What If Your Life Is A Lie? Be the First to Read My New Anti-Authoritarian Thriller Fiction
What if you woke up in the glamorous and perfect world, only to realize it was an illusion, a fantasyland created to have total control over you?
That is the central question of my sci-fi thriller, which is in progress. This thrilling story blends suspense, mystery, and hope-punk ideals to challenge the oppressive system shaping our lives today.
Set in Switzerland, in a world, berated with hyper-capitalism, oligarchy, and technocracy; I introduce Sophia, a woman who wakes up without a memory of her past and is pulled into a life of unethical luxury, art, and philanthropy.
However, beneath the glamorous surface lies a dark secret: her memories erased, her identity reprogrammed, and her true self suppressed. Sophia promises to discover the truth about her past and why somebody erased her memory. While searching for the truth, she uncovers a secretive community fighting against the current system controlling humanity and conformity. The fight forces her to choose between luxury, glamour, and an authentic way of life.
But this sci-fi thriller isn’t only about a woman searching for freedom and truth. It is about exposing and rejecting hyper-capitalism, individualism, and oligarchy and replacing it with collective action, living in the communities and in harmony with nature instead of fighting it and embracing humanity, especially creativity.
Today, technology leads to isolation and disconnection in our societies. This book helps to inspire readers to envision and bring hope to a more authentic way of life.
I need your help to bring this story to its full potential. Would you be willing to join me as an alpha reader and assist in shaping this thrilling novel?
So far, I have published three non-fiction books, but this is my first venture into fiction writing. The process of creating a work of fiction requires a different mindset or thinking process than writing non-fiction.
As I develop the story, I seek feedback to ensure that it resonates with readers and is intellectually and emotionally engaging.
Also, I am open to various perspectives on pacing, character development, and world-building.
I am looking for readers who appreciate thrilling stories that go deeper into societal issues and critique aspects of capitalism.
I will send you four chapters a week, and you can send me feedback on what you like or dislike about the story. Even one paragraph will be enough.
As an alpha reader, you will have a chance to reshape and influence this exciting story and have the opportunity to support a project that seeks to challenge and question current societal norms to inspire positive change.
I will thank all of my alpha readers in the acknowledgments section of my book.
“If you’re passionate about thought-provoking stories that challenge the status quo or simply want to read something different and refreshing, I’d love to have you as an alpha reader.
Will you join me?”
Here is a sample of my FIRST CHAPTER:
The gentle sway of the train did nothing to calm my racing thoughts. My fingers slipped over the cold glass, trembling, before tracing the erratic path of a raindrop. Would it lead to answers — or more questions? My eyes caught the reflection: a woman staring back at me, her hand mirroring mine. But something about her movement wasn’t quite right.
“Ticket, please.”
The conductor’s voice woke me from my trance. My hands moved with automatic grace, reaching into my coat pocket. The fabric felt foreign against my skin, too rich, too perfect. A first-class ticket emerged between my manicured fingers.
“Everything alright, miss?” The conductor’s weathered face creased with concern.
“Yes, I-” My voice caught. Even these simple words felt wrong in my mouth, like borrowed clothing that didn’t quite fit.
He lingered, studying my face. “You look a bit pale. Can I get you some water?”
“No, thank you.” The words came out polished and cultured, and the voice I didn’t recognize was my own.
The businessman across the aisle glanced up from his laptop, his eyes skimming over my outfit with appreciation before returning to his screen. A flash of irritation sparked me; at least someone thought I belonged in these clothes.
My fingers found a small card in my pocket. The paper was thick and expensive. ‘Sophia,’ it read in elegant script, followed by a string of numbers. The name sat heavy in my mind, refusing to settle into familiarity.
Two rows ahead, the toddler squealed with delight at something his mother showed him. The sound pierced my skull, intensifying the throbbing behind my eyes. I pressed my forehead against my seat on the train, watching fields blur past outside. Each rotation of the wheels echoed the same question:
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
Where was this train taking me?
My head pounded through my eye sockets, reminiscent of the worst morning-after headache imaginable. Nothing made sense; my memory was completely blank, even my identity a mystery. The name from the card, Sophia, floated in my mind, but I couldn’t tell if it belonged to me or someone else.
I searched my pockets again, finding them disturbingly empty — no cell phone, wallet, or identification. Just one solitary scrap of paper bearing a message in majestic handwriting:
“Meet me at Hauptbahnhof at 6 PM.”
The digital display above showed 3:47 PM. Despite having more than two hours until the mysterious meeting, panic crept in as I realized I had no idea who’d written the note or what awaited me in Zurich. My heart raced at the absence of my personal belongings. I tried to calm myself and focus on the environment. The train’s modern interior and pristine condition suggested a Swiss train looking at the Swiss flag headrest covers. When the robotic male voice announcement echoed overhead in German, it confirmed my suspicion — — I was somewhere in Switzerland or heading in that direction.
