Ten years ago, I started writing a cyberpunk/sci-fi thriller about a Biohacking cybercriminal named "Nero" who gets entangled with two beautiful Colombian twins while trying to save the world from the same comet that destroyed Atlantis 12,800 years ago.
I imagined there would one day be digital tools to bring this story to life, as vivid as it was in my own head. And here we are. 

Biohacker Review: Training emotional antifragility with EQPro

The eWM Classic mode is my favorite and closest to the original N-Back task, with the N-back box replaced with faces with a variety of expressions. The verbal data you need to store in your working memory is sprinkled with emotional phrases: hammer, door, hate, auto, rape, bird, circus, smile...

You have to purposefully ignore the emotional data and just record the audio and visual sequences in the RAM of your mind.

For the vain and discerning biohacker, the aspirational beautiful immortal, Collagen is an irreplaceable anti-aging agent. While it will make you look younger, the profundity of its effects, demonstrated in over 400 clinical trials, is so much more than skin deep.

Listen to almost any health podcast and you'll hear the health-conscious raving about Collagen. It's very popular; it's called a "health craze" - here, we'll look at the science and evidence for Collagen and see if it lives up to the hype.

The 33 trillion cells of his body and his 20,000 genes screamed at him to say something to her, yet her mere presence paralyzed him.

This was the third time she had looked at him in a confined commute together of only four floors.
Xavier Oren was nervous. It had been a while since he had been alone and physically this close to a woman actually wearing a skirt, especially a woman like this. She had strikingly exotic features: long jet-black hair, piercingly full green eyes, sensual red lips, aristocratic high cheekbones, clear creamy Mediterranean skin the color of coffee with a lot of milk added, and her hips had an alluring width to them. She was dressed stylishly, with an expensive-looking white leather purse. Her curvaceous form beckoned from the delicate fabric of her daring black top, and the green-striped skirt did more than hint at her shapely legs. In the four mirrored walls of the elevator, her reflection receded infinitely away from his.
On top of the anxiety, he was irritated that he couldn’t access the Internet via his embedded ocular cyber-optic uplink lens (“Link” for short) to escape her gaze, his own reflection, and this awkward moment.

Dear Reader, you may think me some species of coward for not suavely striking up a conversation with such a desirable fellow vertical traveler, but would you transform into Casanova in such a moment, pushing 200 heartbeats per minute? Doubt it! What would I even say to her? Something like, “Hello, nice weather today…” No, that’s a boring conversation topic! Should I ask her if she works in the building? She certainly doesn’t look like she does. Besides, it’s creepy to ask a stranger in an elevator where they work…

Her eyes almost met his again as he looked at the elevator buttons, and he nervously glanced toward the corner of the elevator to avoid eye contact. Only a few more floors to go to the Support offices, he thought silently to himself.
She looked like she was in a hurry, tapping her foot on the floor as they finally arrived at Xavier’s floor, the Support offices. She walked out of the elevator first, seemingly intentionally passing closely by Xavier, and he caught her rare scent. He felt something profound change deep within his body. Close up; he could see just how vibrant her skin was and how the curvature of her dainty naked shoulders flowed perfectly into the voluptuous contours of her ample breasts. His head spun for a moment.

Intoxicating! But maybe she’s a hooker? How anachronistic of her! Or could she be an OnlyFanz “model?” I haven’t seen a real one of those in a long while…

My new novel Hourglass - about biohacking, seduction, and philosophy - bears the subtitle "Not For Sex Addicts." Did I subtitle it so just to be provocative and elicit your curiosity, click, and purchase?

Well, I wouldn’t be a good seducer if I weren’t somewhat guilty of that!

But the truth is, I genuinely don’t want men with zero sexual self-control reading it (for reasons obvious to you if you read it).

The subtitle is a selective invitation. A challenge to those with some degree of sexual sovereignty - a mirror held up to their own agency: their capacity to bend the trajectory of their lives through sharper, smarter sexual choices.

The subtitle is my subtle shot across the bow of Sexaholics Anonymous and the broader psychological sphere, which, I contend, disempowers many by giving them the label “Sex Addict.”