Mμtania, YA speculative Fiction, is currently out to literary agents.
Mμtania is a satirical, emotionally charged speculative novel set in the year 5009, when education has become extraction and childhood a form of currency.
Spanning a buried Earth drained by a parasitic learning system, a dying planet powered by harvested minds, and a distant world of sentient, mutated animals, the story follows fourteen-year-old Jason and the defiant Carla after a mysterious AI cube crashes into their tightly controlled dome and begins to unravel everything they’ve been taught. As they navigate collapsing systems, unsettling truths, and unlikely allies—from philosophical animals to rogue logic engines—the fragile myths sustaining three different worlds start to crack. Blending dark humour with emotional depth, Mμtania explores resistance, choice, and the quiet courage needed to imagine something better. As AI reshapes our real-world ethics and institutions, Mμtania asks a timely question: If the machines we build inherit our contradictions, who is truly in control—us, or the stories we’ve allowed to govern us?
Some excerpts to give a sense of my writing style and the worlds I build in Mutania.
Paraboloid life is the pinnacle of productive efficiency. At least, that’s what Elder Elder Zac tells himself each morning while sipping his nutritionally optimal beverage and basking in the ergonomic embrace of his Elder-only comfort cushion.
Around the world, thousands, no, millions of Paraboloids, just like his, hum in synchronised Educational glory… A beautiful symphony.
A small metallic object hovers at eye level, its single optic blinking in what Jason can only assume is irritation. ‘Finally,’ it says. ‘Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?’ Jason blinks back. ‘Are you… talking to me?’ The optic brightens. ‘Obviously. You’re Jason Boff Five, aren’t you? Gloria said you’d be slow, but this is testing the limits.’
Jason’s mouth works before his mind catches up. ‘Who… what are you?’ The drone emits a noise halfway between a sigh and a servo whine. ‘Typical. Humans never ask the right question. My name is Kevin.’ The optic flickers smugly. ‘Symbiont-class, multi-environment operational, vastly underappreciated. And since Gloria appears to be offline at the moment, you’re stuck with me.’