Fable

Megane 2022-11-24 00:33:55

The Cube feels a lot like a fable about

the building of the cube - one of the people (architect?) trapped inside is the designer of the cube's outer shell, and according to him, many people are involved in the design, however according to a master plan, each design a small Parts, no one knows the whole and details of the whole cube, and no one is responsible for it. As the female doctor said, this is like a human society. Everyone is doing what is in front of them. No one cares about the whole. Everyone thinks that someone will look at the whole situation. In fact, there is no such person, or there is no such person. The whole system is running blindly, out of anyone's control, or forgotten by the original designers.

The escape cube - the one they end up connecting to the bridge is the one they originally got together, which means if they don't find their way out on their own they just stay put and wait until the entire cube runs to its initial position. can leave. The initial position here seems to imply the initial state of human beings, that is to say, human beings struggling to figure out how to progress is only to fall into the trap created by themselves, and struggle to the end, only by returning to the initial state can we escape the trap? In the case of the cube, however, if they hadn't made the rounds, they wouldn't have been able to find the bridge and the exit if they stayed where they were, even if they got to the edge of the exit, which seemed like a pessimistic dilemma. And when people find their way out with wisdom, it's not the cube that kills them, it's the humans themselves.

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Cube quotes

  • Quentin: Listen, we can't go climbing around in here.

    Holloway: Why not?

    Quentin: There's traps.

    Holloway: What do you mean traps?

    Quentin: Booby traps. I looked in the room down there, and something almost cut my head off.

  • Quentin: [talking to Holloway] You listen to me, woman. Every day I mop up after your bleeding heart. The only reason you even exist is because I keep you!. I know your type. No kids, no man to fuck you. So, you go around outraged, sticking your nose up other people's assholes. Sniffing their business.