Michelle "Cube" Lyttle


Cube hated fries. She always said she was more of a pasta person. Cooked for four minutes. Not a minute more, not a minute less. She had an explosive temper, and changed her mind every minute. There were days when she entered the Factory radiant with happiness, and days that she was sitting on the old leather couch, silent and depressed. 

Born Michelle Lyttle, of an affluent Massachusetts family, Cube drifted to Berkely, lost six years not graduating college, and made her first entrance at the Factory when she was 26. At the time, she already looked much older: unwashed hair, old jeans and sad eyes. But Cube had a sincerity that ingratiated her to Andy. He appreciated her blunt appraisals: "It's like a wet worm," she once said of a script that Andy had given her to read, "I hate touching it."

Inexplicably, Cube danced on Tuesdays—like a robot through the Factory.  She explained in a local television interview "it's the only time in the week that I feel human."  

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