By: Tazeen Fatma
Bengaluru, Karnataka, India
I remember my brother playing hitman when I was younger. He would spend hours on the computer aiming targeted attacks at the enemies. He was pretty good at it. I, on the other hand, usually lost since I killed a lot of innocents in the process. It annoyed me. I mean, wasn’t it okay if a few civilians got hit? I did eliminate the targets as well. What, really, is the value of one life in a game?
But when bridges collapsed, mass shootings occurred, and the army took over, I resorted to reading jurisdictions, history, philosophy, and religion. I also watched Star Wars. The metamorphosis of the Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker into the Sith Lord Darth Vader when he forwent morality in his quest for revenge was, I think, the last straw. Idealism had lost its path.
biological warfare I scrub off dead skin