Hire A Muse, Get A Nobel Prize
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / General
Ex Machina meets A Beautiful Mind in this mind-bending sci-fi thriller.
On the verge of abandoning his life-long project, an obsessive physicist hires the innovative service of an android Muse to help him finish his work. But when things start to go missing from his life, he must learn that not all is worth sacrificing on the altar of science before he has nothing left to live for.
From ScifiSelect: " A mind bending thriller on the very concept of inspiration."
From Luke Daniel: "The book, while short, is unique and a true work of literacy."
From Samie Sands: "The plot is fast paced, dark, exciting and gripping. Once I started reading this book, I couldn't put it down. Highly recommended!"
Do you want to know what's next for poor-but-brilliant Yanni? Do you wanna meet the Muse? Then read this unique sci-fi thriller that toys with the very concept of inspiration.
This is Book 1 of the Hire a Muse series.
Author George Saoulidis has a 3000 goodreads following, a 10000 twitter following and a 4000 instagram following. The book is a short story.
The publisher is also working with viral marketing, memes, high concept themes and is running multiple pay-per-click marketing campaigns, regular email blasts to 4000+ real customers, is experimenting constantly with ad copy, book blurbs and varying his efforts in internet promotion.
As a special characteristic, the books cater well to a bilingual Greek-English target group (but not exclusively), with a population of 3 million in USA, 0,7 million in Australia and another 0,7 in Canada, and finally a 0,4 million in the UK. That untapped demographic of over 4 million Greek dual citizens is actively being promoted to by the publisher through internet forums, diaspora groups and publications.
The lady in blue stood still, looking at the corner of the room. The air was undisturbed around her, dust particles descending, a few sun beams briefly illuminating their swirling trajectory.
The body that had caused all this dust upheaval was lying still in the middle of the thick carpet. A tall man, heavy, not of muscle but rather of spaghetti and feta cheese, was facedown, his limbs motionless, drool dripping on the carpet, absorbed instantly. His small glasses were crushed underneath his skull, their skeleton distorted but their lenses intact.
The lady in blue raised her eyes to the whiteboard.
The movement of her eyelashes was not enough to disturb the falling dust.
Mathematical symbols were scrawled on the whiteboard, half of it seemingly written, erased and rewritten a billion times. The top left part was dry, scratched, old. A beginning that had tormented the heavy man for years. The whiteboard was featured prominently in the room, a totem raised high, a constant reminder for the heavy man to keep on working, keep on thinking about what the symbols meant.
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