Necrobox

When rage is stronger than death, not even death can stop you. Especially when a real battlefield unfolds before you in the insane electromagnetic rain—the one they wanted to keep secret, the one they got you for. What they didn't know was that they had dug a viral trap for themselves in that data crater.

They were too self-assured, their pomposity and arrogance erupting in geysers. On the perpetually frozen Atammik, they had hundreds of kilometres of network cables connecting tens of thousands of motherboards, packed as tightly together as the laws of thermodynamics would allow. I had no choice but to use their own weapons against them. Their shadow modules of the genetic strain, their quantum tunnelling nanoparticles, and their biotechnological brain nanosystems. Laura was worth it to me.

A standalone novel