Cube Zero Page #3

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Now let me go.

Let me go!

God dammit.

Let me out of here!

Hit it.

I need a doctor.

- What does it do?

- Just hit it.

Please!

For Christ's sake!

Still want your girlfriend to

sail through to the exit?

He...

He's gone. It's over.

- He was one of us.

- No.

Once inside, he's one of them.

So this is your big exit procedure?

What are we doing here?

"Do you believe in God?"

It all hinges on that?

I just read the questions

and push the buttons, okay?

What happens if you push Yes?

I don't know.

No one's ever said Yes.

Here.

Send this upstairs.

Do it!

Do you believe in God?

What kind of animals would do this?

Owen is...

Owen is probably out sick again.

- You sure?

- Yes.

What are you doing?

You're not allowed in there.

I'm through pushing buttons.

No!

Stupid!

Stupid! Stupid!

I'm inside.

Okay...

Thank God.

You stupid jackass!

Good evening, Mr. Dodd.

I believe these belong to you.

Well, it looks that you got yourself a

little bit of a situation down here.

May we?

The boys upstairs felt

you could perhaps use a hand,

and so, here we are.

My name is Jax and these are my

associates Mr. Finn and Mr. Quigley.

Right.

Gentleman, first things first,

we locate our mouse.

He has no implant and so we have to

do this the old fashioned way, I'm afraid.

Mr. Quigley, run a visual check on

all rooms, he couldn't have got far.

Yes, Sir.

Mr. Finn, run a probability tree

on his potential movements.

- Let's have some contingency, shall we.

- Right away, Sir.

Excuse me, Mr. Jax.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes Mr. Codd?

It's Dodd, sir.

What do I do?

- I'm sorry?

- What do...?

Yes I almost forgot I have

your orders from upstairs.

It's a personal delivery.

"Order number 7-9-3,

bla, bla, bla, bla... "

"Commence standard series

of needle tests on Rains group. "

- You do know what that means?

- Yes, sir.

Of course, sir.

All in a day's work, sir.

Right away, sir.

Do us a tinsy favour and use

Mr. Wynn's auxiliary monitor.

We'll need the big guns here

for our little mouse hunt.

Of course, Sir.

Anything I can do to help, sir...

That the spirit Mr. Modd, way to

keep the world safe for democracy.

- Have we got a visual yet?

- Still working on it, Sir.

Okay, K-G-K.

Three odds.

M-A-Q.

Three odds.

Safe.

Like taking candy from a baby.

"A-Z-Z". "A-Z-Z"!

Got it.

I don't know why we bother

with these things anymore.

"A-Z-Z".

It's the first time I've seen a Z.

- Do you think it means anything?

- I don't know.

Ah, don't let the door close!

Dammit!

She's gone.

Got it.

Subject is isolated.

And now the tricky part.

Okay. You were last seen here.

That was an hour ago.

She should still be in the same coordinate.

The rooms move.

Do they have to?

She can't be that far.

Yeah but if we veer too far off course

looking for her we'll never find the edge.

What do you suggest, killer?

That we'll cut our losses?

Uh, Guys.

Are we sure this room is safe?

Maybe he just starved to death.

God I'm hungry.

- What are you doing?

- We could use these.

- We have to keep moving.

- We have to get back on track.

We've already chased our tails

for an hour looking for her.

God! This headache is not going away...

- Maybe it's that chip in your head.

- What?

It's true isn't it? I mean they now put

bio-receivers in all you army boys.

Keeps you on a leash.

Lady you've got a hell of an imagination.

Jackpot. It's her.

Dammit.

Is she all right?

She's not moving.

Great.

Wake up.

Are you all right?

Rise and shine...

Is she...?

There's a pulse.

She's burning up.

Can you hear me?

- Oh my God.

- What happened to you?

Idont know.

I feel sick.

I need a doctor.

- Don't let her touch you!

- Let go!

- Watch it!

- Oh my God!

Don't leave me!

- You just...

- I didn't mean to...

She scratched and I...

You put her out of her misery.

My headache's gone.

Something's eating her.

A chemical or a virus.

We never checked this room for traps.

It could be in the air.

- Let's see your arm.

- We've got to get outta here.

- Show me your arm.

- He's right, we've gotta get outta here.

Your arm. Where she scratched you,

Let's see it.

- Why, you think...?

- Yes, I think!

Fine! there, see?

Nothing!

Flesh wound.

Sure.

Nothing.

What do we do with him?

What do you mean?

I think whatever was eating away

at her, is spreading to him.

- Hey I'm still here!

- Not for long!

- I say we ditch him.

- Screw you!

Just relax guys,

nobody's ditching anyone.

Look at him.

Oh my God.

What?

Your face.

Crap.

Please don't leave me.

This is horrible.

You wanna baby-sit a dead man?

Be my guest.

Please. I'll do anything.

Anything?

From now on,

you test the rooms.

All of them.

Fine.

Well, we're not going down there.

No sense wasting a good boot.

Help me!

He's still alive down there!

Forget it, he's gone.

You heartless son of a b*tch!

No!

- Don't come near me.

- I was protecting us.

- You murdered him.

- He was infected.

You saw it, it was spreading.

We'd be dead by now.

- You don't know that.

- Actually, he's right.

It's a highly contagious form of a virus.

- Flesh eating disease.

- Who the hell are you?

I...

I've come to help.

- Damn.

- Problem, Mr. Scrod?

- No problem Sir.

- Anything of interest?

Actually Sir, I was about to...

Would you care to share

with the rest of the class?

Yes Sir.

As I was running my test series

as instructed Sir,

The query intersected with my subject, Sir.

Good work, Rod.

Who says they only hire the mentally

challenged down here?

Open.

- Thank you, Sir.

- Up on the main monitor now, Please.

We keep... They, collect data and run tests.

All kinds of tests. Testing

Chemical and Biological agents,

Measure brain activity, endurance,

most of it I don't even understand.

And that's just what

I see in my department.

I hear about others who

do different work.

I even heard there

are other facilities.

Cubes.

Christ.

I just heard rumours.

- Why can't we remember anything?

- I don't know,

I always assumed that it was so they

could have a blank slate to work with.

Blank slate? Bastards,

you've been using us as lab rats.

Hey man, not me.

I'm just the computer guy,

system checks. Stuff like that.

Oh yeah, you just followed orders.

Yeah.

- You make me sick.

- Look, you got it all wrong.

- I hate my job.

- You're job?

How can you do this to people.

It was your choice.

You volunteered, only you

don't remember anymore.

At least that what they told us.

And you believed them?

Well, yeah. I saw the consent forms.

Except for yours!

You're lying!

Who would volunteer for this?

Well it was either this

or execution so...

What?

They say you're all condemned prisoners,

who volunteer for the experiment

instead of facing the death penalty.

I never did anything to deserve this.

Yeah well, tell it to Meyerhold, Right?

- We're innocent, dammit!

- I didn't volunteer for this!

I know, because your

consent form is missing!

Shut up!

While you were doing your system checks,

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