Mystery & Suspense
Originally self-published in 2006 under the anagram/pseudonym Leinad Zeraus, Daemon quickly became a favorite of the tech sector and its bloggers.
Daemon brings readers on a harrowing journey through the dark crawl spaces of the modern world. It's a high-tech thriller that explores the convergence of MMOG's, BotNets, viral ecosystems, and corporate dominance—forces which are quietly reshaping society with very real consequences for us all.
Daniel Suarez's Daemon relies on cutting edge technology to drive the story of a legendary computer game designer who releases an artificial intelligence into the internet upon his death. Matthew Sobol, the architect behind half a dozen popular online games left behind more than a legacy: he left behind programs that move money, programs that recruit people, programs that kill.
Confronted with a killer from beyond the grave, Detective Peter Sebeck comes face-to-face with the full implications of our increasingly complex and interconnected world—one where the dead can read headlines, steal identities, and carry out far-reaching plans without fear of retribution.
Sebeck must find a way to stop Sobol's web of programs—his Daemon—before it achieves its ultimate purpose. And to do so, he must uncover what that purpose is. But Sobol has his own plans for Sebeck.
Daemon looks at what could possibly happen tomorrow by utilizing the power of voice recognition technology, artificial intelligence, game theory, sonic weapons, automated vehicles and zombie computers in conjunction with each other.
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Read the first chapter from Daemon:
Chapter 1:// Execution
Reuters.com/business
Matthew A. Sobol, PhD, cofounder and chief technology officer of CyberStorm Entertainment (HSTM—Nasdaq), died today at age 34 after a prolonged battle with brain cancer. A pioneer in the $40 billion computer game industry, Sobol was the architect of CyberStorm’s bestselling online games Over the Rhine and The Gate. CyberStorm CEO Kenneth Kevault described Sobol as "a tireless innovator and a rare intellect."
What the hell just happened? That was all Joseph Pavlos kept thinking as he clenched a gloved hand against his throat. It didn't stop the blood from pulsing between his fingers. Already a shockingly wide pool had formed in the dirt next to his face. He was on the ground somehow. Although he couldn't see the gash, the pain told him the wound was deep. He rolled onto his back and stared up at a stretch of spotless blue sky.
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