USA Vs USA by Chandergupt Aditya Mehta

When power fractures from within, loyalty becomes a weapon.

Usa vs usa

Beneath the frozen expanse of Greenland, a classified American installation operates at the edge of control—powered by systems designed to act faster than human decision.

But when conflicting chains of command emerge, the system begins to respond in ways no one can fully understand.

Major Alex Rourke must navigate a battlefield where there is no external enemy—only uncertainty, fractured authority, and a machine that no longer waits for permission.

In a world where technology acts without hesitation, the most dangerous conflict is not war.

It is when command turns against itself.

Genre: FICTION / Technological

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Political

Language: English

Keywords: geopolitical thriller military thriller techno thriller political thriller AI thriller command and control internal conflict defense systems

Word Count: 26000

Sales info:

Last week it was 89 in the subcategory 

100 copies sold 


Sample text:

Chapter 01 The Ice That Watches
The aircraft touched down like it did not trust the runway, the way a ship enters waters where charts exist but cannot be trusted, moving carefully.
The wheels struck compacted snow with violence that rattled teeth and bones, the fuselage shuddering as reverse thrust howled against an Arctic wind that cared little for engineering limits or pilot confidence. The sound was deep and raw—metal arguing with physics. Outside the narrow window, Greenland revealed itself not as land but as absence. White swallowed white. Floodlights carved brief meaning from darkness that pressed in from every direction. Snowflakes flashed like sparks in the beams, then vanished, as if embarrassed by the attention.
Major Alex Rourke did not blink.
Blinking was a tell. It meant the body had reacted before the mind had decided whether it was allowed to. Rourke had learned long ago to deny his body that privilege. You survived places like this by deciding first and feeling later—if at all.
The aircraft rolled to a stop at the end of the runway.
Silence followed so suddenly it felt artificial. Only the wind
remained, hammering the fuselage with dull persistence,
and the distant hum of generators buried beneath the ice.
The ramp lowered with a hydraulic groan, and cold surged
inside like a living thing—aggressive, intimate.
It struck the lungs first.
Greenland did not welcome visitors.


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Translation in progress. Translated by Alicia Rodriguez

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