In the near future, in the wake of a second pandemic where its sufferers need regular transfusions, all of Britain’s blood reserves are stolen overnight.
The government respond by making blood currency. Two rival political journalists – Sara & Ginley – join forces to investigate the identity of the gang behind the heist and uncover the secrets of the mysterious implant they use to control their members, risking their – and their loved ones’ – lives in the process.
Sara & Ginley have the chance to unravel one of the greatest conspiracies of all time, but will they stick to their principles and inform the public? Or cover it up and use the implant for their own ends to get back what they stand to lose?
Targeted Age Group:: Adult
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My overactive imagination, my political awakening and the urge to write the kind of book I would want to read, as well as having so much free time during lockdown, inspired to me try my hand at writing a novel. It went better than I could ever have expected and I've learned a lot along the way.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
As the novel follows the travails of two political journalists and the news cycle, I think a lot of the characters were based around some of the stories breaking in and around the start of the pandemic. The character Isaac is loosely based on a Ghanaian man that I had dinner with in Prague once.
“Hey guys, I’m PegaGus. Welcome to my channel if you’re new here, and if you are, then what a time you’ve chosen to join me. Everyone who wants to know the real truth, not that bullshit the media tell you, should watch this channel, so like and subscribe, and tell your friends. Spread the word.
“Today I’m going to be showing you yet another example of how the world’s governments and big businesses are trying to exploit us, and this time it’s the implant that you are all hearing so much about in the media, the one which supposedly controls the blood-dealers.
“They’ve got you by the short and curlies. They have you utterly convinced that this implant does something. The dealers I’ve spoken to all say that they have a choice, that they have free will, that they could do whatever they like, but they’re all so scared of this thing that does nothing. They really don’t have free will at all. This is all the government’s doing by the way. They’re making it look like the big bad Blood Pound Gang are real nasty and controlling their dealers with an innovative and sinister technology. But they’re not. They just want you to think that they are.
“And if we let them succeed, how long do you think it’ll be until they utilise it legitimately, rather than dressing it up as criminal? How long until nobody protests, or is creative, or has any fun at all in public because they’re scared shitless of something that everyone just believes does something? They want to make us obedient, and it’s sad that the general public aren’t even going to make them work for it. They won’t even have to invent something capable of mind control. They’re just saying they have and hoping that people go along with it. And sadly some people are.
“You sheeple need to wake up. This blood shit is just a dressed rehearsal for what’s coming. They’re using dealers as guinea pigs because they’re all at the bottom of the food chain. They can’t experiment on the middle-classes unless they paid them all a shit ton of money, so they’re using desperate people with nothing to lose, happy to have a lump of metal carved into the back of their necks for the derisory amount of money they actually get to keep from each sale.
“They did the same thing with the pandemics, making you all stay two metres away from each other and wear those goddamn face-nappies like morons. Stop being sheeple, start allowing PegaGus to show you the light. And today I’ll be shining the light on this implant bullshit. I don’t believe in it, and I’m going to prove to everyone why they shouldn’t either. I’ve already proved that the earth is flat, and that Coronavirus and Hemo were both fake news, so now I’m going to debunk the myth that is… the implant.”
PegaGus’ intro clip and music plays for twelve seconds.
“So, your boy Gus here has only gone and managed to get himself an implant under false pretences, pretending that I’m actually going to be dealing blood. As if. Now watch as I livestream me taking all the blood out of this box, with the code the fake government stooge pretending to be from the BPG gave me, and then taking it and getting all the money for it from the blood bank. The implant is not going to stop me like all those pussies out there think it will. It doesn’t do anything. It’s all in their heads. The media has worked you all into a shoot over what the capabilities of this thing are, and the reality is – it’s just a lump of metal.
“I’m gonna start by opening up the box. Here we go. Four… Eight… Eight… Nine. Voila, box open. Woohoo, I’m still here.”
PegaGus dances around in the room where he films his YouTube videos.
“I’m only meant to open the box when I’m making a sale, and I’m not making a sale, and guess what? I’m still here. Because it’s fake news.
“In fact, fuck it, I’ll make a shitload of money from selling the blood, but you know what? I’m gonna burst one of the bags right now, live on screen. That’ll really stick it to the ‘BPG’. Even if they try and send some of their goons round to my house, I’ll still at least have shown the world that there’s nothing to fear from the implant itself. That it does nothing on its own. All you dealers can just go sell all your stock, make a fortune in doing so, and then the government will just take all the blood, that the BPG have supposedly stolen, out of whatever government facility they’re hiding it all in, and we can all go back to living normal lives again.
“Let me just grab something sharp… Oh, this pen’ll do. Okay ready folks? I’m gonna stab this pen into the bag of blood, it’s gonna spray everywhere and the BPG are gonna lose out on a couple of grand. And the implant isn’t gonna stop me, because it’s F-A-K-E, fake. Wake up sheeple. Stop swallowing all the bullshit that the mainstream media are trying to feed you. Okay, here goes. I’m gonna burst this bag. Three… Two… One…”
Gus starts shuddering violently like he’s having some sort of seizure. Foam starts spurting out from his mouth before he ends up lifeless on the chair in his home studio; his head drooped down onto his left shoulder.
The live feed lasted another forty seconds with him in the same position, not moving, before YouTube pulled the plug on it and the video was removed from their site. Of course, it had already been recorded by thousands of people and had been around the world and back in milliseconds. Was this moment PegaGus’ last flight of fancy or just a publicity stunt helping him to stay relevant?
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