Anachronistic Futurism
equal parts visionary technology and ancient alchemy
“Domowitz’s world is at once brutal and alchemical, cyberpunk in aesthetics but medieval in soul.”
“Neurojuggler dares to map the disquiet between fractured selves in shifting realities, ultimately serving as a cautionary allegory for the psychological cost of having a digital existence. ”
“Neurojuggler is vivid, thought-provoking, and filled with young characters whose lives and quandaries will appeal to all ages. ”
“It rewards readers who enjoy layered storytelling and thematic complexity, especially those drawn to metaphysical sci fi or speculative fiction with a literary edge.”
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Neurojuggler
They call him The Mechanic.
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wake the whirlwind
This is a story of arcane knowledge, alchemy, and strange philosophies
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Killing Kraken
it was murder regardless of who did it.
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Murder of a martyr
Good intentions may produce bad outcomes, like murder.
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Alphabet of death
A conspiracy of toymakers, thieves, and a gatekeeper to a world reaching out through the interstices of virtual and real.
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MURDER ABOVE HEAVEN
Who would have dreamed rituals of sacrifice would enable a scheme to counterfeit minds and corrupt the very concept of truth?
Lived truth challenges conceptions of the artificially intelligent in a serial allegory of one AI’s search for the Singularity.
“I am different. Do not let this upset you.”
A twelfth century vision of artificial intelligence foreshadows a sixteenth century recipe to produce it. A nineteenth century prison nurtures it. A twenty-first century commune seeks to exploit it. And a boy without a century stands at the intersection of real and virtual, moments into the future.
When twelve-year old Hanzi Boss escapes from a Transylvanian prison, he leaves only a few months of memory and a dead body behind. Finding refuge in the arms of an orphan, he comes to realize the experiments of an inhuman warden were basic compared to the barbaric schemes of her tribe. There he learns death is just as final for those bred not born.
This is a story of arcane knowledge, alchemy, and strange philosophies—a story about a being not created by God, who does not know what he is and dreams what he might become.
Her people call him The Mechanic. This is the first entry in his diary.
