Glitches In The System Novels & Stories

The chaos is still there. But I’m not slipping. I’m not fading. The system saved me. Again. At a price. There’s always a price.

Nothing but a wreck. Our wedding photo hung on the wall of the bedroom, a smile radiating with happiness on my face, while his eyes held none of the disdain and disgust that he did now. Since when did things become this way? Burning with hatred and frustration, I stood up slowly and glared at the wedding photo, before throwing the glass of water in my hand at it. The glass shattered, along with any lingering hopes of being together with John for the rest of my life. "How long until I go back, System?"

Deer frozen mid-leap flickered in and out of time. Ash was trying to contain him. But it was too late. The neural grid couldn’t process him anymore. The system designed to monitor him was now rebuilding itself around his presence—desperately trying to calculate the impossible. > ERROR PROTOCOL BREACH R-113 UNSTABLE INITIATING MIRROR PROTOCOL Back with the team, the air snapped like a live wire. The trees around them moved—not swayed, but pivoted, glitching like corrupted geometry. And from the center of that storm, something stepped out.

] "I do have some vague idea, especially now that the game you built seems to be acting up quite weirdly these past few weeks." I said, referring to the sudden removal of my seal. Something I have no idea how it happened until now. [Yeah, it confirms one of my theories about you and your existence.] "So it's true that their successful infiltration pretty much has something to do with the glitches that occured in the system…"

“It’s evolving.” For a brief moment, something lighter passed between them — an unspoken acknowledgment that despite everything, they were in this together now. Fully. No hesitation. No distance. Then — The system flickered again. Harder this time. Both of them snapped back to attention. “That’s not normal,” Aria said. “No,” Lucien agreed, his voice tightening slightly. “It’s not.” The screens glitched — just for a second. But it was enough. Enough to feel wrong. Enough to feel intentional. Lucien’s fingers moved rapidly, pulling up deeper diagnostics. And then — He stopped. Just for a second. Aria saw it.

Instantly, nearby conversations stopped The world tilted. Voices blurred. Lights stretched into streaks above her head as pressure clawed behind her eyes hard enough to make her knees buckle. Suddenly— The system screen glitched violently before her eyes. [WARNING.] [HOST IS CAUSING MAJOR STORY DISRUPTION.] [Penalty Initiated.] Elena nearly cursed out loud. What kind of insane system punished people for surviving? Another wave of pain hit. Her knees weakened slightly. Then she heard his voice. Cold. Dry. Almost tired.

And so he ran a Problem-oriented action which read each second of operation from the very millisecond the operation started that day to the second it was interrupted. His computer beeped. The search was complete. There was one distortion. And a source was attached to it. Since the time he built this system, there had been no error or lag of any kind that was internal. Only external glitches were caused by the insufficient amount of memory and or the processor capacity. Never had it been a Program Body Crack – as he called it. But now, there was. And so he clicked on his tracer to reveal the source of the glitch. LOCATION FOUND.

“We vote now. All in favor of letting Glitch move forward with the registration, hands up.” One by one, the hands rise. Knox. Glitch. Echo. A few others. Then Growl, after a long moment of hesitation. Wrench hesitates last, but his hand finally lifts too. “All right,” Echo says, voice final. “It’s done. Glitch, you handle the system. Get Ghost flagged, quietly. Use a ghost protocol.” “I know what I’m doing,” Glitch replies, already pulling his tablet from his bag. Echo looks back at me. “You better pray this works, because if it doesn’t...”

"He spoke. He looked right at me and he spoke. I'm not leaving him in there while his brain is being used as a hard drive for the entire planet." "He didn't speak, Bianca. It was a glitch. A neural spasm." Marcus finally looked at her, his face pale under the flickering strobe of the emergency lights. "The system is processing trillions of data points. Every birth, every death, every wolf shifting in the Northern Hemisphere—it all goes through him. You saw a muscle twitch. That’s it."

Unknown numbers flashed insistently across my phone, but I didn't answer, knowing it was him trying to reach me. At 9 o'clock, the plane began its slow glide toward the runway. Just as I was about to switch off my phone, Bella's call came through. The moment I picked up, Aaron's voice, tense and urgent, came through the line: "Claire, where are you?!"