"Oh, really?" says the president, smiling. He nods at the cube.
The cube zaps you (you never knew a cube could do that before) into unconsciousness. When you next wake up, you're a cube, too, just like ... just like the other one. Worse, you discover you have a built-in monitor, one of those annoying things you've read about in science fiction books --- you disobey or misbehave, and you are put into extreme pain.
"You know," says the other cube to you one day, as you survey the vast wastelands of captured nerds, hackers, and other techies arrayed in the sunlit paradise of Cyberspace, "don't you sometimes wish you'd done something different, somewhere?" You can't even nod. You're a cube.