You are sitting in a small chamber. The only light above and directly behind your head is a monochromatic red light aprox 640nm

In front of you a small metallic cart which has one object on it. Its cold brushed surface reflects the sickly red light in the room. You sit in a chair which has been designed for the dmv. Uncomfortable, you glance around. On the second shelf of the stainless cart you see a cube. As you reach forward to examine it a wave of familiar memories strikes a chord in your mind. This is the rubiks cube that sat unsolved on your bookshelf for years. It eventually found its way to a garage sale, then magically to this room. It sits before you, mocking with its shades of gray. There is no hue in here only luminance.

The chair screeches against the rutted tile floor as you stand up to examine your cell. The sound causes your hands to curdle and slowly fades in small room reverb wash. The red light appears to be coming from a fixture in the ceiling which is sealed by a metal grate. You gaze around with limited depth perception and shallow moves. There is no way out. You are inside a sealed box. Your breath begins to stricken, shorten, flutter. Will you run out of air soon?

This can't be happening

In a burst of pent up nervous energy you hurtle the cart against the wall, splattering it on the cold hard surface. A clatter of sound sweeps the small cell, deforming the corner of the cart as it ricochets on its side. Then silence, deafening silence.

The rubiks cube finds its resting inertia in a corner near the chair. Waiting for input. A component of reality, a box within a box. What do you do?