by Ramona Finn
The Norm
Ramona Finn
Contents
The Glitches Series
The Norm
Blurb
Mailing List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
End of The Norm
Thank you!
The Glitches Series
The Glitch
The Empties
The Norm
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
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The Glitches Series
Book Three
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The Glitches Series
Book Three
Ramona Finn
Blurb
Can a Glitch ever overcome her programming?
Escaping the AI’s clutches came with a heavy price, but Lib is about the find out the worst is yet to come. While Lib is desperately searching for answers in her mother’s former home, the abandoned Empties, an earthquake engineered by the AI drives her and her friends underground, forcing them to decide their course of action once and for all: keep hiding forever or face the AI head on. Lib knows remaining hidden means certain death, but convincing the Rogues to follow her may be an impossible task.
As the group takes shelter in a secret underground facility, Lib unwittingly discovers the birthplace of the AI. She hatches a plan to turn the system against itself, but it means asking Wolf and the Rogues to do the one thing they never would. Lib’s connection with Wolf feels unbreakable, but her plan will force him to sacrifice everything he’s ever known.
Breaking into the Norm is the easy part—now, Lib must face an enemy far worse than she could’ve anticipated. If she fails to overcome her programming and defeat the AI, it means the friends she’s come to see as family will never survive.
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Chapter One
“There hasn’t been a lot of activity from the Norm—do you think the AI is dead?” Skye glances at me from the broken window where she stands, facing the horizon. “Do you think…think Raj is dead?”
I can only shake my head. I just don’t know. In a way it’s funny…the more I learn the less I seem to know about anything.
We’ve come to the Empties looking for… something. I am still drawn to the Empties, to the deserted buildings of what was once a city. If I squint, I can almost see it as it must have once been with gleaming towers of metal and glass and wide paved paths and trees and people. Now it is dust and twisted chunks of metal and only a few places that still hold secrets—as this building might with its only half broken windows and bits of metal and furnishings.
Most of the buildings in the Empties are towering monoliths, aged and broken with few reminders of what they once held. Every now and then we find useful metal, or paper—I can read most of it, although I don’t know why. I have no memories of learning—but, then, the AI created me. I am not a Rogue—someone born outside the Norm. I am not a Glitch—a Tech from the Norm that went wrong. I am something else. And I am still coming to terms with that.
And was Conie—the AI—right? Am I the key to the survival of the human race?
Glancing around, I wonder why people left the Empties in a hurry. I think something happened—a flood along with other disasters. I have…not my memories but those of Dr. Constance Sig who created the AI. And then the AI created me, using some of Dr. Sig and something artificial. But I am more than that. Dr. Sig’s memories sometimes show up now and then as dreams, but I know how I am seeing what she once saw. Somehow the AI gave me some of those memories—but I wish I had more.
I know everyone fled to the domes built by Dr. Sig. But now only one domed area is left – the Norm – controlled by the AI. Is she dead? Did Raj’s virus damage her? Or only slow her down? His code wasn’t complete, so I don’t think it will stop the AI.
Standing up from the pile of scrap I have collected, I stretch my back and tell Skye, “Conie could be just repairing herself. I don’t think Raj’s virus took her down.”
Conie—I still give the AI a name. She is more like a person to me—she wears the face of Dr. Constance Sig, but she is my enemy. She once sent me out of the Norm to find the Glitches—to find the Rogues who lived with Glitches—so she could destroy them. When I failed her, she tried to kill me. But now she seems to think I am something special. I have become more than I was meant to be. And I want to use that if I can.
I don’t really know what I am—am I part human and part something else? Lifting my hand I stare at it. I can be hurt. I can bleed. But do I have biogear inside me? Am I really more like Conie than I want to be?
Skye moves and I look up at her. She walks back to my side and gives a tired smile, but it seems to me she seems almost relieved. She has always wanted to go back to the Norm, so of course she would not want to hear it is gone forever. She glances around us. “Sun’s coming up. We should head back to the tunnels.”
I nod. Daylight is not as dangerous as it once was—we have not seen drones or scabs from the Norm in days now. But I keep remembering how Conie said she would have the Norm ready to leave this world in four solar months. I don’t know how much time that is, but I keep feeling it is not long. And something keeps pulling me back to the Empties. Why do I feel as if the answer to stopping the AI is here? Is this another memory from Dr. Sig? Maybe it’s a memory the AI didn’t know I got from Dr. Sig?
We have gone higher than any other Rogue—or Glitch—has ever gone in the Empties, climbing up wobbling stairs and using ropes to pull us higher in the tallest building. Even so, the Norm is only a black lump on the horizon—a curve of dark dome.
The AI has not been sending drones or scabs to work on the dome, to make it ready for space. Is that because the work is done—or because Raj was able to help us and slow her down? I hope that Conie is still holding Raj, but I don’t know if that’s true.
There are too many questions. But one thing we do know—most of the platforms we once used to hack the Norm for water and other supplies are dead. That isn’t good. And it’s another reason to explore the Empties. We can scave
nge some food from the plants and animals we hunt—but where are we going to get more water?
I don’t have an answer to that. Yet.
After putting the scrap into my pouch, I follow Skye. The pouch bounces against my hip as I head down from the building after her. We leave the rope we used to get here in place—we may come back.
We pass through a few rooms on the way down to the wobbly stairs.
Up this high, we found a few chunks of metal the Rogues can use. Most of the ground level has been scavenged by the Rogues for as long as anyone remembers. We also found gear, but most of it is badly damaged. I no longer wear my biogear, but sometimes my skin itches for the connection and I think about making a new set. The biogear made me stronger, faster and I miss those abilities. But I fear now that it was making me too much like the AI. If I already have biogear inside me, I don’t need more gear turning me into another AI.
Part of me fears that’s what Raj may be now.
It wasn’t Raj that I saw the last time I was in the Norm—it was a program with Raj’s face. But I hang onto the hope that Raj is alive somewhere—maybe in stasis. Maybe because the AI fears his virus may work and so she sees a need for him.
My heart clenches and I rub at my chest. I promised to go back for Raj and I did—but I did not save him. How am I supposed to save everyone if I cannot even save a friend?
Heading across another room, I glance out dirty windows. Streaks of orange light flitter across the room, making me squint. The sun is coming up.
Reaching the ground again, we head for where we left the AT. It’s Rogue tradition to leave the four-wheel vehicles outside the Empties. I don’t know why. It would be faster to travel through the wide paved paths on an AT. On the other hand, going on foot means that every now and then you find something that was overlooked. I like it best when I find things I can read that tell me about the past—there are so few of those around.
Glancing around, for an instant I see the Empties as Dr. Sig must have once—bright and strong. The images flash and vanish and I stare again at twisted metal and dust and crumbling walls.
Wetness leaks from my eyes and I wipe at my cheeks.
Glancing back at me, Skye shifts the pouch on her shoulder and asks, “Do you think Mech…I mean the Rejects, do you think they’re okay?”
I shake my head. “If they can hide from the AI, they’ll be okay.”
Skye flips the bright tail of her hair over her shoulder. “We should go see them again. Didn’t you say we would? They’ll know if the AI is still active or damaged.”
I don’t want to go near the Norm—not right now. But Skye is right.
We reach the AT and Skye climbs into the driver’s seat. I swing a leg up and over behind her. I glance at the Empties, certain I am leaving something important behind. What did I miss?
Suddenly the metal towers sway, and the AT jumps underneath us as if Skye had started it, but I don’t hear a whine—I only hear a low rumbling and then crashes from the Empties. Looking at it, it’s as if everything is moving and shaking
Skye turns to me, her eyes huge. “What is it?”
The rumbling lasts only a few moments, and then stops. Glancing around, I see dust in the air. “It’s like the ground…moved.”
Standing up on the back of the AT, I stare at where I know the Norm is—it seems taller. I can see the top of the Norm now whereas before I couldn’t have seen it from this height. And suddenly I know what it was—the AI. She is testing to see if the Norm can be pulled away from this world. She is still with us—and she is going to destroy this world in order to protect the false world she runs.
Wetting her lips, Skye says, “We should get back to the new tunnels.”
I can only nod, but hear metal shrieking. I glance back at the Empties. One of the twisted metal towers that was leaning is slowly falling—and heading straight at us. I yell at Skye, “Go! Now.”
She gets the AT started. It hums to life. I stare at the huge structure falling toward us. All I hear is the tearing scream of metal, a shrill sound. The AT jerks forward, and Skye heads into the vast space of the Outside. But the building is still falling. Tapping on Skye’s shoulder, I wave for her to turn, curve away from the falling tower. It creaks, groans and slams into the ground behind us, sending a cloud of dirt into the air, leaving us choking.
Skye slows the AT so we can glance back. “Lot of metal we can scavenge now.”
There is. Twisted, smashed chunks of metal darken the land around the Empties. I cough. It seems to me the ground is still shaking—and then I remember one of my dreams about the tunnels where the Rogues live falling down. Would shaking earth do that?
Turning to Skye, I tell her, “We have to get back to the new tunnels—now.” But what I am really thinking is I have to get back to Wolf.
Chapter Two
The wind whips away the hum of the AT. Skye pushes it faster than is really safe—I don’t know if she’s as worried as I am or if my worry is pushing her. The AT jumps over the ground, wheels shaking up dust.
The Tracker Clan moved already to new tunnels. We’re supposed to leave the ATs hidden and away from the tunnels, but I urge Skye to head to one of the entrances. She shakes her head and takes us up onto a ridge overlooking the new tunnels.
For a moment I see only dust.
Survival means hiding, living beneath the surface in natural tunnels that sprawl beneath the hills, using underground hot springs if we can, and staying out of the overbearing sun—and away from the AI’s drones.
Shading my eyes against the rising sun, which already burns my skin, I glance around. The bad part about tunnels is that they can collapse. Are the new tunnels strong enough to have survived the ground shaking like it did in the Empties?
Everything seems still, and then dusty figures emerge from the ground.
Sand sifts off them, sliding off hair and skin and the leathers the Rogues wear. In front of me Skye lets out a breath and starts counting. I know what she’s doing—we have only twenty-six left in the Tracker Clan. We should see twenty-four come out of the tunnels. They stagger out and it is impossible to tell who is who—but I know Wolf is taller and bigger than any other Rogue. They’re all moving slow, coughing as if they swallowed dirt—or as if the dirt almost swallowed them.
My chest tightens. I squint to try and see better and wish I had biogear on.
Skye nudges the AT’s nose to one side. “We should go. Park this and help them.”
I nod. It seems to take too long to hide the AT. I want this done. I want to find Wolf. Skye’s hands are shaking, but she makes sure the AT is hidden under a dirt-colored cloth so if drones do fly overhead they won’t see it. I almost snap at her and tell her it doesn’t matter, but it does. We can’t risk losing the new tunnels—they are the last set of tunnels we have in this area. Biting on the side of my cheek, heart hammering, I try to remember we have to do what is right for the clan.
At last the AT is covered. Skye breaks into a jog, I run past her. I’m sweating and breathing hard and the sun beats down on my shoulders when I reach the others. Almost everyone is sitting in the shade of the rocks, trying to find some cover from the sun. I look for the faces I know best—Wolf, Crow, Bird, Dat, Alis, Pike, Croc. Trouble is I know every face in the Tracker Clan. But no one looks right with dirt streaking their faces.
No one speaks, but a few moan as if they’re hurt. Soft sobs reach my ears.
Shaking limbs, I glance around again. Where is Wolf?
Every face the wrong one. Too lean, too narrow, too round or square. Panic swells in my chest in a hard knot.
What if he didn’t get—?
I won’t let myself finish the thought. Wolf has to be fine. Has to be. Wolf is leader of the Tracker Clan. Wolf…Wolf saved me. He can’t be… but the knots inside tighten. I’ve lost Raj. I’ve lost others. Chandra and Marc. Lizard and Sidewinder. And so many others—most of them because of the AI. Nothing in this world has to be fine.
At last I see Cro
w’s tall, lanky form. He shakes the dirt from his hair, brushes it off the scar on his face. His shirt is torn and more dirt clings to the stubble on his. He seems made of dirt, but his gold and green eyes spark with anger.
I let out a breath, call his name and head over to him. “What happened?”
He reaches for me and pulls me against his chest. “You got out. You and Skye?” Good.” He hugs me tightly, but I pull back.
He seems reluctant but lets me slide from his arms. “When the shaking started, we didn’t think it’d be this bad.” He runs a hand through his thick hair. It’s dirty and disheveled. “Bird got the warning out. Said to run, get to the Outside.”
“Wolf?” The word slips out. Glancing around, I still don’t see him.
Crow shakes his head. “Don’t know. He’d be last out.”
My chest tightens. I clear my throat and slap Crow’s shoulder, sending up a cloud of dust. “You made it. That’s good. I have to find Wolf.”
Crow frowns and rubs the scar on his cheek. “I need to help Croc.”
He moves away, heading to where Croc is bending over a woman who is stretched out on the ground, moaning. I don’t know who it is, but I think it might be one of the council members—Elk maybe. I know it’s not Bird because there are no fluttering ribbons in this woman’s hair or on her clothing. Croc stands out because he’s older than almost everyone else, and sun glints off the skin on his head. The wind tugs at his dark, thinning hair. I have never seen him look so tired—or so worried. He moves from the woman to another Rogue, someone almost unrecognizable due to the dirt caked on the small body. But I think it must be Mouse. She’s cradling her arm, but at least she is sitting upright.