About the Book
Title: One God – The Will To Power
Author: Kata Mlek
Genre: Dystopian, Technothriller, Science Fiction
Miran Zyelinski has had enough of ethics and laws getting in the way of progress.
Nothing—not the government, not the church, and certainly not lesser men—will hold back Miran’s vision for humankind: immortality.
Miran will need wealth, brilliance, and ruthlessness to achieve his goal. Andreas can provide wealth, but must be paid in his own currency, and his price is high. Satia has brilliance and ruthlessness to match Miran, but their mix is volatile.
Opposed on all sides, Miran will not waver from his goal of immortality. The question is not whether he will succeed, but who will be left alive when he does.
Based on real-world developments in biology and genetics, this technothriller rolls relentlessly through unexpected twists and continuous shifts of power, culminating in a tempting, disturbing, and altogether-too-likely vision of the future, where one corporation gains almost total control over the world.
Book 1 of 3. Includes The Genesis Files, bonus micro-fiction and art from the world of One God.
Note: contains strong language and some disturbing scenes. For mature readers only.
UNCOMFORTABLY REAL FICTION
I began my writing career in 2012 after leaving the IT industry. In Poland, I’ve had several successful novels published by traditional publishers. In 2015, I made the decision to switch to self-publishing and start my international career.
In 2015, I published the English edition of my intense psychological thriller Absolute Sunset. This was one of the most talked-about books in Poland in 2012, and the English edition has been equally well-received.
In 2016, I published One God—a trilogy of techno-thrillers about corporate control of genetic modifications. Originally published in Polish as a single long novel, the English version was expanded and re-written to create a trilogy with lots of great new scenes.
Now I’m working on another psychological thriller, a brand-new story written directly in English for my English readers.
All of my books cross genres—I like to experiment with different styles to create the effect I want, and to give my readers a unique experience. My Polish background gives me a different perspective and makes my writing fresh, although I feel it’s still accessible—inside we’re all the same, after all.
You can read my free short stories, get writing tips, and catch up with me on my blog at katamlek.com. If you like my work, you can become my patron on Patreon and get future books for free. And of course, you can find me on Amazon, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Pinterest.
It was pleasantly cool inside the limo. Not cold, the way it is in a car with cheap air conditioning, but perfectly refreshing, and the air held the fragrance of leather. The upholstery was soft and didn’t stick to your thighs the way synthetic materials did. Although they were driving fairly fast, it was almost completely quiet, the hermetic seal of the doors cutting them off from the street noise. Spotless tinted windows allowed the passengers to see the dirty outside world without being seen in return.
Instead of glancing at the passersby—who were staring at the Maybach, as black as ink, their eyes full of jealousy and resignation—Miran was occupied with the screen of his computer, analyzing his presentation for the last time before the meeting with the Group of Five. He’d been working on it for a week, and he now thought it might be good enough.
“You’ll have one—and only one—chance,” Andreas had warned him a week earlier, as they were having morning coffee in his apartment. “I lined these people up for you because I believe that what you’re saying makes some sense, but if you don’t convince them then we’re done. I’m not getting into this on my own, but with them I will.”
“Why do you need them?” Miran got up and embraced the Belgian from behind. “The two of us can handle this. You can afford it.”
“Depends what you mean,” Andreas said, suddenly standing up. He threw a bathrobe over his shoulders and grabbed his cigarettes. He cracked the window a little, lit up, inhaled the smoke as deeply as he could, and exhaled again. “I could do it, but the risk is too big. If we failed, I’d be ruined.”
“I don’t think so,” Miran wanted to put his arms around Andreas again, but he moved away.
“End of discussion,” he said, cutting the topic short. “I arranged the meeting. If you convince them—we start Genesis. You don’t—you stay where you are.”
“You’re so grumpy today!” Miran laughed, but instead of lightening up Andreas got more irritated. He flicked the cigarette, turned to his lover, and caught him by the chin.
“Listen to me, boy!” he hissed. “Don’t think that I’ll pour money down the drain just for your soft buns. I’m not going to cheat people I’ve known for years for some little shit. Got it? Your ass is not enough. You’d better have damned good arguments,” he snapped.
“I get it,” Miran said steadily. He felt Maes’s nails biting into his cheeks. It hurt, but Andreas quickly let him go.
“Good!” he hissed. “Now fuck off!”