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Echoes of Control: The Parallax Syndicate
By: Blessing NatashaCompleted
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They hacked the human mind. They bent the world to their will. But they didn’t account for the boy inside the machine. Deep beneath the surface of the world, far from law and light, the Parallax Syndicate built The Oyster—a laboratory where thought could be weaponized, where obedience could be programmed, and where free will became a design flaw. From this hidden fortress, four scientists reshaped society, one mind at a time. Nations obeyed. Wars vanished. Peace reigned—by force. Their system was flawless. Their influence—undetected, undeniable. And their legacy? A boy born within their machine. Heir to their empire, molded by their intellect, trained to uphold their command. But beneath the precision they instilled, a question took root—What if humanity was meant to choose? Raised in the heart of this system, Kael Draven was meant to inherit it all. Trained by his father, Dr. Aurex Draven, Kael knew every code, every algorithm, every flaw. But unlike them, Kael believed in something dangerous: freedom. Now, with the world asleep under the Syndicate’s spell, Kael is the only one who can wake it. Armed with the Syndicate’s deepest secrets and haunted by the memories they tried to erase, he’ll spark a rebellion from within. The mind was their weapon. Kael will make it their undoing.
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Chapter 1
Chapter One: The Quiet Echo of Thought
The room hummed with a low electric pulse, almost like a heartbeat—cold, precise, artificial. Inside its soundproof walls, Kael Draven sat motionless beneath a glowing white light, electrodes woven into his scalp like a crown of obedience. He didn’t flinch when the pulse changed frequency. He didn’t blink when the monitors adjusted the simulation. He had been trained for this—shaped from the womb into a vessel of perfect cognition.
“Initiate Layer Six,” came a voice from above, smooth and impersonal.
Kael’s eyes fluttered, his pupils dilating as a grid of synthetic emotions flooded into his frontal cortex. Fear, anger, curiosity—all manufactured and immediately suppressed. The Mirror Network responded in real time, mapping his neural resistance and adjusting thresholds accordingly.
He passed the test.
Again.
Applause didn’t exist in The Oyster. Praise was a data point. Progress was a number. Kael rose slowly as the chair reclined back into the floor, retracting like it had never been there.
Dr. Sera Voss entered the chamber without a sound. Her lab coat was immaculately pressed, her lips drawn in that tight, hollow smile she wore when protocols were met but exceeded nothing.
“You maintained cognitive autonomy through synthetic overload,” she said, glancing at the screen. “Expected from you, but still… clean data. You’ll make a fine operator.”
Kael didn’t answer. He never did, not when she spoke that way. It wasn’t a compliment. It was a confirmation of design.
He followed her out, walking the long corridor of translucent panels that formed the heart of The Oyster. No windows. No clocks. No doors without clearance. It was a world suspended in eternal now—no sun, no sky, only algorithms and sterility.
But lately, Kael had begun to wonder about things he couldn’t explain. Not questions the Syndicate approved of. Simple, quiet thoughts.
What did a real sunrise look like?
What did laughter sound like when it wasn’t scripted in a simulation?
What did it mean to choose?
Such questions were dangerous. Dangerous… and strangely persistent.
He arrived at his quarters—minimal, immaculate, without ornament. A single bed. A terminal. A mirror he was forbidden to cover. Reflection was considered part of training.
He stood there a moment, staring into his own eyes.
Nineteen. That’s what they told him. The perfect age. The threshold between developing and mastering. In a few months, he would take his seat beside his father—Dr. Aurex Draven—one of the four minds behind The Syndicate. He would guide the Mirror Network, expand its reach, refine its influence.
He was supposed to be proud. But pride felt… hollow.
He tapped the terminal. A list of studies appeared—psychological compliance models, neural architecture schematics, resistance patch updates. He scrolled until he found the untagged file.
Subject: L. Ward [ARCHIVED] – Status: Terminated
His finger hovered.
He knew this file had not been assigned to him. He’d accessed it two nights ago by accident—or so he told himself. Lina Ward. A name the system tried to erase. But something in her recorded voice—fragmented, desperate—had clung to him like static.
A voice that didn’t comply. A voice that remembered.
He tapped again. The screen flickered. There she was, pale, restrained, whispering things that didn’t fit the pattern. Her eyes weren’t dull like the others. They were awake.
The door behind him hissed open.
Kael jerked the screen off. He stood.
Dr. Aurex Draven stepped inside, the weight of power arriving with him. His presence always chilled the room a few degrees.
“You accessed an unauthorized archive,” his father said, flatly. Not a question.
Kael didn’t flinch. “It was indexed improperly.”
“You knew it wasn’t approved.”
Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken rules.
Then Aurex stepped forward, gaze leveled. “Kael… curiosity is natural. But it is also noise. You must silence the noise. Or it will destroy everything.”
Kael nodded, just enough to satisfy protocol. But something had already awakened. Something the Mirror couldn’t suppress.
As his father turned to leave, Kael glanced back at the dark screen, and for a split second—no more than a breath—he thought he heard Lina whisper again.
“They couldn’t take all of me.”
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