Cube Zero Page #4

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did you happen to see a little girl?

No. Yes.

I mean, I saw her.

I saw one little girl...

In your dreams.

- What?

- Yeah.

It's hard to explain.

Here.

You see, another thing they have us

do, is record the subject's,

the people's dreams.

Her name's Anna, Right?

- They can see into our dreams?

- Yeah.

Where is my daughter, you piece of sh*t?!

- I don't know!

- You're lying!

No, Please!

I came to help!

Rains!

We need him.

- Why?

- I can show you the exits.

Go ahead, where are they?

You were wrong about the cube.

It's only 25 rooms all around.

Only 2 rooms have Z coordinates valued 26.

They periodically move to the perimeter,

but those 2 exit points are monitored.

And there's supposed

to be an auxiliary exit.

That leads directly outside the cube.

How do we get to that one?

I don't know.

So what use is he?

- Can you show us how to avoid the traps?

- Yes, definitely.

Okay.

Just read me the coordinates

from the surrounding rooms, please.

I was right.

The coordinates.

Well, well...

It seems that our little mouse,

is a rat after all.

Mr. Finn, could you do

something about that, please?

Yes, Sir.

This one's C-F-P.

The hell...?

- Damn.

- What is it?

- The letters. They just disappeared.

- What?

They're all gone.

They know I'm here.

- So now will be a good time to move.

- Good idea. You first.

Okay.

I can't make any promises,

but this should be the way.

Mr. Quigley, could you isolate

that quadrant for me please?

Mr. Finn, show me the current trap

configuration, "s'il vous plait".

"Merci".

Let's make their life a little

more interesting, shall we?

Okay...

Trapped. Sure looked easy from my desk.

They trapped all the rooms around us.

Now what?

Really glad you

showed up to help.

My God. I'm actually

starting to enjoy myself.

You know what? I think we should keep

getting together and doing this more often.

God dammit.

What?

Sir.

Yes, Sir.

Yes, Sir.

Sorry, Sir.

Right away, Sir.

"Just finish it, you idiot."

Ungrateful cretins.

You didn't hear that.

Okay gentleman, we have

the word from on high.

It's time to blow this popsicle stand.

- Mr. Quigley.

- Sir?

You heard the man.

Just finish it.

Yes Sir.

Okay, let me think,

let me think.

What the... ?

Now what do we do?

The floor. the floor.

I'm sorry.

God dammit!

I don't wanna die in here!

What's happening?

What stopped it?

I don't know.

Come on, you piece of...

- What the hell?

- I don't know Sir, we suddenly lost contact.

Yes, I can see that. Why?

Maybe the energy required for

the test itself blew out the capacitor.

I mean, we're not talking

state-of-the-art equipment.

Wrong. That's not how it works.

That's not how it was designed.

Someone is screwing with the connection.

I don't know Sir.

It isn't me.

Me neither, Sir.

What?

I have no idea.

It's not me, I swear.

You wouldn't lie to me,

Now would you Mr. Clodd?

No Sir. Wouldn't think of it.

Questions? Comments?

What are we waiting for?

Get us back online!

Damn.

- Nothing.

- "Nothing" is not an answer.

Excuse me, Sir.

- Excuse me?

- What is it?

Can I use the facilities, Sir?

Just go!

For the love of God,

where do they find these people?

I don't think it's software, Sir.

- It's definitely a hardware problem.

- Listen.

This is getting embarrassing now. Okay?

I needn't remind you Gentlemen,

that in a few minutes

we'll have no choice but

to send people in there.

Call me impulsive but I could probably

think of a couple of names:

Quigley! Finn!

You know, right of the top.

What is that noise?!

Something's wrong with the main power source.

It's gone into reset mode.

What the hell is going on?

Boot.

- Damn.

- You can say that again.

What?

Power went out?

Yeah.

So the traps don't work.

- That's the good news, yeah.

- What's the bad news?

It's gone into reset mode.

The system will restart

itself in 10 minutes,

the first routine that runs

on restart, is a clean sweep.

- Is that as bad as it sounds?

- The Clean sweep program flash-incinerates

anything still living in all the rooms.

- So, we gotta move.

- Which way do we go?

I don't know.

Okay, last time I ran the numbers you were

pretty much in the centre of the structure.

So I guess we just keep going in the same direction

until we get to the edge, right?

Great, so we're back to square one!

- Do you have a better idea?!

- No.

I don't. 'Cause I'm not the one who uses

people as a f***ing guinea pigs!

Wait!

Back to square one!

Dodd. Dodd is the only one who

can power down this quickly.

But he knows that reset would

kick in, so why would he...?

Of course.

Clean sweep happens after

they realign to zero position.

- What?

- Quick. Let me see your map.

When the power comes

on, the rooms are programmed

to realign back to their original positions

before the clean sweep starts.

now, if we're in one of

the exit room, Like A-Z-Z,

it will move us to the perimeter, and

we'll have about... 3 seconds to get out.

- Before it fries us.

- Yeah.

If that room hasn't moved,

we'd might just make it. Yeah.

You know Mr. Wod has been in the

little boy's room an awfully long time.

Come on.

Gotcha

A noble attempt to save

your protg, Mr. Dodd.

But quite foolish, ultimately.

May I have that widget back, please?

I don't think I can do that, Sir.

Mr. Dodd, are you

disobeying a direct order?

Yes. There...

Cute, and rather, clich,

in an endearing kind of way.

Unfortunately, I do believe there is penalty,

a rather strict penalty,

for sabotaging state property.

Instant paralysis! They

weren't kidding, were they.

However, not to worry,

Mr. Dodd,

You still will be able to feel.

I think I found the source of our

power problem.

Does anyone knows where this goes?

Anyone?

That the central coupling.

I got it, Sir.

Still doesn't solve our observation problem,

they could be escaping as we speak.

Sir, in less then 5 minutes from

now the clean sweep kicks in,

and then I think our problem will evaporate.

Mr. Finn, I don't trust machines.

I have a machine to

thank for this, and this.

I need to see them, with

my own God-given eye.

Of course Sir, I just, I don't know how...

Sometimes I even amaze myself.

Mr. Finn, one of our runaway rats

is a former squad soldier. Is he not?

Yes Sir, that would be

Haskell, the big fellow.

And they still bio-chip the enlisted men,

do they not?

Of course. Sir, that's brilliant...

Mr. Quigley comes through.

Mr. Finn, acquire us an uplink to

the squad surveillance network.

Yes Sir. Right away, Sir.

- Time?

- We still have 4 minutes!

Hold on!

There's no way he survived that.

We gotta go. Come on.

- We're locked on.

- Sir, we have a visual.

It's a weak signal.

Your tax dollars hard at work.

Transmit the kill code.

Pain inhibiters, activated.

Neuro-cam enhancers, amplified.

- Are we there yet?

- Almost.

Haskell?

Move it!

Get off her!

Thanks.

Okay, come on.

- How much further?

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