I am pleased to publicize that my novel will grace bookshop shelves across the nation come the spring of 1916!
This novel of mine portrays the world to come; a blend of the electrosharp genre and certain post-eschaton conventions. In that world, while the technological arts have continued to advance at a staggering pace, the general social welfare has come to ruin. Between coal-smoke and the Kaiser's gas, much of the world has been rendered un-inhabitably cold. In the ashes of the old world, a new world was built by the great rail magnates and capitalists of venture, and the rule of coin has replaced the rule of law. Repeated union failures have led to an average work-week of 100 hours in duration. Amidst this morass, a new sort of criminal has arisen: the punch-card sharp, one who sneaks maliciously-constructed punchcards into industrial machinery for his own ends.
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What in the Lord's name do you mean "this premise is overdone"? The premise is so common because it is the clear future to which we are headed! The original electrosharp authors of the 1880s made a prediction - tenuous speculation at first - that has clearly come true in its entirety. Everyone knows the world will continue down its descent into industrial madness.
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To the devil with your "people need alternative visions that can give them something worth fighting for," that's just suffragette hogwash! I'm here to write fiction, not tell falsehoods! I refuse to seem the fool 50 years from now, like those dullards in the 1850s who predicted flying trains. By only promulgating the most pessimistic visions, it will be clear how very clever I am indeed.