Written by Jacob Ibrag
As the room spun faster in speed,
bodies began to collapse almost immediately.
None of us wanted to be here, the seven were the
first to be volunteered. The idea was that the longer
you stayed in the room, the sooner you’d lose your sense
of identity. For a subject to forget its purpose would render
them ideal for manipulation. By emptying out a vessel, a new
core of beliefs and orders could be filled. Six became the frontier
for human hacking. I wasn’t one of them. The angrier the speed
of this room became, the more consistent the voice in my mind
remained. I know exactly who I am and that can’t ever be
taken. This marked the beginning of the resistance.
Photography by David Uzochukwu