The idea may be original, but soon I had the impression of reading a bad pastiche of Dan Brown, rhythm and less. Rocambolesque often laughable sometimes, always disappointing. The typical example of the writing trade turnip by a master for the sole purpose of making the dough. I do not think I'll read later, even if they offer me ... There I go back to my dog-eared copy of 'The dawn of time' (Barjavel), which continues to amaze me as the first day.