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I hate this place.
Water?
Water.
Water!
Now that is sick.
- Are you watching this? - No, Thanks. I dont look anymore.
We've seen alot, but this just...
Dear god...
Wow...
You know you should'nt be looking at the files.
- Its not against the rules. - But its not encouraged.
- Come'on man, we've all... - Its not encouraged.
Okay.
Okay, Screw this.
- Pawn to King 2. - Knight to Queen's Bishop 6.
- Check. - What?
Didn't even see that.
I was just wondering, When is Chickliss coming back?
Sometime this week. Probable all suntanned, that prick.
lets see...
King to King's Bishop 8.
Rook takes Queen. Check.
Dammit.
Damn!
- Sorry. - Shut up I dont need your sympathy.
And Owen?
- Where is Owen? - Your trying to psych me out or what?
I cant hear myself think.
Owen is...
Owen is probable out sick again. That would be my best guess.
You sure?
Yes.
Yes!
Despite your rather transparent tactics, Brainman, prepare to die.
Bishop to Queen's Knight 7. Checkski!
Queen takes Bishop. I believe thats Checkski-Mateski.
What? No way.
Ah come'on, how did you...?
You freak of nature!
You know the other night I heard some noise.
- Noise? - Yeah.
In Owen's room, like a... Like a scuffle.
- Really? - Yeah.
- You dont think that...? - You dreamt it.
- No, look... - You dreamt it.
You'r allways complaining about you'r nightmares.
They come for you at night.
What?
- They come for you at night. - Who does?
They do.
- Drop it. - They do.
Enough!
What are you suicidal?
Good. They didnt forget lunch this time.
Goatcheese salad with GinSang,
Liver Fricasee' and Mango sorbet. Eeewh.
Must be you.
Steak Freets. Thats me.
Hey!
Wha..? Oh! Sorry.
Bless us our Lord for these thy gifts which we're about to recieve,
from thy bounty through you Lord. Amen.
Down the hatch.
"Please record roomsleeper in room 172409".
Lets go.
Okay, Zooming out of 6, 12, 21.
And zooming in to 17, 24, 9.
Here we go. Hotpatching gearworks
and flipping to REM feeder mode.
Locating subject. Subject located.
Zooming in.
Wow...
Keep your tongue in your mouth, Brainman, we're on the clock.
Are we locked?
Sorry. Locked on.
Thank you. Arm extension, Go.
Calibrating...
- Steady. - I got it, I got it.
Light her up.
Interscan is locked. Commencing REM read.
Mommy!
Mommy Help!
Anna!
No! No!
Anna!
Okay. Now lets cycle back.
And there you have it.
If you do this long enough, you can do it in your sleep.
In your sleep...
Recording dreams in your sleep. Thats funny.
Whats the last time you remember being outside?
Last night. I had a dream of being at the beach.
No, I mean really outside, not a dream.
I.. I dont remember.
I've been busy latly.
Overloaded, actually. Picking up slack.
For you, I might add.
I dont remember either.
- Isnt that wierd? - You're wierd.
Shut up and let me concentrate.
Dammit!
- You know, I was just thinking... - Stop thinking.
- Whats gone into you? - Whats gone into me?
- You know who these are? - They're Chickliss's kids.
- Arthur and Sunshine. - Orphans. They're Orphans.
You told me Chickliss was on vacation.
I hate to go to the can.
Try not to drool on the controls. Screws up the calibration.
Bastards.
Where is she?
What have you done with her?
Where is...?
What have you done to me?
Why cant I remember?
Why cant I remember my daughter's name?
Hey!
Let me go!
- Get off me! - Okay. Okay. Sorry.
Its okay.
She's one of us.
Touch me again, soldier, and you'll be eating you'r eyeballs.
Why soldier? What do you know about me?
Tatoo, on you forehead. You'r on the squad, right killer?
You show up by night and people disappear.
- Why did you do that? - Because you'r scum.
Look miss, you have a certain disadvantage here.
None of us remembers how we got here, or pretty much anything else.
Including who we are, so whatever you think you know about me,
I dont even know myself.
I dont trust her. She knows something.
Thank god somebody does.
Have you seen any children? A little girl?
No.
My god I hope they dont put kids in here.
- That would be horrible. - What if they drop children in here?
Gotta keep moving.
Wait! you gotta be careful climbing around here.
- Why? - There are traps.
Traps? How do you know?
Because of this.
Thats good bandage. you a doctor?
- I dont know. - I did it.
I may be freakin' Mother Teresa for all I know, But I dont remember.
You remember something.
Before all of this.
Not much.
Being chased to the woods, by guys like you.
That too set me off.
When I first woke up, I dont think I would have known my own name
If it wasnt stitched on my shirt.
I dont even know if this is my name.
I feel like we've been here for hours and I stll can't remember anything!
Hey hey hey. Give her A moment...
Fine. A moment.
We gotta get moving while we still have our strengh.
You guys have a plan?
We keep moving in the same direction until we find the edge.
This place has got to end eventually.
Well what about the traps?
We test the rooms. We have a system.
Its safe!
I'm going in!
Help!
What kind of animals would do this?!
She look familiar to you?
I keep thinking I'v seen her before...
- What she's in for? - You're making a mistake.
Ah?
What the first rule I taught you about this job?
- Neatness counts?. - Very funny.
Dont get involved.
...I know, I'm not getting involved okay? I'm drying.
You have you'r chess, Owen has his fish, Chickliss...
Can we spend 5 minutes without bringing up Owen and Chickliss please?
And get us back on real time. Gonna get us in trouble.
I'll show you three ways to beat that game if you answer one question.
- Fine. What? - Okay. See what I wanna know...
Hold it. Show me.
Okay.
Check Mate.
You win.
Thats Brilliant. Do that again.
- Do you know about a third exit? - What?
A third exit.
An auxillary exit that leads directly outside.
- There's no such thing. - Owen said there was.
- He said Chickliss found plans... - They were haveing you wrong.
No Way. I think that thats why they're gone. I think they've found something...
I think you'd better stop listening to old wives tales.
- Listen to me. - This conversation in over.
- Dont you ever worry? - About what?
One day, your gonna wake up inside.
The only way I'm gonna wake up inside, Is by keep on talking to you.
No.
These things are useless!
The sensors there must been different. Maybe they're not motion sensors.
Maybe they're triggerd by heat, or sound, or something...!
Why won't we just admit it? We're dead!
He cant admit it. Its the training.
- The army never admits defeat. - You got a problem with me lady?
- Yeah. - Why?
I dont trust you.
- Ahh... How the hell did we miss this? - What is it?
C-I-A.
What is that, Clues to who built this place?
I think thats just a coincidence. Try the other doors.
Y-Y-O.
U-D-S.
S-A-N.
What do they mean?
I think its a mistake to think of these letters as meaning of something.
Its 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 dont know.
Maybe. You got a better idea?
I have a better idea.
I need something. I need...
Your hair pin.
They did us the favor of polishing out 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 can remember what happen to me between birth and about 3 hours ago.
Yeah.
I donno...
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 then the most.
I mean half of them dont even notice the letters, Little'em, Map them.
I meant the chess.
Give it up. She dosnt stand a chance.
Ofcourse she has a chance.
Yeah? You'r gonna ride in on your white horse and take 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 whats the first thing the program does when the rooms realign to zero position?
- Clean Sweep. - Exactly.
The only thing thats gonna sail through that is their ashes.
Cheer up buddy. You'll catch you another one.
The boys upstairs like'em young and pretty.
Dont you ever feel guilty?
- Si Dont you ever feel? - Son, You're outta line.
- Yeah whatever... - Excuse me?
Why dont you stop your doodling and do some work for a change?
Like what?
We're wating for orders, its what we do best. Its what we do.
Clean up your space. Its disgraceful.
- You're kidding, right? - Do I look like I'm kidding?
This one's S-D-F.
Wait a minute.
- What? - I dont 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 dont even know what the letters mean yet.
I mean if they were numbers, I'd understand the commas.
Understand the commas how?
Well isnt that how you plot coordinates on a graph?
X coordinate, comma, Y coordinate, comma, Z coordinate.
Right. So if the room would labeld with numbers,
Like 10, comma, 1, comma, 7, You would know something about the rooms position.
Yeah but we've got letters that so far tell us absolutely nothing.
Thats 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 perimeters.
Exactly. If each room has its own unique letter combination,
Then its a pretty good bet that this place is a cube
With 26 rooms on each side.
Worst case scenario, We're anywhere from
1 to 25 rooms from the edge.
- Lets go! - Great!
Actually, Its your turn to go first.
S-O-S. No kidding.
Ahh.. Guess we'll try another way.
Rains, Rains, Rains, Rains...
Cassandra.
Little girl's name's Anna.
Protesters strengths, Troublemakers head north,
The whole country's going to crap.
Ungrateful pigs.
Oh my god, Oh my god...
What is it now?
Probably thats not... Would you put that away?
The'res no consent form.
- What? - There is not pink page, the consent form is missing!
- So? - So?!
You know the rules, She cant be in there without a consent form!
You think they're gonna stop this whole operation because you lost a piece of paper?..
I didnt lose it.
Look you know how aiming these guys are.
- Maybe she'll get another hearing. - Listen to yourself!
But this could be hugh! 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 thats illegal.
You know for a child prodigy, You're not too bright.
- We gotta do something. - Like what?
- We gotta let'em know upstairs. - And how are we gonna do that?
Call up.
- Its just for emergencies. - Well what do you think this is?
I dont see a fire.
I dont see a gas leak, or flooding.
I dont see you riving on the floor in a throuse of a heart attack
But god knows right now I'd like to!
She's gonna die in there and she's probable 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 its all bogus? The files, the crimes, everything.
Maybe they're just putting anyone in there they dont 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 dont understand it!
Here's a newsflash: We're just the button men!
If we're meant to be analists, 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 easy would it be to get to you.
No one even know you exist.
Who knows where you'll wake up tomorrow?
Hello?
Its for you.
Yeah?
Sir.
Yes sir, Right away sir.
Yes sir.
I understand sir, yes sir.
We got work to do, Someone's at the exit.
Our exit? What do we do?
The exit procedure.
Wait a minute. I'v never done this before. Dont you usually do this with owen?
That's right my friend, but Owen is not here, is he?
And the rules clearly stake
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 preform the exit procedure.
Perhaps it would be my be interest to abstain until receiveing
clearence 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. Allright?
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.
- Its Owen. - Shutup.
Hello?
Hello!
Anyone there?
Hello?
What now?
Please!
Question one. Please state your name.
Hah?
Who are you?
He dosnt recognize your voice. They've erased his brain.
Please state your name.
- They've erased his brain like the rest. - Shut up!
I think its Owen.
Thank you.
Question two:
Do you believe in god?
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 sake!
Still want your girlfriend to sail through to the exit?
He...
He gone. Its 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 dont 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 probable 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 perhaps use a hand
As 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 out mouse.
He has no implante and so we shall have to do this the old fashioned way, I'm afraid.
Mr. Quigley, Run a visual check on all rooms, he could'nt have got far.
Yes, Sir.
Mr. Finn, Run a probability tree on his potential movements
- Lets have some contingency, shall we. - Right away, Sir.
Excuse me, Mr. Jax.
Excuse me, Sir.
Yes Mr. Codd?
Its Dodd, Sir.
What do I do?
- I'm sorry? - What do...?
Yes I allmost forgot I have your orders from upstairs.
Its a personal delivery.
"Order number 7-9-3, bla, bla, bla, bla... "
"Commence standard series of needed tests on Rains group. "
- You do know what that means? - Yes sir.
Ofcourse, Sir.
All other days work Sir. Right away, Sir.
Do us a tinsi favor and use Mr. Wynn's auxillary monitor.
We'll need the big guns here for our little mouse hunt.
Ofcourse, 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 of 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 dont know why we bother with these things anymore.
A-Z-Z.
Its the first time i've seen a Z.
- Do you think it means anything? - I dont know.
Ah, Dont let the door close!
Dammit!
She's gone.
Got it.
Subject it 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.
Rooms are in move.
They have to. She can't be that far.
Yeah but if we veer too far offcourse looking for her we'll never find the edge.
Yeah then what you suggest, killer? That we'll cut off our loses?
Ah, 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 allready chased our tails for an hour looking for her.
God this headache is not going away...
- Maybe its that chip in your head. - What?
Its true isnt it. I mean an output bio-receivers in all you army boys.
Keeps you on the leash.
Lady you've got a hell of imagination.
Jackpot. Its her.
Dammit.
Is she allright?
She's not moving.
Great.
Wake up.
Are you allright?
Rise and shine...
Is she...?
There's a pulse.
She's burning up.
Can you hear me?
- Oh my god. - What happend to you?
Help...
I need a doctor.
- Dont let her touch you! - Let go!
- Watch it! - Oh my god!
Dont leave me!
I didnt mean too...
She scratched and I...
You put her out of her misery.
My headache's gone.
Something's eating her.
Chemical or virus.
We never checked this room for traps.
I could be in the air.
- Lets see your arm. - We've got to get out'ta here.
- Show me your arm. - He's right, we've gotta get outta here.
Your arm. Where she scratched you, Lets 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 dont leave me.
This is horrible.
You wanna babysit 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 bitch!
No!
- Dont 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 dont know that. - Actually, he's right.
Its a hightly 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 dont even understand.
And thats 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 rumors.
- Why can't we remember anything? - I dont know,
I allways assume that 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 you're choise.
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. Accept 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 prisioners,
Who volunteered 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 didnt volunteer for this!
I know, becouse your consent form is missing!
Shut up!
While you were doing your system checks,
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.
Its hard to explain.
Here.
You see, another thing they have us do, is record the subjects,
The people's dreams.
Her name's Anna, Right?
- They can see into our dreams? - Yeah.
Where is my daughter, you piece of shit?!
- I dont 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.
Its only 25 room all around.
Only 2 rooms have Z coordinates valued 26.
They periodically move to the perimeter,
But two exit points are monitored.
And there's supposed to be an auxillary exit.
That leads directly outside the cube.
How to we get to that one?
I dont 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 afterall.
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 cant make any promises, but this should be the way.
Mr. Quigley, could you isolate that quadrate for me please?
Mr. Finn, show me the current trap configuration, "si vous plait".
"Merci".
Lets make their life a little more interesting, shall we?
Okay...
Trapped. sure is 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 togther and doing this alot more often.
God dammit.
What?
Sir.
Yes, Sir.
Sorry, Sir.
Right away, Sir.
"Just finish it, you idiot."
Ungrateful cretinous.
You didnt hear that.
Okay gentleman, we have the word from on high.
Its 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 dont wanna die in here!
Whats happening?
What stopped it?
I dont know.
Come'on, you piece of...
- What the hell? - I dont 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 dont know Sir, it is'nt me.
Me neither, Sir.
What? I have no idea.
Its not me, I swear.
You would'nt lie to me, Now whould you Mr. Clodd?
No Sir. Would'nt think of it.
Questions? Comments? What are we wating 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 dont think its software, Sir.
- Its definitely a hardware problem. - Listen.
This is getting embarrassing now. Okay?
I need to remind you Gentleman, that in a few minutes
We'll have no choise but to send people in there.
Call me impulsive but I could probable think of a couple of mates:
Quigley! Finn!
You know, right of the top. What is that noise?!
Something's wrong with the main power source.
Its gone into reset mode.
What the hell is going on?
Boot.
- Damn. - You can say that again.
What?
Power go out?
Yeah.
So the traps dont work.
- Thats the good news, yeah. - Whats the bad news?
Its gone into reset mode.
The system will restart itself in 10 minutes,
the first routine that runs on restart, is a clean sweep.
- That is bad as it sounds? - Clean sweep program flash incinerates
anything still living in all the rooms.
- So, we gotta move. - Which way do we go?
I dont know.
Okay, last time I run the numbers you were
pretty much in the center 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 dont. 'couse I'm not the one who uses people as a fucking game in this place!
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 whould 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 has'nt 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, Come'on.
Gotcha
A noble attempt to save your protege, Mr. Dodd.
But quite foolish, ultimately.
May I have that widget back, please?
I dont I can do that, Sir.
Mr. Dodd, are you disobeying a direct order?
Yes, There...
Cute, and rather, clichee,
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.
5 minutes to reset.
I think I've found the source of our problem.
Does anyone knows where this goes?
Anyone?
That the central coupling. I got it, Sir.
Still dosn'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 dont trust machines.
I have a machine to thank for this, and this.
I need to see them, with my our god-given eye.
Of course Sir, I just, I dont know how...
Sometimes I even amaze myself.
Mr. Finn, one of our runaway rats is a formal 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, thats brilliant...
Mr. Quigley comes through.
Mr. Finn, Aquire 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.
Its a weak signal.
Your tax dollars hard at work.
Transmit the kill code.
Pain inhibiters, activated.
Neuro-can enhancers, amplified.
- Are we there yet? - Allmost.
Haskell?
Move it!
Get off her!
Thanks.
Okay Come'on.
- How much further? - We're allmost there.
A-Z-Z. This is it!
Its Okay.
The power's out. The power's out.
Chickliss...
Oh man...
- There's over one minute! - Can't this thing go any faster?
- Sir, We've the display back. - They're out of the perimeter.
30 seconds to clean sweep.
Well I think its time for our little surprise.
I hope your shortcut worked, Mr. Quigley.
- Water. - The auxillary exit.
Leads directly outside.
- Now what? - Can you swim?
Jump!
Well? Did we get them?
Sorry Sir. Signal got scrambled at flash point.
I think we got'em
I dont like it.
Get a squad to the exit point.
This way!
- Come'on. - Run! Run!
Go!
He's consciousness.
Thank god. Well, welcome back Mr. Wynn.
You're consciousness. Yes we can begin now.
"Eric Wynn,
as you have been found guilty of high treason, sabotage
and very severe crimes against your country and your god,
and so on, bla, bla, bla... "
Your sentence has been extended for two more lifetimes.
What sentencse? I dont remember the trial!
Well, you were found guilt. No further questions.
Wait! What are you doing?
Well, we've decided on a few modifications
before putting you back inside.
- Wait! - Mr. Wynn, You are holding up progress.
Dont I get a choice?
Dont all the condemned get a choice? I choose death!
No, Mr. Wynn.
You do not get a choice.
You have allready made your choice.
I believe this is your signature?
- I dont understand. - "I dont understand".
You chose to become a test subject. Many years ago.
And you simply dont remember that.
Its all standard procedure.
But my job? Dodd? Owen? Chickliss?
All lab rats. Just Like you.
Observing the observers, you know, that kind of thing.
Very interesting results.
Wait!
- Your actually starting to bore me now. - Where is she?
Ah, the allusive Ms. Rains. Ah.. Well, You needn't worry about her.
You didnt catch her.
He's all yours.
- Dont touch me. - Dont worry. This wont hurt.
Wait!
Mommy, I'm cold. Why can't we have a fire?
Because the bad people might find us.
I have something to show you.
See. Thats us.
We're superheroes.
These are very special because they were drawn by a very special person.
Is he a superhero too?
Yes. Yes, he is.
What wrong with him?
He dosn't seem to know we're here.
This room is green.
Hi there.
- This room is green. - Yes, It is.
What is it, shock?
I wanna go back to the blue room.
I think he's mentally handicapped.
- Thats all we need, a retard. - Dont!
How the hell did he survive in here?
I wanna go back.
Back. Back.
I wanna go back.
Wanna go back.
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