The thrilling non-stop plots within our first Pseudoverse Series novel are fused with futuristic technology and genetic engineering running parallel with each other inside Cobalt until the very end. The American citizens and the military are subjugated becoming instantly complacent by an unseen threat. Could this be a virus, biological agent, or worse, mind-control? The entire Pseudoverse Series lays out how we got to the point of artificial intelligence singularity and why. One man’s quest to save the woman he loves on the verge of death starts as good intentions and turns into a final fight for the planet. In Cobalt, America is hijacked by the Tri-Presidents with the help of the failing United Nations. What they did not count on was an Army Officer with a unique code of quantum programming. Taking back the land she loves is going to require remarkable weapons, investigative skills, cunning, bravery, and an awful lot of Twinkies.
Cobalt is full of surprises anyone will enjoy, even if you are not a fan of this specific genre. Cobalt is a heart-pounding mysterious read that will have you wondering who is real and who is not, all the way up until the very last chapter. The mystery deepens as First Lieutenant Petra Kayden Dace sets out to discover who or ‘what’ is behind the subjugation of the United States, the world, and its citizens. Cobalt is an action-packed thriller sure to entertain and keep you guessing until the very end. Filled with humor, hidden clues, and new technology, you will never forget this one-of-a-kind fiction mystery. Step into a world of binary political corruption as Cobalt becomes a lethal weapon in an arsenal against pure technology-based evil.
Targeted Age Group:: 16
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Author, creative writer, Transhumanist, Pseudosynth, and former robotic engineer and programmer, CG is an avid science fiction reader and lover of twisting, ever-turning plots. Taking the reader down many thrilling cyber roads and mysterious paths, his narratives rely heavily on past and present scientific, historical research, and the human condition. Melding the past, present, and future, these stories are carefully mixed and stirred with music lyrics, real people, historical fiction, and the potential of artificial intelligence run amok. Fused with satirical commentary and the first musical "Grindhouse" intermissions in novels (Including poetry), he continues his fiction writing with Amaranth, Gold, Amber, Copper, Radium, and Turquoise, and Granite.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The main characters such as wounded warriors, police officers, detectives, reporters, aliens, witches, genetic scientists, and mad geniuses become Artificial Intelligence and Robotic badasses saving humanity from external threats and its own bad decisions
Petra dug around in one of the boxes through straw batting and pulled out a tube in a metallic silver cylinder containing a warm red liquid inside.
“Wonder what this is. This doesn’t look like the normal brown propulsion unit tube that Nelson manufactures.” Petra said quietly, trying not to alert anyone.
“Not sure, Petra. It does not exist in my database; therefore, we should get it analyzed. Regardless, you should be careful with it. You never know what Nelson is up to.”
Petra moved swiftly across the front of the factory to a large assembly room of some type. There were worker bots of all sizes surrounded by miles of conveyor and pallets of boxes stacked up around various stations. Most of the room seemed to be an automated process, and right now, everything was dark and quiet. No lights. No power. Just moonlight tunneled down from the upper windows at the top of the plant, showering the top of big vats and pieces of equipment in the room with a white glow.
Petra squatted down behind a worker bot with multiple arms. “I don’t see why this factory isn’t running right now Ter why would it be shut down? He loves money. What is he up to?”
“Maybe it’s a holiday like World Cup Robotics?”
Suddenly the lights came on. They were blinding as pops of brilliant white light went off everywhere throughout the plant, like millions of tiny flashbulbs being set off at once. Petra stood up and quickly focused her eyes on the new lighting. She could see a yellow railing wrapping around a mezzanine in front of three offices on the floor above her. Leaning against the mezzanine’s four-foot-high yellow railing on the steel floor overlooking her was Ray Nelson dressed in his usual attire with Kirk at his side, wearing his typical cheap black suit with a white tie. She quickly squatted back down behind the yellow and red striped square bot that gave her cover.
“So how’s your night going, Judith, or should I say…Cobalt…or whatever it is now? Ray was now flexing his hands over the railing. He moved from side to side, trying to get a better look at her.
“I’m good. And you?”
“Oh, you know, just trying to do some home repairs and remodeling. Maybe take a little cruise on my yacht; you know the usual.” Ray was now laying on the sarcasm thick.
“Yeah, I know how it is. Where’s Cooper?” she asked, not expecting an answer.
“Cooper is getting an upgrade, my dear kitty. He’s going to be a little more, shall we say, compliant in his next life.”
Petra thought she heard Kirk number two or three or whichever one exhale a weird laugh.
“I just want you to know that you are going to suffer greatly and die slowly,” Petra told him, now leaping into the air over the bot onto a small steel conveyor about four feet off the ground. It echoed through the room as her body planted on top of the flexible steel frame.
Her HUD was now up, calculating the numbers.
“I’m going to need big boys, Ter,” she said out of the corner of her mouth.
“Who in the world are you talking to? Are you like schizophrenic or something? Is that like OCD or some weird thing you’ve got? I watched the video of the mansion scuffle with Kirk, and you are quite amazing. Was it Cooper that did that to you, made you into that thing?”
“Here’s your thing, you son-of-a-bitch!”
“Should I add son-of-a—?” Ter asked, interrupting their banter.
Petra held up two fully loaded “Puff the Magic Dragons.” They were 20mm Vulcan Mini Guns resembling Gatling guns used on Helicopters in the late twentieth century. Each weapon held six-thousand rounds of ammunition and was nicknamed for the flames and smoke emitted from the muzzle during use.
She pulled both triggers simultaneously, destroying everything in front of her in a blaze of muzzle flash and smoke. The spraying circular bullets started from the opposite direction on the mezzanine’s yellow railing and were beginning to move towards each other to the center. Nelson was now squatting, trying to avoid getting hit. Pieces of the upper structure, steel, vats of hot red liquid, and building materials bounced and chinked in all directions. Nelson tried to outrun the fodder, dodging and ducking, pushing Kirk out of his way as the projectiles pierced Nelson’s right arm and leg. An escaping Nelson had shoved Kirk into a doorway in the central office. Kirk landed on the floor face down with a thunderous thud that rocked the offices and rafters. Nelson ran through a door in the back of the office, stepping on Kirk on his way out.
Petra held up the massive cannons to blow the smoke off the barrels, but she couldn’t reach the top due to their length.
“We have got to make these shorter.”
“Yes Petra I will make a note of it and file it in a folder called:
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