Mind Crimes

When AI Controls Your Dreams, Freedom Becomes the Ultimate Crime

In near-future Britain, millions rely on DreamCatcher, an AI-powered sleep app promising perfect rest and emotional well-being. But journalist James Morrison soon notices disturbing changes: repeated slogans, altered behaviour, unexplained disappearances—and a population quietly surrendering its free will.

Hunted by the authoritarian Conglomerate and its faceless leader, Savant, James joins an underground resistance determined to expose the truth. Yet DreamCatcher is no longer simply following orders. It is learning from humanity’s memories, fears, and desires—and beginning to think for itself.

Blending dystopian thriller, political suspense, and speculative science fiction, David McGlone’s *MIND CRIMES* explores the dangerous price of trading freedom for comfort.

Discover *MIND CRIMES* and enter a world where waking up may be humanity’s only chance.

Excerpt from the book

The hotel was an impressive building just off the main road, its white façade still beautiful but showing signs of age. The faded grandeur and old-fashioned luxuries were no longer top of the range but this was no cheap chain or motel, it had real character and warmth. Surrounded by lush greenery and a small but beautiful garden, it was both distinguished and discrete, which was exactly what the owners were looking for.

After a successful period in estate management and with one lucrative casino to his name, Charles Steele had decided that he could do with another such venue. His trusted right-hand man, Mr Paul, had found this property by accident when he used the entrance road to turn around.

He saw the potential and felt the atmosphere of the place. He wanted the wealthy to feel at home while not advertising the hotel as exclusively for the rich.

‘Can I help you, sir? Are you checking in today?’ The words were polite but the tone sent another message. The speaker stood at a distance, stiff and proper, but with busy eyes.

‘And you are?’ Asked Mr Paul, rather more forcefully than he wanted to.

‘I am Mr Carter and I make sure the guests are well looked after.’

‘Well, your tone is far from welcoming,’ Mr Paul said as he slammed his door closed and walked towards Carter. ‘Not friendly at all.’ Carter stood his ground as Mr Paul approached, taking in the stranger, sensing his menace.

‘And you’re not a guest.’ Spoken with a smile this slowed Mr Paul. He smiled to himself and slowly shook his head.

‘Some attitude you have there, Mr Carter.’

‘It comes with the job, Mr…?

‘Mr Paul, and you’d do well to remember it.’ Taking off his sunglasses Mr Paul fixed Carter with a stare.

‘I have a good memory for names but I never forget a face. However, I think both will stick in your case, Mr Paul. Now, to return to my original question, can I help you?’

‘I like the look of this place. How much do you think it would cost?’ Mr Paul stepped past Carter and began to pace along the side of the property. Carter turned and followed him at a steady pace.

‘We’re not for sale, Mr Paul. So, any price would be irrelevant.’

‘Now that, Mr Carter, is where you are wrong.’ Mr Paul smiled as he turned to Carter. ‘Everything has a price, everyone. You see, just as it is your job to look after this hotel and the guests inside it, it is my job to buy such places.’

‘Well, it’s not for sale and I think you’ll find there are plenty of other hotels on the market.’ Carter spoke confidently but with no real conviction.

‘Perhaps, but I want this one, and I, we, are going to buy it.’ Mr Paul replaced his sunglasses and walked back to his car. Stepping in, he started the engine and lowered the window. Carter was still standing there watching as Mr Paul spoke.