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I go to King¡¯s College Riyadh. I thought that meant something. That I¡¯d be in a place designed to raise leaders, thinkers, people of discipline. I pictured something proud. British roots, international standards, all that. I didn¡¯t expect what¡¯s actually happening. I didn¡¯t expect to become part of an invisible program one that isn¡¯t spoken about but very much exists. Something is happening to me. To my brain. To my behavior. I don¡¯t mean metaphorically. I¡¯m not talking about stress or exams or boarding school pressure. I¡¯m talking about deliberate remote psychological disruption, carried out by human operators tied to Saudi intelligence services and defense-linked telecommunications systems. I don¡¯t know if I¡¯m a test case or just unlucky, but I know I¡¯m not imagining it. The first time I heard the voice, I thought it was my own memory echoing. But it wasn¡¯t. It was a full sentence, one I hadn¡¯t formed yet. ¡°We¡¯re managing your clarity.¡± That¡¯s what it said. Since then, there have been others. They never shout. They don¡¯t need to. They slip in like commands, just before I act or think. I¡¯ve begun to feel like a pre-programmed version of myself. I still smile. I still answer questions in class. I write essays. I go to PE. But something inside feels rearranged. Like I¡¯m reacting on scripts that aren¡¯t fully mine. My limbs are slower than they used to be. Sometimes I realize I¡¯ve stared at the same paragraph for ten minutes and don¡¯t remember reading it. There¡¯s a hallway near the physics lab where I always lose verbal recall. I¡¯ve tested it. I walk down with a phrase in mind and by the end of the hall, it¡¯s gone. I once forgot my native language in a sentence. My mouth formed English, but my brain tried to speak Urdu. It collapsed. I stood there, panicked, like something cracked between the hemispheres. I don¡¯t tell anyone anymore. I tried. My house leader said I was probably exhausted. The counselor asked me if I¡¯d been sleeping. Yes, I¡¯ve been sleeping. And something watches me while I do. I can feel the presence like static under my ribs. Sometimes it follows me into class. Sometimes it waits outside the restroom. No, not a person. Something operated by people. I shouldn¡¯t have come to Saudi Arabia. I wanted to be part of something big. But I didn¡¯t realize how small they¡¯d make me feel. I used to believe in merit, in achievement. Now I¡¯m just trying to hold on to a voice that I still trust as mine. I¡¯ve started writing more. Not journals timestamps, symptoms, phrases. The voice responds sometimes. ¡°We read everything.¡± That¡¯s what it said last week. So I guess this is for them, too.
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