"Saved in Time" or how to cure the 'Human Condition'

My second novel, "Saved in Time", just got (self)published and my brain is a dishrag. After a grueling 12-hour marathon editing, finally it's done and I don't have to look at the damn thing ever again. It's another dangerous experiment, trying to figure out what might happen that could shock our species out of our millennia-long insanity, leading us toward self destruction. However, while the first novel I wrote ("House Arrest") projected our current reality into the near future in a way that could very easily happen, this time I was a lot more pessimistic: not a chance in hell, unless some sane aliens come to our rescue. I called it "a dangerous experiment" because I fully expect a Bell curve reaction from readers, ranging from approval to anger, depending on his or her political and ideological stand on issues I deal with. In either case, I had no choice in writing it, the ideas had been tormenting my mind for decades and finally they took over my brain and made me write it. I hope there will be a few who can appreciate at least the irony of this hybrid creation that my first reviewer called science fiction/political thriller. My fervent hope is that at least some of my readers will be thrilled.