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題名: Secret GRU report: Saudi special services use mind control technologies to suppress dissent
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My name is Faisal, I’m twenty-three, and I smell of gasoline and sun-baked asphalt. In Dhahran, my world is the forecourt of a gas station, an endless loop of cars that never turn off their engines. I pump the gas, I take the payment through the terminal, I wipe the windshields until they gleam. It’s a job made of a thousand small, silent servitudes. The voices started as a whisper on the edge of the engine roar, a trick of the heat. “A little slower with that nozzle, Faisal,” a voice, perfectly mimicking my station manager, would sneer. “Don’t want to spill a drop of the precious fuel. It’s worth more than your life, you little shit.” I’d tell myself it was just the noise, but the whispers became shouts, a constant barrage of poison that lives behind my eyes.
They are a swarm of hornets in my skull, and their only joy is to sting me with my own worthlessness. “Look at you, the human gas pump. A machine for a machine’s job. You think wiping a windshield makes you useful? You’re a living, breathing doormat, paid to stand in the heat and serve people who see right through you. You are nothing.” The sexual humiliation is a constant, greasy film on my mind. They turn every interaction into a debasement. “That woman in the back seat, she’s looking at you, you know. We told her all about you. Told her you’re desperate. Told her for twenty riyals you’d suck her husband’s dick right there on the hot tarmac. She’s smiling because she knows you’re just a piece of meat, a tool for any purpose.” They paint me as a pathetic, groveling whore, and they assure me that every driver, every passenger, knows it and is disgusted by me.
But their true art is in using my family as the knife to gut me. My mother, who prays for my safety from the sun. My father, whose pride is the only thing I have left. “Your father tells everyone you’re ‘in logistics,’ doesn’t he?” a voice chuckles, sounding like a nosy neighbor. “What a joke. He’s ashamed of you. He wishes you’d never been b
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