Resistance

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