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byHeather Anastasiu

Paperback | August 7, 2012

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In the Community, there is no more pain or war. Implanted computer chips have wiped humanity clean of destructive emotions, and thoughts are replaced by a feed from the Link network.

When Zoe starts to malfunction (or "glitch"), she suddenly begins having her own thoughts, feelings, and identity. Any anomalies must be immediately reported and repaired, but Zoe has a secret so dark it will mean certain deactivation if she is caught: her glitches have given her uncontrollable telekinetic powers.

As Zoe struggles to control her abilities and stay hidden, she meets other glitchers including Max, who can disguise his appearance, and Adrien, who has visions of the future. Together, this growing band of glitchers must find a way to free themselves from the controlling hands of the Community before they're caught and deactivated, or worse.

In Heather Anastasiu's action-packed debut, Glitch begins an exciting new young adult trilogy.

HEATHER ANASTASIU grew up in Texas and now lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota with her husband and young son. She spends most days most days writing at a coffee shop or daydreaming about getting a new tattoo.
Title:GlitchFormat:PaperbackDimensions:336 pages, 8.26 × 5.49 × 0.9 inPublished:August 7, 2012Publisher:St. Martin's PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1250002990

ISBN - 13:9781250002990


Rated 1 out of 5 by from Glitch (Glitch #1) by Heather Anastasiu When reading a book, however horrible that book might be, I do try to find something even slightly redeemable, that could save the book from falling into my one-star abyss. Unfortunately, I truly found nothing likable or redeemable in this book. I'll be splitting my review of Glitch into four categories, and analyze each one. Those four categories are: the characters, the relationships, the writing, and the plot/world-building. Insta-love, love triangles, abusive boyfriends, oh my! This book had it all in terms of "romance.
Date published: 2017-10-15
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Glitch This book falls into every dystopian YA novel troupe. Love triangle, insta love, special snowflake main characters, and on and on. Don't waste your time or money on this book.
Date published: 2017-08-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from very interesting I don't usually enjoy these kinds of books, but this was a page turner from beginning to end
Date published: 2017-01-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Glitch I loved this book!!!!!! Full of unsuspecting twistes and new developments. I was entranced throughout the whole book.
Date published: 2015-04-28
Rated 2 out of 5 by from YA Debut fell flat I was pretty disappointed. The world-building and the “action” was pretty much non-existent, and the romance was extremely distracting. While the book had a few redeeming qualities, such as a strong and motivated protagonist and some interesting continuity, the story itself was often confusing in parts, and it featured both insta-love and a pseudo love triangle, two dreaded romantic elements that I personally can no longer tolerate. Zoe has an interesting point of view. She is discovering emotions for the first time and trying to figure out what they mean and why they are happening to her. While plugged into the “Link,” the software that controls the part of the brain that triggers emotion, she is supposed to be cold and unfeeling like the rest of the people living in the Community. However, when she was in the Link (she only experiences “glitches,” when she gets cut off from the Links, temporarily), she still had emotions. It wasn’t cut and dry like the author was trying to make is seem. It was supposed to be Link = no emotion, no Link = emotion. In the beginning, this was often confused. The world-building of the Community kind of fell flat as well. Zoe’s exterior environment outside her home and school is pretty much described as gray and lifeless. I wish it was given more thought and dimension. A couple of times tunnels were mentioned, but I couldn’t get a sense of the Community at all past that information. While she is first discovering emotions, Zoe runs into Adrien, who was born on the Surface and outside the Link. She forms a bond with him, but rather than exploring her growing feelings for him in a realistic manner, she jumps right into the YA-glorified insta-love. While I’m definitely not a fan of this kind of connection in books, in this case it was a method used to communicate to readers, “Look, she loves someone! She must be human!” However, Zoe can’t really know what love is after only a few weeks of on and off connection with the Link. She has a limited range of understanding of her emotions and what they mean, and to just thrust her into this highly-charged relationship with this guy she barely knows was an instant turn-off. Later on we are introduced to the dreaded love-triangle. Zoe’s love-triangle, especially with her relationship with Max, is uncomfortable and non-consenting to her and to the reader. Because she apparently doesn’t know what is appropriate when it comes to relationships, she allows Max’s behaviour to slide (like his constant need to touch her, kiss her, and pressure her to go farther). She knows she doesn’t like it, and she doesn’t agree with his opinion to stay hidden in the Community, but she still sticks with him because he’s the only other person in her life that understands her emotions and predicament (apparently). She chooses to ignore that emotion of uncomfortability while she’s been paying attention to all the other ones. The language in the novel was also really distracting. Curse-words were changed around: shunt, shunting (instead of the F-word), cracking-hell (instead of bloody?) and some others were used abundantly by Adrien, and sometimes by Zoe, and it threw me off. It seems to me that the author wanted a filthy-mouthed “Resistance” (and Adrien) without having to actually resort to using real swearing. Finally, there were parts of the novel where Zoe and Adrien said stuff that Zoe wasn’t supposed to have knowledge of because of memory erasing. This made me very confused because I thought I’d missed something, but reading through to the end and having that information revealed to made me realize that this was a continuity mistake. So while there were some interesting clues for the mystery surrounding the glitchers in the Community that was spread across the novel, there were also some holes as well. Zoe was an interesting character. I really wanted her the entire time to just slap Max across the face for acting like such an ass, so her situation did make me feel for her. She had to struggle through two boys to get to what her heart wanted, which I commend as well. Zoe is definitely the shining feature of this book. She’s not described as overly beautiful, she sticks up for the other glitchers in order to save them from the Community, and she wants the freedom she gained by glitching for her own brother, Markan, who is still being controlled by the link. There were two interesting twists that I didn’t see coming which I enjoyed, but they were overshadowed by the unnecessary and annoying romantic elements and the plot holes. Overall I read this book pretty quickly and didn’t have too much of a problem with it. Fans of insta-love, love-triangles, and inner-monologue instead of external action will enjoy this. However, I am not, so while this was a fairly quick read, I was relieved when I got through it. I’m still interested in Zoe’s future, but not invested enough to continue this series.
Date published: 2013-05-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Glitch by Heather Anastasiu Glitch is an intriguing introduction to what I hope will be a wonderful new series. It's an interesting look into a society where the government has decided the people are better off as unfeeling controllable drones than free-minded happy and social citizens. I really enjoyed exploring the ideas of feelings and emotions through Zoel's newly opened eyes as she "glitches" and loses contact with the Link that usually blocks the population from feeling and building close relationships with others. It's almost funny when she experiences some sort of emotion and has no idea what is happening to her, and the resulting actions that come from that experience. Emotion was exhausting. Life had been so much simpler without it. I have seen some complaints regarding the "love triangle" that occurs in Glitch, and as a self-proclaimed hater of the love triangle arc myself, I was surprised that this one barely bothered me. I guess it's because it is almost always clear which two belong together. Zoel, even with her steep emotional learning curve can feel that one of the boys just isn't right for her while the other clearly makes her react differently. There was something else I couldn't quite define--something that made me uneasy. We were a wrong fit, like unmatching puzzle pieces. I thought about everything that had happened since I'd met him, how I'd instinctual trusted him from the start, how his touch calmed me and made me feel safe, even in the most tense situations. The character of Maximin did bother me quite a bit though. I feel as though he could have been made the "wrong choice" in better ways than was actually used. He just came out way too creepy stalker and almost abusive and I physically shuddered any time I had to read an interaction between him and Zoel. I just didn't enjoy it at all. I found the world building very intriguing and the whole idea behind the society of great interest as well. It's one of those things, like with The Giver, where you can see some of the reasoning behind the choices that were made, but wonder if perhaps (well yes) the government took things too far...especially when it comes out that the government themselves don't follow their own rules! But then again, do they ever? As a Torontonian, I think the subway train scenes were always some of my favorite and made me feel at home. I wish ours were as orderly as The Community's though! The subway train had stopped with a hiss of brakes, exchanging passengers promptly ever quarter hour. I breathed in and looked around me. It was overcrowded as always, but subjects entered and exited the train in evenly spaced, perfect lines. Order first, order always. I wish! But overall Glitch is a highly enjoyable read that I recommend to anyone who enjoys dystopian tales. I look forward to the release of Override, book 2 in the series.
Date published: 2012-08-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good. When I first heard of this book I was SUPER excited for it. I mean I answered tons of Formspring questions about most anticipating read with Glitch as my answer. But when people started reviewing, eeks! I found out that tons of people hated the book. The book started out very 1984 like. I see the gray uniforms and other colour clothing etc. There are public announcements and other stuff that immediately made me think of 1984. I found that Glitch had a great start. I think the thing I loved the most about Glitch was the technologies. The system Glitch uses reminds me of Iron Man's suit or H+'s intercom. Oh for those that doesn't know H+, I really recommend you watching it. I shall provide you a link to the YouTube channel to watch the first six episodes. :) I liked the world building. The underground must have been some super awesome sci-fi epicness. I really wanted to see. And yes, I am a fan of subways (not the fast food restaurant) so I really wanted to live there minus the "mind control". In Glitch, the corporations took control and that really reminded me of Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake. Okay, the thing about dystopian novels is that the plot is always predictable. I really don't think many dystopian novels can surprise me. I like that is one reason I haven't read a lot of dystopian novels lately. Glitch like other dystopian novels is predictable. But the plot I think moves at a good pace. The way Zoel acts in the beginning trying to fake the control reminds me of Tris faking the mind control. Zoel changes her dialogue from normal to technical depending if she is Linked or not. The way the Linked people talked reminded me of Sheldon. Nerdy! I don't know how I feel about Zoel. Sometimes I love her sometimes I hate her. Comments such as "Fell in love?...Love makes you fall?" really makes me love her. Once again it reminds me of Castiel. The clueless creature that is just so adorable to watch/read. At times Zoel can get annoying. I will talk about Zoel along with all the others. I can't really separate her without talking about the others. Okay let's talk about Adrien. First thing, what is with the name Adrien or Adrian etc. I have seen so many characters called that. What is this rage for the name? Okay name let's really start talking about Adrien. First and foremost I have to get this out.The way Adrien said the codes just *swoon* I mean Robin? Is that you? Ok watch this video. Well start from 2:19, you will see what I mean. So here is the thing about Glitch. I mean I really actually didn't mind reading the connection between Adrien and Zoel. It is quite good that Adrien is teaching Zoel about emotions and feelings. It doesn't sound insta-love like (even though it totally is). I find it sweet. Maybe because I had been watching the relationship between Naruto and Sasuke develop that I have a weak spot for something like this but they way Adrien didn't want Zoel to forget him just aw! I like it! I like Zoel and Adrien together! I mean they are not my OTP but I really think they are cute together. Okay, but here is the thing. Love triangle. Stupid god damn love triangles! Really I didn't feel anything between Max and Zoel. Max is aggressive, selfish, shameful SOB. And here comes the part where I said Zoel can be annoying. So Zoel feels bad about rejecting Max, who I said is a SOB. I mean seriously! It really pisses me off. If you don't like a guy tell him to f off. That is one thing that I really dislike about Zoel. Get a grip Zoel! (But points for Heather for NOT writing two perfect male characters. Gosh I am so sick of the cliche love triangles!) On the other hand, I don't hate Zoel for the fact how she is not your "strong female lead." I am so sick of "strong" female leads that suppose to be strong but instead acts like weak girlies who need strong males to help. UGH. Piss. Me. Off. At least Zoel is described as a weak character. She is not the strongest girl but for some reason I like her more than "the supposedly strong character like the famous Katpiss" (Oh I Katniss fans want to throw me into the Game). I think a lot of readers don't like Zoel because she is afraid, confused, and she panics. She relies on Adrien because she feels lost. So what? Wouldn't you when you are in her shoes? Characters like Zoel to be is more likable and more realistic than characters like Katniss. I do dislike how Heather and most YA authors like to over describe how gorgeous the male characters are. Okay they are gorgeous! I don't need a whole two pages describe his eyelashes, hair, his eyes blah. Overall, I don't really see how people can hate this book so much. I mean it definitely didn't deliver on some parts but oh well people think differently right?
Date published: 2012-08-14
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Definitely for fans of The Matrix In this future world everything has become cold, calculating and efficient. Everyone is implanted with computer chips that suppress emotions, colour and freedom. Everyone has a role in the Community, and the calming feed from the Link ensures compliance. But the teenage mind is a fickle one, for any parent or now young adult, we all know it was a trying time. It was when we tried to figure out our place in the world and pushed the boundaries, so imagine how difficult it is for a teenager whose life is completely controlled - but the inevitable glitches that come with technology throws our character Zoe into a whole new exciting world. The cover perfectly suites this book with the mechanical but bold text and the iconic port on the base of the neck for all the hardware upgrades of which we get to experience first hand throughout the book. We're immediately introduced to the main character Zoe, she's glitching and during her glitching moments she's fighting between panicking that she might get caught by the authorities and enjoying the sensations that come with life. Anastasiu gives Zoe a very clipped voice which works extremely well with the impassiveness that is expected of them, but she also manages to differentiate the voice with a different tone that shows a more immature and childlike Zoe while glitching. Zoe really is mentally immature with all the emotional suppressing that they go through, so when she glitches she begins asking questions and learning parts of the world that we all take for granted like love, hate and fresh air. A good portion of the book is dedicated to watching Zoe grow and form relationships. While she might not be the strongest character ever, she does have a strong moral compass that is incredibly admirable. There's a bit of an attempt at a love triangle here between the two main boys Adrian and Max. Adrian always has the best intentions at heart, and he knows what's at stake if they're caught as glitchers in the Community. He's a careful planner, which is made easier by his additional ability of precognition. His and Zoe's relationship starts out pretty unconventionally and really has to pass the test of time. It forms pretty quickly - pretty much after they meet (I'm going to blame this on Zoe's tightly curbed hormones that are now raging uncontrollably), and while I was on the fence about their relationship I found myself really rooting for them at the end. Max on the other hand has been a constant in Zoe's life so when all their secrets come out and he confesses that he wants to be with Zoe it leaves her very confused. Where Adrian was just plain sweet, Max definitely had a darker side to him that was ruled by anger and passion. There were times where I was genuinely afraid and disturbed by him and his actions. The writing style is very methodical, it keeps with the theme of control. But it also made it hard for me to keep interested in between the glitches where a less formal writing style was used. While there was some world building in the beginning - eventually I just felt like I was staring a boring concrete walls and that's all there was to this world. But the bits of high tech gadgets did brighten the world here and there. The middle of the story seemed to lull a bit, but the end was well worth the wait. Anastasiu takes the reader on a surprise and twist filled ending that had me questioning at each turn who was with and against Zoe and a greater conspiracy is revealed that I totally didn't see coming. The ending definitely leaves me interested in how this story is going to proceed in the future. This whole book really reminded me of The Matrix in the way that people are slaves serving Uppers, and having their lives controlled by a machine, even the whole Oracle dictated life and romance plot point is present. Then with all the different powers that these glitchers seemed to harness it was very much like X-Men, at one point I was drawing parallels between Zoe and Jean Grey's telekinetic prowess. I don't think this story is going to speak to everyone, but it definitely is a great read for fans of sci fi.
Date published: 2012-08-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Sci Fi-Dystopia!! I really wasn't sure what to expect going into Glitch. I'd heard good things and bad things about it, it sounded like something I would enjoy from the synopsis. What I wasn't expecting was that I would love it so much! I picked up this book the other night and sat there and read half of it. Even though I knew I had to go to bed since I worked the next day. I couldn't help it and eventually had to force myself to put it down. I really enjoy the writing style of Heather Anastasiu and am looking forward to reading more from her. This book is fairly past paced and is exciting and nerve wrecking at the same time. I was always worried for Zoe and her friends and that they would get caught. Basically, this is another dystopia (what else can you really expect from me??) and it was just a little bit more shocking to me than other ones because people can't even think for themselves. They have been implanted with V-chips, a chip that connects them to the Link network and keeps them completely emotionless. There is no anger, jealousy, sadness. But there is also no happiness or pleasure. People are basically walking drones who go about their assigned duties with no questions asked. Maybe there are other similar dystopias out there, but none that I've read yet. Then, as Zoe discovers, some of the younger generations are glitching, their bodies have evolved to fight the V-chip, resulting in powers of "gifts". After being exposed to emotions, Zoe has to hide her feelings until she can escape, if she's caught she could be "deactivated" (killed). I really like Zoel (Zoe) as a character. She's a bit naive, but she's never had emotions before, so it's completely understandable. She never even had choices. So after a taste of what's out there, it's no wonder she doesn't want to give it up. She finds relief inf finding another "glitcher" in Max, one of her schoolmates. She's not alone anymore. Then there is Adrien, the boy who gives her hope that she might be able to escape and help others become free of the link. So there is a bit of a love triangle, but it kind of works for this book. Since Zoe is so new to emotions, it's pretty easy for her to be manipulated. I like Adrien because he seems more sincere in his feelings for Zoe. He really cares for her, even if she can't remember at first how she felt about him. Max just creeps me out and I had a bad feeling about him the whole time. All he seemed to want was "pleasures", and was extremely jealous and controlling and possessive of Zoe. But he was Zoe's first friend, so she is easily manipulated by him. All in all, Glitch is an excellent read. It's a really great debut novel and I'm definitely looking forward to more of the story. I loved it, so I'm definitely recommending this one to you!
Date published: 2012-08-12

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Chapter 1  I FELT IT COMING THIS TIME. I shoved my drawings into the hidden slit I’d made in the back of my mattress, then grabbed the metal bed frame to steady myself as my brain suddenly jolted back into connection with the Link.The retina display flickered into view and scrolled a chatter of data at the edges of my field of vision. Auditory inputs clicked back online too, a slight hum in the background. One by one, each of my senses dimmed, replacing my connection to the physical world with the connection to the Link. In a blink, the small bit of color in my room seeped away to a monotone gray. I inhaled deeply and tried to hold on to the smell of my small concrete quarters—antiseptic and dust—but they, too, were lost by my next breath.Panic gripped my chest as I drowned in the Link’s rising tide, but I concealed it behind my perfectly still mask. I was lucky it happened while I was alone here in my quarters, where I was safe. I could use the practice. I focused, carefully relaxing each of my facial muscles into perfect, expressionless stillness, betraying nothing of the turmoil inside.I’d glitched for a little over an hour. Precious silence in my head. Sometimes I could fight the creeping dullness of the Link, but I didn’t have any time to waste this morning. The glitching woke me an hour before my internal Link alarm, but if I didn’t get moving, I’d be late.Still, I allowed myself to pause at the door to my quarters and smile defiantly for one last, fleeting moment before the Link made me forget what smiling was. I reached back to make sure my hair was secure, and my fingers brushed against the input port at the base of my neck. My smile dimmed. It was the same port we all had implanted at birth: slim, less than half an inch long, and only millimeters wide. I knew from looking at other people’s ports that thin subcutaneous wires with tiny lighted microfilaments swirled out in rectangular patterns on both sides, glowing visibly through the skin. The port connected straight into the V-chip at the base of the brain, enabling the Link connection.I ran my fingers over the port, tracing the ridges nervously. What if there was something different about it? There was no way for me to get a good look at it, since we had no need of mirrors in the Community. Maybe the light filaments surrounding my neck port had stopped glowing, or changed color, or the port itself was noticeably damaged somehow. Something had to explain why I was different, why the glitches were happening to me. I hurriedly tugged on my long loose curls, arranging them carefully down the back of my neck and over the port, just in case.I opened my door mechanically and walked five paces down the hallway to the largest room in our unit. The retina display readouts bounced at the edges of my vision, unnecessarily showing the schematics for the room: ten-by-ten-foot area, concrete walls, a simple table and four chairs, room enough to prepare food, eat, and at night pull down the wall equipment to exercise. A healthy body means a healthy Community. The phrase from the Community Creed sounded over the Link and seemed to ping around my skull.Father was in the room, his back to me as he prepared breakfast. I lifted a hand to tuck a loose wisp of black hair behind my ear. Orderly.“Greetings, Father.”“Greetings, Zoel. Materials Allotment duty this morning, correct?” He didn’t look up from the protein patties he was taking out of the thermal unit. He dished the patties and equal portions of hard bread onto four white plates.“Correct, Father.” I picked up the plates and set them equidistant on our tiny square table, perfectly aligned in front of the four chairs. Markan, my sibling, was already sitting down, staring blankly at the wall, no doubt zoning out to the video and audio feed of the Link News playing in the million silent theaters of everyone’s heads.I glanced cautiously at him. He was thirteen, four years younger than me. He’d already set out silverware and napkins folded into neat, orderly triangles. Order first, order always. I studied his face, looking for a trace of the smile I’d been secretly drawing in my room this morning. We didn’t look alike, but I could see bits and pieces of our parents’ features in his face, features carefully selected and manufactured at the laboratory from the blend of perfect gene partners. He favored our father, with a wide nose and thin lips, but his round cheeks betrayed his youth.His expression was blank. Detached. No trace of a smile or any emotion. Watching him felt like looking at an empty room—the walls and furniture were all perfectly in place, but it had no life.Did I look like that when I was lost in the Link? The question was my own, a wisp of smoke snaking through the foggy cloud of the Link. After glitching, reconnecting with the Link was like a sliding door closing over my mind, severing my connection to my own thoughts. But if I focused intensely on a few specific details, it was possible to let just a sliver of myself slip through the crack. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t, but with enough practice I planned to eventually find a balance between myself and the Link. With that tiny inch of control, maybe one day I’d be able to control when I glitched. I could keep the glitches to myself, safe from witnesses. Safe from possible deactivation. This morning was my most successful practice yet. It had been ten minutes since I’d stopped glitching, and I could still hear the occasional whisper of my passing thoughts amid the constant din of the Link News.My gaze settled back on my brother. My emotions were still almost completely dulled by the Link now, but I felt my stomach twist ever so slightly as I watched him. It was a strange mixture of feelings I couldn’t sort out—sadness and pain and happiness all at the same time, blinking into sharp focus one moment and then slipping away into Link numbness the next.The feelings had started only after I started glitching. The word sibling had begun to feel like more than just a word. I imagined looking at Markan and taking his hand, protecting him from harm. It was impossible, I knew. Just one more of the many things I couldn’t change. But deep inside I clung to the hope that one day I might see his face light up with the same warmth, the same life, that I had drawn on his face this morning.*   *   *Market Corridor. The hub of our underground city. The subway train had stopped with a hiss of brakes, exchanging passengers promptly every quarter hour. I breathed in and looked around me. It was overcrowded as always, but subjects entered and exited the train in evenly spaced, perfect lines. Order first, order always. Light green schematics and readouts laced the edges of my vision, analyzing measurements and quantities. I exited the subway, turned eighty degrees, and moved twenty paces toward the Bread Supplement Dispensary line.The Corridor was an expansive tunnel with high, rounded gray ceilings that echoed with the methodical sound of shoes on pavement and the high trills of machinery. There was a muffled hum as subjects carried on short, efficient conversations and waved their wrists over ID scanners. Dispensaries lined both sides of the Corridor, providing everything a healthy subject could ever need—clothing, toiletries, protein supplements, hard bread, beans, rice, occasional allotments of fresh fruits and vegetables.I’d let myself fade to gray for the ride here. Individual thoughts had grown hazy around the edges. Unique sights and smells were overcome by a block of unisensory experience. The sliding door of the Link had closed completely. It always did, eventually.I proceeded to the stack of lightweight collapsible carts and unfolded one, catching a glimpse of dull blue out of the corner of my eye. Several Regulators were stationed against the far wall of the platform. Their hulking forms kept silent watch wherever large numbers of subjects congregated, impossible to miss with their blue coveralls and intimidating bionic additions. For all regular subjects the inserted hardware was discreet, but the Regulators had large, glinting metal plating over their necks and arms for protection. Protection from what, I couldn’t say.I’d never given the Regulators much thought before, but now whenever I glitched I found them terrifying. Maybe it’s because they were looking for anomalies, for things out of order. Things like me.I looked away, my face as blank as those surrounding me. The Regulators scanned the crowd, their heads turning in methodical, measured movements. Their eyes did not follow me when I passed by.Three rising tones sounded in my head, signaling the start of the Link News. For a few seconds, all subjects froze in place. People stopped midstep, the allotments workers paused with their arms outstretched, holding boxes of food and supplies. Total, hushed silence. The only movement was a fallen bean spinning at a man’s feet.Then, right after the three long tones ended, the movement began again as if it had never stopped. The Link News feed reeled out in mechanic monotone: Flu 216 vaccinations available next week in local Sector Six dispensary. Continuing water shortages in Sector Three. Chancellor Supreme of Sector Five visits to discuss trade agreements. Beware anomalies: an anomaly observed is an anomaly reported. Order first, order always.Anomalies. They were talking about me. Glitching meant something was broken inside me. I’d remembered seeing other subjects behave anomalously before. One time at the Academy a girl had started screaming uncontrollably, leaking water from her eyes. The Regulators spotted her and dragged her away and she came back the next week in complete working order. Better than new. If I reported myself, they would just fix the anomaly. I should report myself and get fixed. I needed to be fixed.But then again—another memory floated to the surface—there was the other boy, the one who’d been taken away several times for anomalous behavior. I could still see his face, see him screaming and running. The Regulators had chased him down, tackled him to the ground. They’d broken his nose and there was so much blood … The memory came with a jolt of fear, bursting temporarily through the solid Link barrier that kept my emotions silenced. I almost gasped, only barely managing to suppress it at the last moment. This had never happened before. Normally once the Link had taken complete control, I felt and thought nothing until I glitched again days or weeks later.Inside I flailed in panic, trying desperately to keep every muscle twitch, every shift of my eyes completely under control as the fear pulsed through me. I didn’t dare turn my head, but I looked around as discreetly as possible at the people near me in line. The small aluminum circle under the skin of my chest, my heart and vitals monitor, vibrated slightly in response to my increased heart rate.The subjects nearby hadn’t noticed the buzzing—they were too zoned out to the Link—but I knew that if I didn’t get my panic under control immediately, the monitor would start a loud beeping alarm, alerting the huge crowds of Market Corridor that I was anomalous, possibly defective. The Regulators I had passed moments before would drag me away. Would I be like the girl, and come back all fixed and never glitch again? Or would I be like the boy, and never come back at all? The questions only made the panic rise higher.The Link News had ended and another three rising tones sounded to initiate the Community Creed. I took a deep breath and mentally repeated along with it: The Community Link is peace. We are Humanity Sublime because we live in Community and favor above all else order, logic, and peace. Community first, Community always.I repeated the creed over and over again in my mind to lose myself in the soothing dullness of repetition. I blinked slowly and tried to slow my heartbeat to match. I’d practiced this. I could do this. My face remained still, though a bead of sweat started to slide down the side of my face.If I triggered the monitor, it would be recorded at Central Systems. Individual anomalies were not usually cause for an immediate removal, since heart-monitor alarms were more often caused by pain than malfunctioning hardware. Pain was one thing we were still able to feel, because it was necessary to safety; otherwise alloy workers would burn their fingers off by touching a hot kiln and not feeling it. But repeated malfunctions, or a single clearly anomalous event, would have any subject taken away. A malfunction in such a public arena, where I was clearly not in pain, would definitely count as a single clearly anomalous event.I repeated the mantra over and over, holding my breath and focusing on relaxing my facial muscles as carefully as I could without drawing attention. It seemed to take hours, but eventually I felt the vibration of my heart monitor slow, and then go still. Fear was replaced by relief. I didn’t know how close I had gotten to setting off the alarm, and I didn’t want to know. The sudden small crack that had opened in my mind with the rush of fear began to close, slowly shutting off sensation and returning me to the safe embrace of the Link.“Subject,” said a voice gently behind me, “move forward.”I looked up. The line had moved ahead but I’d stayed still, focusing on the Community Creed. I hurried forward, giving a glance backward at the boy who had spoken.He seemed about my age, tall and lanky with skin the color of warm brown bread crust, but as the Link continued to dim my last slivers of sensation, it was his eyes that caught me with a jolt. They were a translucent aquamarine green and they looked vibrant and alive. Even with the mounting grayness of the Link, I could still see—see the uniqueness of the color flickering at the edges of his pupils. The next second, he looked away, gazing straight ahead like everyone else.I turned around and faced forward, alarmed by the strange flush that was creeping up my neck. I wondered if the boy behind me could see it. I wondered what it meant.I was hopeless at understanding and controlling all of these new emotions. I’d looked them up in the history text archive and was working slowly to build a catalog. Most of the history texts described how each dangerous emotion had led to the nuclear destruction of the Surface, the Old World. So far, some of the emotions hadn’t seemed as terrible as the texts described. Except maybe fear.Fear was the first feeling I recognized, and eventually I could differentiate fear and not-fear, good feelings from bad ones. I also started dreaming. Almost every night I dreamt of that boy who kept glitching—his screams, the look on his face, the way his body crumpled to the ground; he haunted my nights. Sometimes in the dreams, he was screaming my name. He never came back to the Academy. He was deactivated. It wasn’t meant to be scary, or a punishment. Subjects weren’t supposed to be able to feel fear or guilt. It was just a fact. When something was too broken to fix, or too defective to contribute to the Community, deactivation was the only logical solution.My six-month hardware checkup was coming up in two weeks and they would run diagnostics on all my hardware and check my memory chip. All of my training and practice was leading up to that moment, and I needed to be able to control myself and not glitch during a diagnostic exam. Part of me knew they would most likely discover my malfunctions anyway. It was only a matter of time before they scanned my memory chip and found the evidence of my glitching, the drawings, and the … other thing, the secret that was far too big, far too terrible, to hide.“Greetings,” said the man behind the Bread Dispensary counter. I looked up, realizing I’d reached the front of the line.“Greetings,” I said. “Bimonthly allotment.”He nodded, pulling a box from the top of the stack behind him. He gestured at the small instrument at the side of the window. I lifted my hand and waved my wrist in front of it, hearing the small beep that meant I’d registered and the allotment would be subtracted from my family’s account in Central Records. I slid the three boxes over the counter and stacked them neatly in my cart.I moved away, careful to keep my face blank. Later, when I glitched again, I would remember the paper they wrapped around the bread. It was perfect for drawing. Three boxes of bread meant twelve pages. It was too risky drawing on my digi-tablet—every mark I made would be stored in memory. But the paper could be hidden. Paper could be secret. Like the stack tucked away in my mattress.I pulled my cart behind me and headed over to the next line, the Protein Dispensary. I gazed at the rich dark brown of the protein patties. Color. The first time I’d glitched was at the Academy when I noticed another student’s bright orange-red hair. I’d frozen in place as the shocking color first broke through the interminable gray, bobbing brightly through the crowd of gray heads marching down the corridor. It had only lasted for a moment, thirty seconds at most, but it stirred something in me. Something new.Then the glitches started happening more often and lasting longer. I’d notice the deep green of a spinach leaf, the smooth browns and creams of people’s differing skin tones, hair, eyes … I inadvertently glanced backward in the direction I’d last seen the green-eyed boy, but he was gone. That was a completely new color to add to my short list.Emotions were the next thing that came with the glitches, and they still made no sense to me. Like how, after an especially bad nightmare, I’d walk through the darkened housing unit and slide my brother’s door open gently and watch him sleep, his face relaxed, his arm slung over his head. Watching him made this stinging sensation come from behind my eyes and my chest would tighten until I could barely breathe. It wasn’t happiness and it wasn’t sadness. I still didn’t know what to call it. It made me feel like I needed to make sure he was safe.But safe from what? The Community was the safest place that ever existed. The only danger in this world was me. The guilt of glitching was like a shadow, following me everywhere.I stepped forward in line as the subject ahead of me moved. The barbaric Old World was once full of people like me. There was a whole race of humanity full of all the emotions and desires that I felt, people who almost destroyed the Earth with greed and anger and hate and indifference. They warred until the clouds rained toxic ash, the chemicals making people’s eyes boil in their sockets and their skin peel off like cooked potato skins. So much toxic material that we could never go back to the surface. Our history texts showed detailed pictures of the process, a detailed reminder of the horrors of the Old World.Those who had foreseen had begun the tunneling down, the orderly planning of humanity’s future. Only a small percentage survived. We were a logical, orderly race—the descendants of survivors who had seen the worst of human emotion and destruction. We had learned the lessons of the past and finally scrubbed out the animal in man. We protected ourselves, blotted out the things that made us dangerous, and rebuilt. The First Chancellor called us Humanity Sublime. We lived by order and logic alone. We lived in Community.And here I was, a traitor tucked secretly within the safe walls of the Community. A single person cultivating the same emotions that destroyed the Surface forever. I was like a ticking bomb, and it was just a matter of time before the evilness of human emotion took control. How much would I destroy before they caught and stopped me? I should go report myself.Right now.Right this instant.I looked around. The Regulators were only ten paces away, rotating slowly and efficiently as they patrolled the crowds in their thick metal boots. Just a few words and I’d be free of all the secrets and lies.It would be easy. It was the right thing to do. I’d be free from these weighty secrets. I could become a functioning member of the Community again.My hands dropped from the cart handle. My legs took a few steps toward the closest Regulator, mechanically, almost as if they had been waiting for this moment to finally arrive.But, wait. I couldn’t.There was a reason I didn’t want to. A very important reason. I blinked several times until I remembered. There was the thing—the one thing they couldn’t find out about, or else they would destroy me, deactivate me.But the Community always comes first.… I was an anomaly, a danger to the Community. I needed to be repaired. I turned again toward the Regulators, waiting to catch their attention and report myself. There was a murmur of dissent in the back of my mind, but it was too quiet compared to the strong clear stream of information flowing through the Link.A Regulator had reached the end of a dispensary line and was turning slowly back to head in my direction. In a few paces, his head would sweep in my direction. I would calmly catch his attention and report myself for diagnostics. Just a few paces more.But suddenly the quiet voice inside my mind was screaming. And then, like being underwater and then breaking to the surface, I was suddenly glitching.The retina display flickered and disappeared from view, and the sound echoing through my mind stopped, midstream, and I was left in silence. I could breathe again. I felt myself expand in the same moment, color and sound and sense flooding back in, overwhelming me with a rush of smells and sounds.Beside me, I heard a loud crash.I turned in surprise and saw that two full carts nearby had toppled over sideways, knocking into an aisle of stacked boxes. A stack tipped over, the boxes breaking open and spilling rice all over a nearby subject’s shoes. He looked down for a moment before moving out of the way dispassionately.No one else registered surprise. They weren’t capable of it. But I was, and I felt every inch of surprise and dread and terror. Emotions flooded in. It was all too fast and I couldn’t tell if I was masking one emotion before the next rose up.One thing was sure—I was malfunctioning way too much for such a public place. Someone was bound to notice and report me. I had to get out of here. Now. I didn’t care that I hadn’t gotten all of our allotments. I felt too frantic to stay crowded in this flood of gray-suited bodies, watching them placidly kneel down to clean up the spill while I was choking inside. I tightened my grip on my cart to hide the tremor of fear in my hands.The Regulator had made his way over to investigate the spill. He scanned the crowd, but most of the subjects had already moved away, stepping around the spilled rice and moving on to the next line. I cautiously followed suit, tugging my cart out of line and heading toward the subway. It was only then that I realized that I had glitched right as the carts were knocked over.Electromagnetic carts malfunctioned all the time. Not all the time but surely they did sometimes. I mean, there was no reason to think the spill had anything to do with me.The sleek black subway train arrived at the platform just as I pulled my cart close. I stepped on, glad for the distraction, and moved to an empty space along the far wall. The communication panel under the skin of my forearm lit up as I touched it, and I quickly messaged my parents that I wasn’t feeling well and hadn’t been able to pick up all the allotments. I knew it meant I would have to undergo a health screening when I got home, but I would explain that I’d simply forgotten to take my daily vitamins with me. I took my daily vitamins out of my pocket and tossed them discreetly into a waste dispenser.I envisioned the way the lie would fall so easily from my lips. I was getting better and better at it. It had been such a strange thing at first, to say the opposite of what was true. To defy and disobey clear orders in the Community Code, even by my silence. An anomaly observed is an anomaly reported.I swallowed hard, looking around me in the unusual silence, the Link absent from my mind. Everything was so much sharper without the Link fogging me—sights, sounds, smells. It was exhilarating and shocking and terrifying. I knew my emotions had grown too strong. They were dangerous to the Community. They were dangerous to me.But still, I wanted color. I wanted to soar with happiness even if it meant dealing with the weight of fear and guilt, too. I wanted to live. And that meant that I couldn’t give the glitching up. At least not yet. Just a little bit longer, I’d told myself each day in the beginning. Maybe I’d report myself tomorrow. But then each tomorrow had become another not today, and now after two months, I still hadn’t reported myself. As much as I might not like it, lies and secrets were my way of life now. Copyright © 2012 by Heather Anastasiu

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