C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 16: SCENT OF A WOMAN ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem has a long talk with officer Sean McLaughlin (a cop, his only straight friend), who proves to have a surprisingly wide concept of love and affection. Then, at night, McLaughlin fulfils Kareem’s dream, sharing with him… his wife.

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~ A wise straight friend ~

Kareem abruptly pulled his lips away from Lance’s and gasped, looking straight into his roommate’s eyes. «I’ve kissed a man…» – he thought, in shock – «I kissed a man!! ». Lance’s clean-shaved cheeks, between his hands, felt so soft, so warm, but Kareem hastened to retract his hands, staring at Lance with wide eyes.

There was such a complicated turmoil of emotions in Lance’s beautiful eyes! He still felt hurt for the rough, painful fuck he got from Kareem; but at the same time he was ecstatic, realizing that Kareem had not lost his innocence, he was still the wonderful, tender man Lance had come to know and love, as proved by the sweet kiss they just exchanged.

But that kiss was the last drop for Kareem’s already off-balance mental state; his mind just couldn’t process the impossible notion that he’d just fucked a man’s ass, had hurt his kind and handsome friend, and then… he’d kissed him. Kareem stumbled off the couch where he’d just raped Lance and went to his bedroom with uncertain steps; he put on the loose shorts he used as sleepwear and headed to the main door, with a void glance in his eyes.

“Wait… Kareem, wait!” – Lance tried to stop him – “It was not your fault! It must’ve been O’Rourke to bring you out of your mind, with his wicked device connected to your bio-chip! Kareem!!”

But Kareem barely heard Lance’s call, and stepped out into the deserted streets of the Cube. It was late in the night, there was no one around, and Kareem felt terribly lonely, guilty and desperate. He looked into his hand, and at first he didn’t recognize the phone that he must’ve taken from his room without thinking. A phone. A phone to call a friend. He slowly browsed the phonebook and tapped on a name.

“Sean… Sean, I need you…” – Kareem whined into the microphone, and the voice that replied from the other end felt warm like a caress: “What happened, Kareem? Tell me, I can help you…”

“I need a friend… I need to talk with a friend…”

“I’m your friend, and I’m here. I’m doing the night shift, I’m patrolling the Zenith Garden, up to the second floor: can you come up and meet me there? The place is deserted, no one will disturb us.”

Just knowing that Sean was there at the Cube and was waiting for him made Kareem feel much better: “I’m on my way. Thank you, man. I… I really appreciate it.”

In a few minutes Kareem went upstairs using the elevator and followed the signs to the Zenith Garden, an area he’d never seen before. When he entered the place he opened his eyes wide, as it was a sort of indoor garden, with flowers, shrubs and even trees; several gravel paths crossed the garden, and there were many wooden benches at the side of the paths. Sitting on a bench, officer Sean McLaughlin, in his tight dark-green uniform, turned to Kareem and smiled at him.

“My goodness, you’re in a terrible state… What happened?” – McLaughlin inquired, when Kareem heavily sat next to him. “I… I raped Lance” – Kareem replied shyly, unable to look at his friend’s eyes – “I shoved him on the couch, pinned him down and fucked him hard, cruelly, until I came buckets into his ass…”

Sean frowned: “I can’t believe it, it’s not like you acting this way! Uhm… Actually, this may be truer than I first thought. Say… Did it happen between 10:30 and 11 PM?”

“Why, yes! How do you know?”

“Because tonight O’Rourke, instead of going home at 9 PM as usual, stayed late into his office; I don’t know what he was doing, but I know he kept open a direct connection to the A.I. between 10:30 and 11 PM. Kareem, it wasn’t you who raped Lance! He must’ve have used that wicked… torture instrument of his!”

“Yeah, Lance said the same, and you’re right, I felt like the first time, when O’Rourke forced me… forced us to feel an unbearable horniness. But should it make me feel better? Only a beast succumbs to his lust to the point of hurting a… dear friend. If I were a man, and not a beast, I would’ve restrained my impulses…”

“Not under the excruciating pressure O’Rourke has forced upon you, Kareem! That device can bring you to an unnatural paroxysmal state that no man could resist! Please, believe me, Kareem, stop blaming yourself. How’s Lance? How did he react?”

“He… damn, I feel so ashamed!... He didn’t stop loving me. He even tried to comfort me! Shit, I hurt him bad, I made him scream loud for the pain, and when done… he comforted me. I don’t deserve such a nice friend, and he doesn’t deserve being mistreated like I did.”

“Lance just guessed that it wasn’t you hurting him, but O’Rourke” – Sean said with the most convincing tone he was capable of – “We all know it. And you know it, too. You’ll find a way to make amends to Lance, I’m sure he’s not angry with you.”

“No, he’s not…” – Kareem replied, under his breath – “Not after I… I kissed him. I kissed him, Sean! I kissed a man! You’re the only person, here, who can understand me. I can’t talk about this to Lance, or Doc Stevens, or Perry, they can’t understand, they’re gay! But you’re not, Sean, you’re as straight as me. I kissed a man, dude. Not a peck on the lips, I kissed him like I used to kiss my fiancée!”

McLaughlin stood silent for a while, pondering what to say. Because he had many things to say, but he was afraid of Kareem’s reaction. They were friends, they’d shared intense moments and torturous experiences that had strengthened their bond; but Sean knew that Kareem was… particularly strict about what a man should and shouldn’t do.

“Buddy…” – he began, cautious – “you know I’m totally straight, you don’t have any doubts about that, uh? Take no offence, but when O’Rourke forced me to… ehm… touch you, I felt my whole being revolt against it. Not to mention when I had to feel your arousal and your shattering orgasm, after O’Rourke linked our bio-chips: it was… devastating for me, and for a moment, a fleeting horrible moment, I hated you. But it wasn’t your fault, back then, just as much as it’s not your fault what you were forced to do to Lance.”

“But what I want to point out is that we both spend most – or all, in your case – of our life here at the Cube; sure, I can go home most of the nights, while you can’t, but both of us are part of the Cube… and the Cube is part of us. Here, everything is different than outside. Here, things that outside are considered almost a taboo are the norm. Don’t worry, I’m not saying that the Cube made me gay” – Sean chuckled, seeing a sudden tension in Kareem’s expression – “I’m only saying that living here made me… widen my perspective.”

“Widen… in which way?” – Kareem inquired, suspicious, and Sean smiled: “Your question and your tension are exactly what I’m talking about. Here the vibes are more relaxed, the people of the Cube are way less judgmental than outside; I observed them, and I learned from them to be less… bigoted, less strict. In a word, less intolerant. Say, why do you think homosexuality is despised so much in the outer world?”

Kareem, for a moment, was shocked, realizing that he didn’t have a prompt answer to that question. He had to resort to his studies in sociology to reply: “Mostly because they want to protect the traditional model of family, a man and a woman giving birth to children…”

“I agree. Or better, that was the reason, at first; but then, over time, the intolerance against homosexuality has grown stronger; a man not only must have sex only with women, but he must abstain from a whole lot of behaviors that are actually harmless, per se, but still are now regarded as forbidden and despised forms of ‘Uranian behavior’.”

“Behaviors like… what?”

Instead of giving an answer, McLaughlin cautiously moved his hand and placed it over Kareem’s, and gently grabbed it. Kareem’s first impulse was to retract his own hand, but he didn’t want to hurt his friend, so he forced himself to stand still; but his eyes darted around, in alarm, afraid to be seen by someone.

“This is what I’m talking about, Kareem. You know I’m totally straight, you know for sure that I don’t feel the faintest sexual attraction for you, and that my gesture has nothing to do with sex. It’s just a way to make you feel my sincere friendship, my support. Nevertheless, you are alarmed, and feel your masculinity threatened. Why? Why must it be so? Think about it, there’s no reason. We men give up on beautiful and warming gestures toward our male friends without any reason. Holding a friend’s hand when he needs to be comforted, caress his face to cheer him up, look straight into his eyes to share a moment of deep friendship are all things that outside are seen as the devil, even when, like in our case, there isn’t the least sexual meaning in such gestures.”

“I… You…” – Kareem stuttered, while his whole being, his mind and his physical sensations were totally focused on their hands touching – “Isn’t it a bit… ‘unmanly’?”

“No one judges you, here at the Cube. No one… but you, Kareem. Don’t you realize it? You are the only one, here, who feels bad because I’m holding your hand!”

“I… I don’t feel bad” – Kareem said under his breath, ashamed but excited – “I actually think it’s… beautiful. Heart-warming, even. I knew we were friends, but now… I know it even more! Uhm, wait, it doesn’t sound right…”

“Ha ha!” – Sean laughed, making Kareem smile like a child – “Well, not the most correct sentence, but I perfectly got it. Yes, a gesture is worth a thousand words, sometimes. And what I learned living at the Cube is to never give up on a kind gesture, a friendly eye-to-eye, a brotherly tight hug or even a comforting caress, as long as there’s no hidden sexual allusion on either part. You know what? While I hate knowing you locked here, I’m glad you can’t ever see me when I’m outside. You’d see a different me, then; a person I don’t like, bound as he must be to the strict, stupid and bigoted social rules.”

“I’d like you even outside” – Kareem warmly said – “because I know who you are. We’re friends, with all our strengths and weaknesses. I wish I could say the same, that outside I was a different man, but I just arrived here, with my horrible load of prejudices, social restraints and strict education…”

“You’re perfect as you are” – McLaughlin said, extending a hand and gently placing on Kareem’s bearded cheek. Kareem stiffened, but only for a moment, and soon relaxed and smiled back at his friend: “Thank you, Sean. I… I really needed to hear that. Though it’s not true, and you know it.”

“Well… there’s room for improvement!” – Sean exclaimed, and they both chuckled.

 

~ Friendship, affection, or…? ~

“I’m so glad I called you, tonight” – Kareem said after a pause – “because if anyone else at the Cube had talked to me like you did, I wouldn’t have listened to a single word. I feel much better, now… but my problems, unfortunately, are not solved.”

“What you mean?” – McLaughlin asked, and Kareem tilted his head on a side: “What am I supposed to do here? How am I supposed to live my life? O’Rourke makes me take a potent aphrodisiac every morning, and if I restrain myself, he resorts to his wicked remote controller. Everyone I meet, my boss, my coworkers, my roommate, are gay and I… I try not to…”

Kareem’s voice cracked, but he soldiered on: “I try not to bend my nature to sexual acts I despise, but what for? Whenever I refuse to have sex, or I miss a chance to have sex, or even when I’m not good enough at doing it, O’Rourke teaches me a humiliating and debasing ‘lesson’. You know it, you’ve witnessed my disgrace, forced to suck cock, to be fucked in the ass. All I wish, all I dream about…” – Kareem concluded with wet eyes and trembling voice – “is to feel again the touch of a woman, inhale her scent, dive again into her moist depths… But I’ll never feel these things anymore, Sean. Never again. How long will I be able to stay, and feel, a man?”

McLaughlin didn’t say anything; he knew he was lucky, able as he was to go back home almost every night, to find there his beautiful wife waiting for him. In silence, he took again Kareem’s hand and held it tight, so as to give Kareem, if not hope, at least some comfort.

Regrettably, Kareem was right: there was no hope for him to enjoy again the love of a woman. «But… is it really so?» – Sean pondered, when a sudden idea formed in his mind; it was damn risky, and even a bit unsettling, to tell the truth; but after all, Sean had shared Kareem’s orgasm, once: can there be anything more intimate?

“Listen…” – McLaughlin said seriously – “I don’t promise anything, and probably I won’t be able to do it, but… tomorrow night, after 10PM, stay in your room, lying on your bed on your back, er… in the nude. And wait.”

“Wait what?”

“You just lay down and wait” – Sean repeated with a quizzical grin – “Now I have to go back to the headquarter, and you have to go back home. I’m sure Lance is worried about you.”

“Yeah… If only I knew what to tell him…” – Kareem said, dubious, shaking his head, and Sean smiled: “You now know other ways to convey your feelings, other than using words.”

Kareem nodded, smiling, but soon his smile faded into a cautious, embarrassed expression: “Say… Do you… Do you think that a man… a straight man, I mean… can feel… something for a guy and still… be a man? Sometimes, when I’m with Lance, I feel so confused, I see him as a friend, just a friend, no sexual feeling or anything, but he’s more than a friend, I don’t know how to put it in words. I feel… affection for him, I would jump in the fire if he was in danger, I…” – Kareem’s voice lowered to a shy whisper – “I may actually… love him. Uh?”

Sean looked straight into Kareem’s eyes, and when he talked, Kareem was not sure whether he was answering to the question or talking about himself: “Manly friendship, bromance, affection, man-love… Can you really draw a line between them? I, for one, cannot. I don’t even try. You shouldn’t, either. Play by ear, and do whatever makes you feel good. And be sure that whatever you do, you will still be the wonderful man you are.”

They stood up, smiling, and said goodbye to each other with a tight hug. Kareem watched McLaughlin walk away along the gravel pathway, immersed in the beautiful Zenith Garden, and sighed: «He’s such a good friend…» – he thought, smiling – «and I’m so lucky to have him by my side…»

Kareem walked back home with renewed energy, but when he got to his apartment, he hesitated, as Lance was there, waiting for him…

He entered the living room, and it was dark and empty; he peeked behind the curtain to Lance’s room, and there he was, lying on his bed, slumbering in an exhausted sleep. His disheveled hair, his face streaked with tears painfully reminded to Kareem the brutality of his onslaught over his kind, special friend.

Kareem sat on the border on the bed, and looked at Lance’s features, still so handsome despite the recent horrible experience. Slowly, Lance’s eyes opened; there was no alarm or reproach in them, and an uncertain smile appeared on his face. Kareem had so many things to say, so many terrible acts to apologize for, but the grip around his throat didn’t let out a single word. Silently, he extended a hand and placed it on Lance’s smooth cheek, and after a moment Lance did the same to him. “I’m so sorry, Lance. I would’ve rather hurt anyone else, but not you.”

“I know” – Lance replied, warmly – “and I love you for that. Er… I don’t mean that love, I mean… friendly affection…”

“However you like to call it…” – Kareem replied, serene – “…I think… I feel the same. Maybe. Don’t know. All I know is that I feel like shit for what I’ve done to you. Yes, yes, O’Rourke is the one to blame, but… I should’ve found the strength to restrain myself.”

“You’re no superhero. I don’t want you to be. You’re my friend, my special friend… or whatever we want to call it, and that’s all I want you to be.”

Kareem leaned over Lance, gave him a tender peck on his lips, as if it was the most natural thing for him, and flashed a tired smile: “Let’s sleep a bit, now, my… whatever. We both need some rest. Good night”.

 

~ A woman’s touch ~

The next day, for a change, was totally uneventful, which let Kareem and Lance catch their breath; since Kareem had arrived, both their lives had been like a rollercoaster ride, and not a pleasant one. But that day was perfect. Kareem went to work, Lance went to ‘run some errands’ (which Kareem suspected meant visiting some clients), and they both came back home for dinner.

After dinner, they talked for a while, but it was just a light-hearted chit-chat, as they didn’t want to ruin the relaxed vibes with anything serious. Then Kareem took a long shower and watched the clock: it was almost 10PM. “I… I need to go to bed” – he hurriedly said to Lance, who replied, with a knowing grin: “What’s the hurry? Do you have something in mind?”

“Not me. Sean. I don’t know what he planned to do, but he told me to lay on the bed, on my back, naked, at 10PM, and wait.”

“And… do you think I can wait with you? I’m curious!”

Kareem shrugged his shoulders, taking off the towel from his waist: “It’s fine with me. But probably there will be nothing to see.”

“I wouldn’t call that ‘nothing’…” – Lance giggled, eyeing Kareem’s body and focusing his gaze on his crotch. Kareem reclined on the bed, chuckling, and Lance sat on the border of the mattress. For a few minutes they just waited in silence, not knowing what they were actually waiting for. Kareem, a bit disappointed, broke the silence: “Maybe Sean’s plan didn’t go as… MMMMHH!!”

Kareem suddenly tilted his head back, closed his eyes and parted his lips; his tongue peeked out of his mouth, as if he was kissing someone. “Oohh… Baby, it feels so good…!” – he breathed, and went on ‘kissing’ the thin air. Lance was aghast, and even a bit worried: “What… What’s happening? Who are you kissing?”

“I don’t know… but she’s got the juicy lips of my fiancée Beverly. Mmmhh… Come baby, don’t stop, kiss me…”.

“McLaughlin must have linked himself to you using O’Rourke’s device!” – Lance exclaimed, opening wide his eyes – “I think you are… making love to Sean’s wife!”. Kareem froze, as for him taking a friend’s woman was the most horrible thing a man could do; but it lasted only a few moments: “He’s such a good friend… He knew that I needed… ooohhh… I needed the touch of a woman… NNNGGHH…Yeah Beverly, you like this hairy chest, don’t you… Kiss it… Kiss it all…”

Kareem was keeping his eyes closed, to prevent anything to break the illusion he was living, an illusion that in his mind had the beautiful face and the gorgeous body of his fiancée Beverly; the sensations he was feeling were exactly what Sean was feeling, in his bed, kissed by his wife, and Kareem arched his torso, to get more of those soft lips worshipping his manly chest. Almost on autopilot, Kareem’s hand reached to Lance’s neck and pulled him down on his chest, moaning for the pleasure.

Lance, at first, didn’t know what to do, as he didn’t want to break Kareem’s illusion of making love to a woman, but when Kareem growled, with a low-pitched voice that exuded an irresistible sensuality, an enticing “Yeah, suck those man-tits…!”, Lance couldn’t resist and locked his lips around the man’s meaty nipple.

“Aww… fuck! Shit, yeah!” – Kareem moaned loud, suddenly feeling double the pleasure, and his excited reaction spurred Lance to throw his cautions to the wind and feast on Kareem’s gorgeous body.

In his bed, McLaughlin arched his torso, groaning for the pleasure; so far, having his nipples sucked and pinched had never turned him on in a particular way, but that night he felt his nipples unusually sensitive, and every brush of his wife’s tongue on the pointy titties sent strong shots of pleasure straight to his groin: “Oohh… Anne, you’re wonderful… mmmhh… I feel on fire tonight…”. Anne raised his turgid lips from Sean’s chiseled chest and gave him an enticing grin: “Then I’ll make you burn like never…”, she murmured, and started kissing his husband’s navel, the belly button, the thin treasure trail leading to his stiff manhood.

Kareem, still keeping his eyes closed, gently guided Lance’s head along the same path, slowly pushing him down to his crotch. And when he felt two soft, feminine lips closing around his cock head, he instinctively grabbed Lance’s head and lowered it on his throbbing member.

“Oh god… nnngghh!!” – both Sean and Kareem moaned loud, won by the sheer pleasure, stronger than any blowjob they ever had. Lance munched on Kareem’s cock like there was no tomorrow, totally devoting himself to that wondrous symbol of masculinity filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. He felt dizzy, realizing that in that very same moment, Kareem was feeling on his member the lips of Sean’s wife, too, and something clicked inside him, he wanted to be better than her, he wanted to give to Kareem, his Kareem, a better service than any woman.

Sean gasped and moaned: “Yes… like this… ooohh…!!”, as his wife, so far, had never taken his cock so deep into her mouth; feeling the tight throat muscles open up to give way to his engorged helmet was for Sean a thrilling experience that almost made him shoot his load. Anne, wisely, let his husband cool down a bit and lowered his mouth to his balls.

“Yeah… lick my balls… my big hairy balls… fuck yeah…!” – Kareem moaned, and Lance rushed to suck one plumb gonad into his mouth, to bathe it with his saliva and roll his tongue around it, to then move on to the other. Kareem’s breath was labored, and an almost continuous moan escaped his lips, while Lance stroked his big cock with utmost sensuality.

McLaughlin stiffened and gently touched his wife’s head: “Oh, baby… You’re so hot tonight! You’re making me feel good like never…! Slow down, I want it to last…”

Lance sensed that Kareem was dangerously close to an untimely climax and left the cock head unattended, to concentrate on the stiff dark-skinned shaft that he found extremely enticing. His tongue sensually bathed the entire length, kissing the sides and giving gentle bites to the rigid meat. Kareem kept his eyes tightly shut and squirmed on the bed for the desire and the pleasure.

At some point he stifled a gasp and growled: “Yeah, ride me, baby… Point my hard dick to your juicy pussy and take it all… Make me drown into your wet tenderness!”

Lance froze for a moment, as he was still feeling a bit sore, after the powerful onslaught Kareem had given him yesterday, but he had no hesitation, he straddled Kareem’s hips and pointed his rock-hard cock to his clean-shaved hole. Trying to guess the woman’s moves by Kareem’s sighs and moans, he slowly impaled himself on the thick rod, taking it all, inch by inch, ignoring the dull pain radiating from his hurting ass, until he was fully seated on Kareem’s groin.

“Nnngghh… You’re so tight tonight, Anne…” – McLaughlin groaned – “Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”. Anne flashed a sensual smile: “You’re so damn sexy when you’re so caring… You deserve a special treatment, tonight…”.

Anne started riding Sean’s cock with passion, and Kareem let out a long, sensual moan, feeling around his cock both the velvety wetness of the woman’s pussy and the tight slickness of Lance’s chute. “Ohh… Beverly, you’re driving me insane… I waited for this moment for so long… nnngghh!!”

McLaughlin restrained a groan, as his wife’s cunt usually enveloped his member like a glove, but that night it felt tighter, and was giving him an excruciating pleasure he’d never felt before. He knew he’d set O’Rourke’s device to link Kareem to his own bio-chip, making his friend feel what he was feeling; what Sean didn’t know was that by mistake he’d activated a two-way connection, and the unusual tightness of his wife’s pussy was actually Lance’s ass stretching around Kareem’s thick manhood.

“Yeah, Beverly, ride it!” – Kareem said aloud, climbing to the plateau of his pleasure – “Take it all! Oh fuck, you’re making me feel so gooood…!”. “Oohh… Don’t stop, Anne!” – McLaughlin urged his wife at the same time – “I’m almost there… Oh, fuck… Don’t stop! Nnngghh… Yes… Yes… YESSS!!!”

“FUCK YEAH!!!” – Kareem shouted, while every single muscle of his entire manly body stiffened in the throes of an excruciating orgasm. His cock throbbed and exploded inside Lance’s ass, flooding it with an unstoppable torrent of man cream. Sean, in his bed, tilted his hips to shove his cock into his wife pussy to the very last inch, bathing her inside with an equal torrent of manly seed. The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming, but… it seemed incomplete, in a way. Gasping for air, McLaughlin felt a second orgasm explode in his groin, taking him aback, and he shouted loud for the almost unbearable pleasure, while the stream of semen went on flowing with renewed potency.

Kareem’s eyes rolled back, when the second powerful wave of pleasure hit him like a hurricane; the contraction in his prostate suddenly regained vigor and pumped more man juice into Lance’s ass, filling every recess of it to the brim.

Watching Kareem squirm and gasp for air, lost in a seemingly endless orgasm, was too much for Lance to bear, and his untouched cock started shooting powerful ropes of sperm that fell in long white streaks on the thick black felt covering Kareem’s torso.

It took several long minutes until the many orgasms trailed off and they all could catch their breath. “Wow…” – Anne murmured, with an ecstatic expression – “You were loaded tonight, Sean…”. She reclined over his husband and held him tight, enjoying the last traces of her orgasm. Sean covertly extended a hand under the bed and switched off the electronic device, cutting the link with Kareem.

“She’s gone…” – Kareem murmured, watching Lance still straddling his hips; Lance was nervous, as he didn’t know how much Kareem was aware that in addition to the sensations coming from Sean’s wife, he had actually made love to him. Cautiously, he raised his hips from Kareem’s shrinking cock, and leaned forward, to look Kareem into his eyes.

“Are you… OK?” – Lance asked tentatively, and Kareem smiled with a great tenderness: “More than OK. I’m in the seventh heaven. I know you can’t understand, but feeling again the touch of a woman was… magic. It let me feel again a man, a real man.”

“I… I can guess” – Lance replied, and his handsome features were suddenly clouded by a shadow of sadness: apparently, despite Lance’s efforts, all Kareem enjoyed of the thrilling experience was feeling again a pussy around his hopelessly straight cock. Lance moved to climb off the bed, but Kareem held him: “You are wonderful, Lance. After what I did to you, yesterday, you comforted me, you felt for me, and now you gave me… this. You’re… special in so many ways, my friend, or better… my ‘whatever’…”

Much to Lance’s surprise, Kareem took his face into his hands, pulled him down and gave him a churning, passionate kiss… and this time, unlike the day before, it went on, and on, and on.

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In the next chapter: Alastair, the ‘imperfect’ technician living on the 4th floor, deactivates the Cube’s communication system, letting Kareem and Lance send an outbound message. O’Rourke is suspicious and tries to make Kareem confess, but things don’t go as he planned.