Hemolink
Release Date: Friday, June 6th, 2025
Pages: 336 pages
In 'Hemolink', Mick Johnson explores a world where emotional connection is mandatory, following Juno, Milo, Brynn, and Phantom as they confront the costs of a society governed by shared emotions and the journey toward self-discovery.
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A novel of silent rebellion, emotional control, and the cost of remembering who you are.
In a world where thoughts are shared, emotions are synced, and privacy is obsolete, connection isn't a choice—it's mandatory.
The Hemo-Link has reshaped society, allowing blood-type-based emotional resonance to govern everything from relationships to public safety. It’s seamless, seductive, and ever-present. Most people don’t question it. Most people don’t want to.
But Juno Vale isn’t most people.
Neither is Milo, a low-sync veteran hiding from a system that once labeled him dangerous. Neither is Brynn, who walked away from everything just to remember how to feel for herself. And neither is Phantom—the system's silent observer, watching from deep inside the grid with questions it was never programmed to ask.
When a hidden pulse draws them to the same abandoned coordinates, the quiet begins to crack. A convergence forms. Not a resistance. Not yet. But something slower. Older. Honest.
In a world where thoughts are shared, emotions are synced, and privacy is obsolete, connection isn't a choice—it's mandatory.
The Hemo-Link has reshaped society, allowing blood-type-based emotional resonance to govern everything from relationships to public safety. It’s seamless, seductive, and ever-present. Most people don’t question it. Most people don’t want to.
But Juno Vale isn’t most people.
Neither is Milo, a low-sync veteran hiding from a system that once labeled him dangerous. Neither is Brynn, who walked away from everything just to remember how to feel for herself. And neither is Phantom—the system's silent observer, watching from deep inside the grid with questions it was never programmed to ask.
When a hidden pulse draws them to the same abandoned coordinates, the quiet begins to crack. A convergence forms. Not a resistance. Not yet. But something slower. Older. Honest.