I opened my eyes and I checked the area around me. I was lying in a shiny room with metal walls. There were round doors in the middle of each wall, even the ceiling and the floor had two, respectively.
There were two people lying beside me, all the three of us wearing brown uniforms. One of the people beside me was a black guy. He was bald, tall and muscular, the uniform tight on his wide shoulders. He wore a pair of black boots.
The other was a brunette girl. The zipper on the cleavage of her uniform was partly open, revealing her black bra. And she was wearing black high heels just like me; it didn't fit the uniform at all.
All the three of us stood up slowly, rubbing our eyes. I checked the name tag on my uniform. It said, 'Carrie'. I checked the others'. The brunette's one said 'Ann', and the black guy's, 'Moss.'
"Carrie, Ann, and Moss?" I asked. "Really?"
The brunette girl shrugged.
"Why not?" she asked. "The real question is, why we are here?" she asked, much louder, looking around.
"Yeah," the black guy added. "Why the fuck are we here? And what is this place?"
"I don't know," I said. "I can't remember how I got here. The last thing I knew I was lying in my bed at home, watching The Cube."
"The Cube?" Ann asked. "This place is just like the one in that movie! Wait... Do you think we are trapped in a Cube?'
I checked the walls.
"They sure look like solid metal..."
"Hey, what are those?" Moss pointed to some black devices on the ceiling. Ann stepped closer to them and checked them carefully.
"They are cameras!" she said. "But this is a very unique design..." she murmured.
"You seem to know a lot about these cameras," I added. "How so?"
"I make my living from designing them," she answered.
"What the fuck?" the black guy asked. He grabbed the jacket of her uniform and shouted in her face: "Do you know how we got here? Who are you working for?"
"I don't know!" she cried and released his grip on her jacket.
"Leave her alone," I said to the black guy.
"Why?" he turned to me. "She might know the only trace of how we got here. Because I ain't know anything about it, that's for sure."
"He has a point," I admitted, turning to the brunette. "Tell us what you know about the cameras!"
The brunette was hesitating.
"Well...," she started after a few moments, "I make my living from designing cameras for special custom industrial areas. Factories, security companies, and so on. You would never guess how much this product varies in the aspect of noise tolerance, electromagnetic protection..."
"What did you optimize these cameras for?"
"For porn."
There was a moment of silence after she said that. We looked at each other. The black guy's eyes went wide. Then we burst out almost at the same time:
"What?!?"
"You know those porn sites where you can pay for certain content? My job was to design cameras which automatically focus on any pornographic content. There is a built-in automaton image recognition application running in them and they zoom on if they see any flesh, pink, I mean, vagina or any other erotic movement specified in the particular requirements. At the porn pay sites, they spot a specific kind of movement and trigger a function, namely, a message to the user to pay for the given content. But these cameras seem to be connected to the opening mechanism of the room," she pointed to some wires and a black box above one of the doors, "so when they get their ultimate input, they will open the door, I suppose."
"And what is the ultimate input for these particular cameras?"
