Cube Zero Page #2

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"S.A.N".

What do they mean?

I think it's a mistake to think of these

letters as meaning something.

It's like some kind of code

or puzzle we have to figure out.

A puzzle?

They're playing with us!

- We should make a map.

- Using what?

- Our blood?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

You got a better idea?

I have a better idea.

I need something. I need...

Your hair pin.

They did us the favour

of polishing our boots.

Okay,

We'll find the safe rooms.

C-I-A. Give me the others.

"Y.Y.O", "U.D.S"

And S-A-N.

- Good memory.

- Yeah, in the short term.

Now I wish I could remember what happened

to me between birth and about 3 hours ago.

Right.

I dunno...

Shoe polish and a hair pin.

Nothing in this place is random.

Maybe the bastards

just underestimated us.

So near and yet so far.

Yeah, but she's doing better than most.

I mean half of them don't even notice the letters,

Let alone map them.

I meant the chess.

Give it up.

She doesn't stand a chance.

Of course she has a chance.

Yeah? You're gonna ride in on your

white horse and whisk her out?

The rooms can realign to zero position.

No it happens, and then she'll figure out

the letters and uhh... sail through.

And what's the first thing the program

does when the rooms realign to zero position?

- Clean sweep.

- Exactly.

The only thing that's gonna sail

through that is their ashes.

Cheer up buddy.

You'll catch you another one.

The boys upstairs like 'em

young and pretty.

Don't you ever feel guilty?

- Don't you ever feel?

- Son, you're outta line.

- Yeah whatever...

- Excuse me?

Why don't you stop your doodling

and do some work for a change?

Like what?

We're waiting for orders, it's what we

do best. It's what we do.

Clean up your space.

It's disgraceful.

- You're kidding, right?

- Do I look like I'm kidding?

This one's S-D-F.

Wait a minute.

- What?

- I don't know if this makes any difference,

But they're not periods,

They're commas.

He's right.

They're commas.

Okay, so they're commas.

What difference does it make?

We don't even know what

the letters mean yet.

I mean if they were numbers,

I'd understand the commas.

Understand the commas how?

Well isn't that how you plot

coordinates on a graph?

X coordinate, comma, Y coordinate,

comma, Z coordinate.

Right. So if the rooms were

labelled with numbers,

like "10,1,7", you'd know something

about the room's position.

Yeah but we've got letters that so

far tell us absolutely nothing.

That's where you're wrong, soldier.

The letters tell us one important

fact the number never would.

- What fact?

- There are only 26 letters in the English alphabet.

So?

So we know the parameters.

Exactly. If each room has its own

unique letter combination,

Then it's a pretty good bet

that this whole place is a cube

with 26 rooms on each side.

Worst case scenario,

we're anywhere from

- Let's go!

- Great!

Actually, it's your turn to go first.

S-O-S. No kidding.

Ahh.. Guess we'll try another way.

Rains, Rains,

Rains, Rains...

Cassandra.

The little girl's name is Anna.

Protests and strikes.

Troublemakers up north.

The whole country's going to crap.

Ungrateful pigs.

Herregud...

Oh my God,

Oh my God...

What is it now?

Please tell me that's not...

Would you put that away?

There's no consent form.

- What?

- There is not pink page,

the consent form is missing!

- So?

- So?!

You know the rules. She can't

be in there without a consent form!

You think they're gonna stop this whole

operation because you lost a piece of paper?

I didn't lose it.

Look you know how

anal these guys are.

- Maybe she'll get another hearing.

- Listen to yourself!

But this could be huge!

A mistrial!

- Oh sure, anything you say.

- Look...

See?

Told you I recognized her.

"Opposition Leaders

Stage Illegal Strike"

She's a political.

So that would explain it.

What do you mean?

I mean, there might

not be a consent form.

Get it?

But that's illegal.

You know for a child prodigy,

you ain't too bright.

- We gotta do something.

- Like what?

- We gotta let 'em know upstairs.

- And how are we gonna do that?

Call up.

- It's just for emergencies.

- Well what do you think this is?

I don't see a fire.

I don't see a gas leak,

or flooding.

I don't see you writhing on the floor

in the throws of a heart attack

But God knows

right now I'd like to!

She's gonna die in there

and she's probably innocent!

None of them are innocent!

You read the files. You know what

kind of people end up in there!

Exactly! All we know is

what we read in the files...

Oh my God...

What if it's all bogus?

The files, the crimes, everything.

Maybe they're just putting anyone

in there they don't like, maybe...

There's a purpose, and there's a plan.

And I'm not so stupid to think that there's

no plan just because I don't understand it!

Here's a newsflash:

We're just the button men!

If we're meant to be analysts,

we'd be working upstairs!

Would you forget the party line

for once and make the call?

Okay.

You do it.

You're the hero.

Just remember,

She was in the news and

they made her disappear.

How much easier would it be to get to you.

No one even know you exist.

Who knows where you'll

wake up tomorrow?

Hello?

It's for you.

Yeah?

Sir.

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Yes, sir.

I understand, sir. Yes, sir.

We've got work to do.

Someone's at the exit.

Our exit?

What do we do?

The exit procedure.

Wait a minute. I've never done this before.

Don't you usually do this with Owen?

That's right my friend,

but Owen is not here, is he?

And the rules clearly state

that two senior technicians

have to be present

at all exit procedures.

Right, but I'm not a senior technician.

Hey! I need help here.

That was a phone call from upstairs.

Personal contact. Direct orders from above.

They never do that.

We can't screw this up.

- We?

- Yes. We.

As far as I understand, sir,

only senior techs are allowed to

perform the exit procedure.

Perhaps it would be my be

interest to abstain until receiving

clearance from higher up.

You little prick.

Okay.

Okay, I get it.

Look, you help me with this,

I'll tell them about your girlfriend. Okay?

- When?

- What?

When will you let them know?

As soon as we're done

with this. All right?

Okay.

- What do I do?

- Just follow my lead.

Okay, here we go. Step one,

Visual confirmation of

subject in exit room.

Oh, no. Owen.

- It's Owen.

- Shut up.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone there?

Hello?

What now?

Please!

Question one.

Please state your name.

Huh?

Who are you?

He doesn't recognise your voice.

They fried his brain.

Please state your name.

- They fried his brain like the rest.

- Shut up!

I think it's Owen.

Thank you.

Question two:

Do you believe in God?

What?

What?

Question two:

Do you believe in God?

What is this?

Screw you!

Please answer Yes or No.

What kind of god would

do this to people?

Please answer Yes or No.

No.

Okay?

No!

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