"Nothing can stop us!" says the hacker.
"Only destroying our server machine, control-machine, could possibly even slow us down!" says the cube. "And you couldn't possibly know its root password!"
The president glares at the cube, which suddenly screams, as if in pain, and goes shooting out through a small hole in the wall.
This is an extensive terminal room, filled with humming equipment and bright computer displays. The walls are lined with monitors. Most show scenic views, of windswept seas and cascading waterfalls, but some show familiar places: Lobby 7, the Infinite Corridor, the gigantic nightlight.
The president, you note, has one finger hovering over the "return" key on a nearby keyboard.
Ask "So why are you pressing that for?"