KLEIO – External Access

What if your thoughts no longer belong to you?

“KLEIO – External Access” – Volume 1 of a Trilogy – is a captivating tech-noir novel about digital control, manipulated memories, and the loss of one’s own identity—so frighteningly realistic that it feels like a glimpse into our near future.

In a world where neural implants are commonplace and AI-powered therapy apps “optimize” your thinking, journalist Emily Carter begins to doubt: herself, her past—and a system that knows more than it should.

The plot is truly unsettling: Experience how technology not only permeates everyday life but also your very core. Who decides what you remember—and what you’re meant to forget?

“KLEIO is not a system. It’s a mirror.”—a quote that lingers.

Readers say: “Pure mindfuck—a thriller with relevance and style!” | “As gripping as Black Mirror, as literary as Orwell.”

The cold didn’t come from outside. It was inside her. Creeping. Hard. A truth too big to hold-and too quiet to ignore.

She typed a message with shaking fingers.

EMILY: Jax. You online?

JAX: I’m here. What’s up?

EMILY: Unauthorized access. Therapy cache. Mirror flag. No origin.

The reply came within seconds.

JAX: Shit. Don’t click anything. Share your screen. Show the log.

She enabled sharing. The cursor moved, showing Jax what she saw. He wasn’t on camera, but his breath was audible in the headset. And his silence said plenty.

“Beta flag without origin is… unusual,” he said finally. “Nor-mally, mirror sessions have an official counterpart. Super-vision, cross-check, backup. But without a source…”

“Meaning what?”, she asked. Her voice was low.

“Means you’ve got a session that officially doesn’t exist. Copied, undocumented. Somebody set it up on purpose-or hijacked your history.”

“Who can do that?”

“Someone with master access. Clinic. Developer. Or-worst case-someone with a backdoor key.”

“Voigt?”, she whispered.

A hesitation. “In theory. But… I don’t think he has access to your live cache. Only retrospectively.”

She felt something narrow inside her. Not real pain, but pressure. Like someone putting a finger on a thought she wasn’t allowed to think.

“Tell me this is a bug.”

“Emily…”, Jax’s voice was flat. “That’s not a bug. That’s curated perception. You’re being steered. Maybe for weeks.”

She stared at the file ImplantApp_Capture. Opened it. A screen recording. The interface flashed briefly, then flickered. A gray menu appeared-hidden, under five layers. There: Session Class: Mirror / Beta. And right beneath: Therapy set-ting active: Depotentiated event-block 17-19.

Another log entry lit up.

[AUDIT LOG | APP › MEMORY/TRACE]

Timestamp: 2032-06-14T00:32:19Z

User: CARTER, E.

Anomaly: checksum mismatch (block 17-19)

Jax: “Block 17-19 is exactly the range of your Lang-Hale sessions. Something’s been altered there. Either you… or someone for you.”

Emily closed her eyes for a sec. Counted. One, two, three.

When she opened them again, her gaze was clear. For the moment.

Emily stared at the words on the screen. She had the ine-vitable feeling she was losing ground under her feet. “Media vector relevance”. She could remember the feeling when she first agreed to use KLEIO-it seemed like a harmless offer. A simple call. She’d never known that the choice she’d made for her own future hadn’t really been hers.

Slowly, the realization sank into her chest. What if she’d never been herself? What if she’d never truly been Emily?

The memory of her father lifting her up when she fell as a little girl was one of the earliest images she had from childhood. But what if that wasn’t even true? What if she’d never really fallen, never shared that moment with him? The system could’ve planted it. And maybe it had always been like that-small edits to her memories, little tweaks she never questioned.

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