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The Thrill of a Science-Based Thriller: By Michael C. Grumley

Deep FreezeFrom the bestselling author of the Breakthrough seriesIn his next near-future thriller, Michael C. Grumley explores humanity’s thirst for immortality—at any cost…

The accident came quickly. With no warning. In the dead of night, a precipitous plunge into a freezing river trapped everyone inside the bus. It was then that Army veteran John Reiff’s life came to an end. Extinguished in the sudden rush of frigid water.

There was no expectation of survival. None. Let alone waking up beneath blinding hospital lights. Struggling to move, or see, or even breathe. But the doctors assure him that everything is normal. That things will improve. And yet, he has a strange feeling that there’s something they’re not telling him.

As Reiff’s mind and body gradually recover, he becomes certain that the doctors are lying to him. One-by-one, puzzle pieces are slowly falling into place, and he soon realizes that things are not at all what they seem. Critical information is being kept from him. Secrets. Supposedly for his own good. But who is doing this? Why? And the most important question: can he keep himself alive long enough to uncover the truth?

Deep Freeze is a fast-paced, pulse-pounding story that will keep you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. Read below to see Michael’s take on science-based thrillers and why they’re so exciting to write!


By Michael C. Grumley:

There is something truly exciting about writing science-based thrillers.  Of course, many great genres exist, but technothrillers stand apart in a very interesting way.

Science-based technical thrillers are, at their core, idea-driven stories.  Naturally, all books have ideas in them.  New concepts or approaches to a particular situation or storyline.  Or perhaps a fresh perspective or viewpoint on how a story is told.  All interesting and completely valid.  But what makes technothrillers different is that most are told from the cutting edge of human existence.

It’s been estimated that up until the nineteenth century, the whole of human knowledge doubled nearly every century.  It is a staggering thought, perhaps not entirely surprising, when we consider the steady human progress that eventually led to the Industrial Revolution.  It changed everything.  But then came the Information Revolution.  Originally born with the invention of the transistor, the information revolution really took hold in the 1980s, when the computer industry made data not just easier to store but also infinitely easier to access.  And from there, the cutting edge of technology absolutely exploded.

By 1982, the great Buckminster Fuller noted that all of human knowledge was no longer doubling every century; it was now doubling every 18 months!  That was in 1982!  But now, after decades of technological advance after technological advance, the “knowledge-doubling curve” has also rapidly accelerated.  Instead of every 18 months, people like David Schilling believe our knowledge now doubles in less than a day!  Particularly following the advent of supercomputers and artificial intelligence (AI).

So, back to science-based thrillers.  Why are they so exciting to write?  Because the actual science and groundbreaking abilities these stories are based on are now being discovered almost daily.

And that’s why it’s so exciting to write them.  Writing stories that are both character-driven AND idea-driven.  Stories that not only delve into aspects of our humanity and human struggle but do so in a world so fascinating that humanity itself begins to change based on the advancements directly in front of us.

For example, how would humanity change not just with the idea but with the genuine possibility of extremely long lifespans or immortality?  How would humanity’s priorities change?  Or the way we see the world around us?  What happens to everything when death begins to feel a little less… inevitable?

Until now, these were just fun mental exercises.  Fantasies to ponder over dinner and a glass of wine or a fireside chat while staring up at the stars.  But how does the fantasy change when the idea of immortality is suddenly in the present?  You may not know this, but a LOT of fascinating research is being done on life extension and elimination of chronic disease.  Fascinating research that feels almost outlandish until you remember that our knowledge is still doubling.  Again and again.  Not in centuries, not in months, but now in days.

The other day, I was thinking about how human ‘storytelling’ evolved over the millennia.   How instrumental and integral it has been throughout all of history.  How pervasive it’s been and still is in all cultures and all walks of life.  And then it suddenly occurred to me.  Storytelling is not something that happens occasionally.  It’s not a ‘here or there’ occurrence.  Storytelling happens constantly.  Not just every day but in every sentence we speak.  In every conveyance from one person to another.  No matter what the topic.  Everything we say to one another is basically a story of some kind.

So, then the question becomes, what are the most interesting stories?  What are the most exciting things to talk about?  Obviously, it varies depending on where we are at any given moment.  But the question reminds me of an old quote from Eleanor Roosevelt.  She once said, “Bright minds talk about ideas.  Average minds talk about things.  And simple minds talk about people.”

And again, we come back to technothrillers.  Stories whose foundations are based on real technology, real science, and real ideas.  Stories and ideas that focus not on what has already happened but, more interestingly, what is very likely about to happen.  Good, bad, and ugly.  Which, when combined with human nature, becomes truly interesting.

What would the good, bad, and ugly be if human lifespans were dramatically lengthened?  Or what if computers became so powerful that our race could no longer discern what was real?  Or if Artificial Intelligence soon accelerated our ‘knowledge-doubling’ to hours or even minutes?

Because these are the things that technothriller authors are currently writing about.

Now you’re ready for DEEP FREEZE.


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Excerpt Reveal: Deep Freeze by Michael C. Grumley

Deep FreezeFrom the bestselling author of the Breakthrough seriesIn his next near-future thriller, Michael C. Grumley explores humanity’s thirst for immortality—at any cost…

“A fast-paced juggernaut of a story, where revelations pile upon revelations, building to a stunning conclusion that will leave readers clamoring for more.” —James Rollins, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sigma Force series

The accident came quickly. With no warning. In the dead of night, a precipitous plunge into a freezing river trapped everyone inside the bus. It was then that Army veteran John Reiff’s life came to an end. Extinguished in the sudden rush of frigid water.

There was no expectation of survival. None. Let alone waking up beneath blinding hospital lights. Struggling to move, or see, or even breathe. But the doctors assure him that everything is normal. That things will improve. And yet, he has a strange feeling that there’s something they’re not telling him.

As Reiff’s mind and body gradually recover, he becomes certain that the doctors are lying to him. One-by-one, puzzle pieces are slowly falling into place, and he soon realizes that things are not at all what they seem. Critical information is being kept from him. Secrets. Supposedly for his own good. But who is doing this? Why? And the most important question: can he keep himself alive long enough to uncover the truth?

Deep Freeze will be available on January 9th, 2024. Please enjoy the following excerpt!


CHAPTER ONE

The slide of the gun was pulled and released in one quick motion, giving its distinctive metallic sound as it snapped back and automatically chambered the first bullet.

Outside the car, another snowfall was heavily dotting the car’s windshield and hood as well as the ground around them; a pothole-ridden parking lot, partially illuminated by the bright interior lights of a convenience store.

Scanning the area revealed an empty street, and on the far side, away from the road, a small one-story veterans’ hall—dark and empty, surrounded by an undisturbed snowy field. Behind them, a single streetlamp, two blocks away, provided a shower of light upon a tiny building, the town’s only bus stop.

“Let’s go!”

“Wait!” A nineteen-year-old sporting a dark ski mask stared through the back window toward the stop. A distant cloud of billowing heat rose from the tail end of the bus. Only the back half was visible on the other side of the small building. Between them, thousands of snowflakes drifted gently down from the darkened sky above, some passing through the glow from the distant streetlamp as they fell.

“What the hell are you waiting for?”

“The bus, man!”

“So what?”

“Wait till it leaves!”

“What? Hell no! Go now!”

“What if they see me?”

The driver, another teenager, glanced back and shook his head. “Ain’t no one gonna see you at this distance. Just go!”

The first teenager hesitated, contemplating, before his adrenaline finally won out.

“Fine! Turn the car and get ready.”

 

The warmth inside the store was welcoming. Beneath a ceiling of old fluorescent lights, most still working, the modest store packed a surprising amount of shelf space within its meager walls, despite some remaining empty.

Near the front, a television was affixed to the wall just below the ceiling, displaying the local news.

Behind the counter, the cashier smiled politely at the woman and small boy before him while bagging their items. Two bottles of water, a bag of potato chips, and a tiny box of painkillers.

The man, presumably the owner, repeated the amount displayed on the register and took the money without comment, briefly noting the second customer in line behind the woman, who was patiently watching the TV overhead, and carrying a small four-pack of beer.

The man in line looked quietly at the mayhem playing out across the large screen. Thousands had gathered in downtown Philadelphia to protest. Signs bobbed up and down while throngs of people chanted and marched forward in a surging wave of anger.

The picture moved, panning to another section of street, where perhaps a dozen had descended upon an empty police car, beating and smashing its side windows while others climbed on top to stomp and crush the vehicle’s red-and-blue lights. A Molotov cocktail was thrown against the side of a nearby building and exploded into flame, causing the mob to roar and cheer.

The customer in line was the only one watching, silent and staring. Neither the owner nor the woman and her son bothered to look up.

It was almost a daily occurrence. Citizens rising up in anger. Yelling, marching, and destroying. This one appeared to be a crowd of city workers furious over labor conditions. The night before was in downtown New York.

His thoughts were interrupted by a chime when the outside door was suddenly pushed open, followed by a brief blast of frigid air. And with it, a young man with wide brown eyes staring through two large holes in his ski mask.

Behind the counter, the owner glanced up momentarily and then froze when a gun appeared in the hand of the teenager, who briskly scanned the store for anyone else, but found only the three in front of him.

Noting the look on the owner’s face, the woman turned and gasped, clumsily stumbling backward in an effort to shield her son. The thug’s eyes narrowed and focused past her.

Mere seconds had passed when behind the thug a bottle was retrieved from its carton and smashed down over the hand gripping the gun, breaking the bone in an audible crack.

The masked teenager screamed and dropped the gun. In a panic, he scrambled backward and lost his balance, falling to the floor. The eyes behind the mask were wild and changed their focus from searching for the gun to searching for an exit. Whirling around to find the glass doors behind him, the teenager immediately pushed forward and lunged outside, on one good hand and both knees.

Over the icy concrete, he struggled to his feet and bolted clumsily for the waiting car. Flinging its door open, he jumped in, screaming.

Inside, the cashier retrieved a revolver from a shelf below the counter, then, after watching the car rocket from the parking lot, turned to his male customer with a stunned expression. The man was still holding the bottle in his hand, while the woman at the counter stood immobile, still clutching her son behind her.

Without a word, the man placed the beer bottle back into the cardboard holder and glanced at the gun on the floor. Bending over, he picked it up, then stepped past the trembling woman to place both items on the counter and retrieve his wallet.

He held out a bill to find the owner staring at him incredulously, before simply shaking his head and motioning for him to take the item.

The customer nodded in appreciation and picked the carton back up, leaving the gun on the counter. Without comment, he turned and pushed through the glass doors, back into the snowy night air.

 

 

The first bottle was empty by the time he reached the stop. With crunching snow beneath every step, he slid it back into the carton and opened another.

Upon reaching the idling bus, he gently tapped the base of his second bottle against the vehicle’s tall glass door, which was promptly opened from the inside.

The driver frowned from his seat. “No open containers.”

The man, sporting a heavy two-day shadow, stared at the driver and nodded. He scanned the area surrounding the tiny station and found a trash can. He approached it, finished the second beer, and discarded both empty bottles.

He returned and looked to the driver for approval, and the driver motioned him up the steps.

The last to reboard were the mother and son, the woman staring in silence as they retook their seats.

The man looked out his window, into the darkness at the shadowed outlines of their surroundings. One of the houses on the far side of the street was still illuminated by what looked to be a living room window. The rest of the buildings lay dark and appeared as muted shapes obscured beyond the increasingly dense snowfall.

He paid little attention. His thoughts were elsewhere. On his destination . . . when he was interrupted in his seat.

It was the woman. The mother. Of the boy, who was perhaps seven or eight and peering cautiously at them over his seat’s headrest.

The woman was standing over him, appearing flustered. Unsure of what to say.

“I just,” she stammered, “wanted to say thank you.”

The man’s expression was wholly unconcerned, but he nodded receptively while the driver put the bus into gear and slowly accelerated.

“No problem.”

 

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