Cube Zero Page #5

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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!

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?

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