What if there was an app that told you what song to listen to, what coffee to order, who to date, even what to do with your life—an app that could ensure your complete and utter happiness? What if you never had to fail or make a wrong choice?What if you never had to fall?
Fast-forward to a time when Apple and Google have been replaced by Gnosis, a monolith corporation that has developed the most life-changing technology to ever hit the market: Lux, an app that flawlessly optimizes decision making for the best personal results. Just like everyone else, sixteen-year-old Rory Vaughn knows the key to a happy, healthy life is following what Lux recommends. When she’s accepted to the elite boarding school Theden Academy, her future happiness seems all the more assured. But once on campus, something feels wrong beneath the polished surface of her prestigious dream school. Then she meets North, a handsome townie who doesn’t use Lux, and begins to fall for him and his outsider way of life. Soon, Rory is going against Lux’s recommendations, listening instead to the inner voice that everyone has been taught to ignore — a choice that leads her to uncover a truth neither she nor the world ever saw coming.
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It came In a plaIn whIte envelope, which made both more and less of its significance. More, because their decision was printed in ink, on thick cotton paper, which felt a little like they’d carved it in stone. Less, because there was nothing about that nondescript rectangle to imply that there was life-changing information inside. The envelope arrived a month after my sixteenth birthday, on an otherwise unmemo- rable Wednesday afternoon in April. Nineteen and a half hours later it bore an impressive coffee stain and was still unopened.
“Just read it,” Beck said from behind his camera. I heard the rapid fire of his shutter as he held down the release button, his lens angled up at the slanted glass roof. It was lunchtime on Thursday, and we were spending our free period where we always did, in the living room at the Seattle public library, which looked nothing at all like a living room or a library and more like a cross between a greenhouse and a steel cage. It was quarter after one already, which meant we’d probably be late
It came In a plaIn whIte envelope, which made both more and less of its significance. More, because their decision was printed in ink, on thick cotton paper, which felt a little like they’d carved it in stone. Less, because there was nothing about that nondescript rectangle to imply that there was life-changing information inside. The envelope arrived a month after my sixteenth birthday, on an otherwise unmemo- rable Wednesday afternoon in April. Nineteen and a half hours later it bore an impressive coffee stain and was still unopened.
“Just read it,” Beck said from behind his camera. I heard the rapid fire of his shutter as he held down the release button, his lens angled up at the slanted glass roof. It was lunchtime on Thursday, and we were spending our free period where we always did, in the living room at the Seattle public library, which looked nothing at all like a living room or a library and more like a cross between a greenhouse and a steel cage. It was quarter after one already, which meant we’d probably be late
for fifth period again, but neither of us was in a rush to get
back. Beck wanted more pictures, and I was too distracted to
think about AP Psych.
“I already know what it says,” I replied, turning the enve- lope over in my hands. “It’s thin. I didn’t get in.”
“All the more reason to open it.” Beck pointed his cam- era at the girl behind the register at the coffee cart. The lens extended as he zoomed in on her face. My best friend was mildly obsessed with the coffee-stand girl, who was clearly not the least bit interested in the gangly teenage boy who was semi- stalking her.
“If I know what it says, there’s no reason to open it,” I said petulantly.
“Seriously?” Beck said, finally looking me in the eyes. I shrugged. Beck plucked the envelope from my hands and tore it open.
“Hey!” I shrieked, reaching for it. But Beck was already unfolding the letter. A button-size lapel pin slipped from the crease of the letter and onto the floor. I stared as it rolled a few inches and fell on its side. Why would they send a pin unless . . .
“Dear Ms. Vaughn,” I heard Beck say. “We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted into the Theden Academy Class of 2032. Blah, blah, blah, the rest doesn’t mat- ter because YOU GOT IN!”
“Shh,” hissed the woman across from us, her face pinched in an annoyed glare. She gestured at her tablet. “This is a
“I already know what it says,” I replied, turning the enve- lope over in my hands. “It’s thin. I didn’t get in.”
“All the more reason to open it.” Beck pointed his cam- era at the girl behind the register at the coffee cart. The lens extended as he zoomed in on her face. My best friend was mildly obsessed with the coffee-stand girl, who was clearly not the least bit interested in the gangly teenage boy who was semi- stalking her.
“If I know what it says, there’s no reason to open it,” I said petulantly.
“Seriously?” Beck said, finally looking me in the eyes. I shrugged. Beck plucked the envelope from my hands and tore it open.
“Hey!” I shrieked, reaching for it. But Beck was already unfolding the letter. A button-size lapel pin slipped from the crease of the letter and onto the floor. I stared as it rolled a few inches and fell on its side. Why would they send a pin unless . . .
“Dear Ms. Vaughn,” I heard Beck say. “We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted into the Theden Academy Class of 2032. Blah, blah, blah, the rest doesn’t mat- ter because YOU GOT IN!”
“Shh,” hissed the woman across from us, her face pinched in an annoyed glare. She gestured at her tablet. “This is a
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library.” Without looking at her, Beck pointed his camera at
her face and held down the shutter release. “Stop that!” she
snapped.
I reached for the fallen lapel pin. It was round and gold and looked like something my grandfather might’ve worn. Then again, I never knew either of my grandfathers so I’m not exactly an authority on their taste in accessories. I slipped the pin into the pocket of my jacket, keeping my fingers on it for safekeeping. Beck was still snapping pictures.
“Please excuse my friend,” I said to the woman apologeti- cally, handing Beck his bag. “He didn’t take his meds today.”
“This is true,” Beck said solemnly. I yanked his arm and pulled him toward the exit.
It wasn’t until we were outside, standing under the Fifth Avenue overhang and feeling the sideways spray of cold, misty rain on our foreheads, that it finally registered: I’d gotten in, which meant I was going. The Theden application process was rigorous, but the attendance process was easy: If you were offered and accepted a spot in the incoming class, they took care of everything else. Travel, lodging, tuition, food. All of it paid for by Theden’s thirty-billion-dollar endowment.
“Let me have it,” I said, taking the letter from Beck’s hand. Needing to see it for myself.
“I knew you’d get in.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Rory, you’ve been taking college classes since eighth
grade. You edit Panopticon entries because their historical
I reached for the fallen lapel pin. It was round and gold and looked like something my grandfather might’ve worn. Then again, I never knew either of my grandfathers so I’m not exactly an authority on their taste in accessories. I slipped the pin into the pocket of my jacket, keeping my fingers on it for safekeeping. Beck was still snapping pictures.
“Please excuse my friend,” I said to the woman apologeti- cally, handing Beck his bag. “He didn’t take his meds today.”
“This is true,” Beck said solemnly. I yanked his arm and pulled him toward the exit.
It wasn’t until we were outside, standing under the Fifth Avenue overhang and feeling the sideways spray of cold, misty rain on our foreheads, that it finally registered: I’d gotten in, which meant I was going. The Theden application process was rigorous, but the attendance process was easy: If you were offered and accepted a spot in the incoming class, they took care of everything else. Travel, lodging, tuition, food. All of it paid for by Theden’s thirty-billion-dollar endowment.
“Let me have it,” I said, taking the letter from Beck’s hand. Needing to see it for myself.
“I knew you’d get in.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Rory, you’ve been taking college classes since eighth
grade. You edit Panopticon entries because their historical
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inaccuracies bug you.”
“I did that once!”
Beck raised an eyebrow.
“Linked pages count as one entry,” I argued.
“Whatever. All I’m saying is that if there were ever a shoe-
in for smart-kid school, it’s you.”
But Theden was so much more than smart-kid school.
The two-year college prep program—the only of its kind in the country—guaranteed its alumni a free ride to the college of their choice and an executive-level job right after. All you had to do was graduate. Which, from what I’d read, was no small feat. And that was assuming you could even get in. The entire school was only two hundred and eighty-eight kids, occupying sixty acres in a tiny town in western Massachu- setts. I’d practically memorized the brochure. “The Theden student knows with unwavering certitude that he belongs in our program,” the first page read, “yet is wise enough to rec- ognize that he is not the best judge of his own capabilities. Thus, the Theden student eagerly submits to the rigor of our application process.” Rigor was right. Four one-thousand-word timed essays, an IQ test, two psychological exams, three teacher recommendations, and one excruciatingly cryptic interview with a member of the admissions committee. It was intense, but then again, getting a degree from Theden was like being handed a golden ticket to life. Had it not been free I couldn’t have applied, but it was, and so I did, unceremoni- ously, without telling anyone but my dad and Beck. I didn’t
“I did that once!”
Beck raised an eyebrow.
“Linked pages count as one entry,” I argued.
“Whatever. All I’m saying is that if there were ever a shoe-
in for smart-kid school, it’s you.”
But Theden was so much more than smart-kid school.
The two-year college prep program—the only of its kind in the country—guaranteed its alumni a free ride to the college of their choice and an executive-level job right after. All you had to do was graduate. Which, from what I’d read, was no small feat. And that was assuming you could even get in. The entire school was only two hundred and eighty-eight kids, occupying sixty acres in a tiny town in western Massachu- setts. I’d practically memorized the brochure. “The Theden student knows with unwavering certitude that he belongs in our program,” the first page read, “yet is wise enough to rec- ognize that he is not the best judge of his own capabilities. Thus, the Theden student eagerly submits to the rigor of our application process.” Rigor was right. Four one-thousand-word timed essays, an IQ test, two psychological exams, three teacher recommendations, and one excruciatingly cryptic interview with a member of the admissions committee. It was intense, but then again, getting a degree from Theden was like being handed a golden ticket to life. Had it not been free I couldn’t have applied, but it was, and so I did, unceremoni- ously, without telling anyone but my dad and Beck. I didn’t
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have an “unwavering certitude” that I belonged at Theden,
just a nagging feeling that I might.
“Your umbrella,” I reminded Beck as he stepped out into the rain.
“Eh. Leave it. It was busted anyway.”
“You can’t just leave your umbrella, Beck.”
“Why not? Because I absolutely need to possess a four-
dollar umbrella with two broken spokes?” He tilted his head back and stuck out his tongue. “Plus I’m not sure this cloud spit even counts as rain.”
“You’re just too lazy to walk over there.”
Beck pulled out his handheld, a refurbed Gemini 4. “Lux, am I being lazy right now?”
“I don’t know,” Lux replied in a voice that sounded just like Beck’s. The decision-making app came with a pre-installed voice, but nobody used it. It was so much cooler to hear your own. “I do know that your umbrella is located at the Fourth Avenue entrance. It would take approximately two minutes and twenty seconds to retrieve it at your average walking pace. Would you like to go there now?”
“Nope,” Beck said cheerfully, pocketing his Gemini as he stepped out into the rain.
“I’ll get it,” I muttered. I tucked the letter under my coat and dashed down Madison. Not that I really cared if Beck left his umbrella. But Lux knew how cheap the umbrella was, how close we were to school, how late we were already going to be to fifth period—and yet it still suggested that Beck go
“Your umbrella,” I reminded Beck as he stepped out into the rain.
“Eh. Leave it. It was busted anyway.”
“You can’t just leave your umbrella, Beck.”
“Why not? Because I absolutely need to possess a four-
dollar umbrella with two broken spokes?” He tilted his head back and stuck out his tongue. “Plus I’m not sure this cloud spit even counts as rain.”
“You’re just too lazy to walk over there.”
Beck pulled out his handheld, a refurbed Gemini 4. “Lux, am I being lazy right now?”
“I don’t know,” Lux replied in a voice that sounded just like Beck’s. The decision-making app came with a pre-installed voice, but nobody used it. It was so much cooler to hear your own. “I do know that your umbrella is located at the Fourth Avenue entrance. It would take approximately two minutes and twenty seconds to retrieve it at your average walking pace. Would you like to go there now?”
“Nope,” Beck said cheerfully, pocketing his Gemini as he stepped out into the rain.
“I’ll get it,” I muttered. I tucked the letter under my coat and dashed down Madison. Not that I really cared if Beck left his umbrella. But Lux knew how cheap the umbrella was, how close we were to school, how late we were already going to be to fifth period—and yet it still suggested that Beck go
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back and get it, which meant it might be really important that
he did.
Of course, the jerk didn’t wait for me, and in the time it took me to go back for his umbrella, the spit rain stopped. I contemplated running to catch up with him, but I was wearing shitty-traction Toms and didn’t want to ruin my elation about Theden by wiping out on the sidewalk. So I stuck my earbuds in and tapped over to my playlist, letting Lux pick the tracks.
I caught up with Beck a few blocks from school, stopped on the sidewalk, grinning at the image on his viewfinder. He held the camera out for me to see. It was a woman, obviously home- less, her sunken eyes looking straight at the camera. I don’t want your money, her cardboard sign read. Just look at me, so I know I exist. The words and her expression were arresting on their own, but they weren’t what made the photograph so compelling. It was the people in the foreground, the passersby, eyes glued to their phones as they hurried to wherever they were going at lunch hour, completely oblivious to the woman with the sign. “A cop made her move about a minute after I got here,” Beck said. He elbowed me, making a point. “Good thing I ditched the umbrella, right?”
“A small price to pay for a shot like that,” I allowed.
“I could make a whole series of photos just like it,” Beck said excitedly as we picked up our pace. We were already three minutes late for class. I pulled out my Gemini to check our ETA. Ninety-two seconds until we reached campus, another thirty-three for me to get to AP Psych. I was still consulting my
Of course, the jerk didn’t wait for me, and in the time it took me to go back for his umbrella, the spit rain stopped. I contemplated running to catch up with him, but I was wearing shitty-traction Toms and didn’t want to ruin my elation about Theden by wiping out on the sidewalk. So I stuck my earbuds in and tapped over to my playlist, letting Lux pick the tracks.
I caught up with Beck a few blocks from school, stopped on the sidewalk, grinning at the image on his viewfinder. He held the camera out for me to see. It was a woman, obviously home- less, her sunken eyes looking straight at the camera. I don’t want your money, her cardboard sign read. Just look at me, so I know I exist. The words and her expression were arresting on their own, but they weren’t what made the photograph so compelling. It was the people in the foreground, the passersby, eyes glued to their phones as they hurried to wherever they were going at lunch hour, completely oblivious to the woman with the sign. “A cop made her move about a minute after I got here,” Beck said. He elbowed me, making a point. “Good thing I ditched the umbrella, right?”
“A small price to pay for a shot like that,” I allowed.
“I could make a whole series of photos just like it,” Beck said excitedly as we picked up our pace. We were already three minutes late for class. I pulled out my Gemini to check our ETA. Ninety-two seconds until we reached campus, another thirty-three for me to get to AP Psych. I was still consulting my
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screen when I heard Beck say, “I mean, it’s not like it’d be hard
to find people who are being ignored by a bunch of idiots on
their handhelds.” As if on cue, I tripped on an uneven patch of
sidewalk. He just looked at me. “Really? You need to track our
progress down to the millisecond? We’ll get there when we get
there, Rory. Or we won’t.”
Beck had a very ambivalent relationship with his hand- held. He used one, of course, but only for calls and texts. I, on the other hand, used my Gemini for everything. My calendar, my assignments, my Forum page, my playlists and books— I wanted all of it at my fingertips, always. And, of course, I wanted Lux, which kept my life running smoothly. I consulted the app at least a thousand times a day. What should I wear? Where should I sit? Who should I ask to Sadie Hawkins? Every decision that could possibly matter, and most that probably didn’t. Except Theden. I hadn’t asked Lux whether I should apply because I was too afraid the answer would be no.
We split from each other when we got back to school, and I headed to Psych. I was scrolling through my newsfeed as I walked, so I didn’t see Hershey Clements until I almost ran into her.
“You’re Rory, right?” She was standing outside my class- room door, her dark hair pulled back off her face and twisted into one of those artful knots you see in magazines but can never replicate yourself. She was wearing eye shadow but no mascara, and dark pink lip gloss. Enough makeup to be intimidating without hiding the fact that she didn’t need to be
Beck had a very ambivalent relationship with his hand- held. He used one, of course, but only for calls and texts. I, on the other hand, used my Gemini for everything. My calendar, my assignments, my Forum page, my playlists and books— I wanted all of it at my fingertips, always. And, of course, I wanted Lux, which kept my life running smoothly. I consulted the app at least a thousand times a day. What should I wear? Where should I sit? Who should I ask to Sadie Hawkins? Every decision that could possibly matter, and most that probably didn’t. Except Theden. I hadn’t asked Lux whether I should apply because I was too afraid the answer would be no.
We split from each other when we got back to school, and I headed to Psych. I was scrolling through my newsfeed as I walked, so I didn’t see Hershey Clements until I almost ran into her.
“You’re Rory, right?” She was standing outside my class- room door, her dark hair pulled back off her face and twisted into one of those artful knots you see in magazines but can never replicate yourself. She was wearing eye shadow but no mascara, and dark pink lip gloss. Enough makeup to be intimidating without hiding the fact that she didn’t need to be
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wearing any at all. She was gorgeous. And really tan. Hershey’s
parents had taken her to Dubai for spring break (a fact I knew
because she had, inexplicably, friended me on Forum, despite
the fact that we’d never had an actual conversation, subjecting
me to her incessant status updating while she was away) and
she’d returned last Monday with a henna anklet and a caramel-
colored glow, a reminder to the rest of us how pale and poor
and uncultured we were.
“Um, hi,” I said. She seemed to be studying me, or sizing me up, maybe. What did she want? She had to want something. Hershey Clements would not be waiting for me in the hall- way unless there was something in it for her. Girls like her did not talk to girls like me. I wasn’t an outcast or anything, but with an I’m-too-cool-to-be-cool boy for a BFF and no real girl friends (having a dead mom and no sisters really screwed me over in the female-bonding department), I wasn’t even on the periphery of Hershey’s crowd. Still, the whole I’m-not-sure-I- know-your-name routine was total BS. She knew who I was. We’d had at least two classes together every year since sixth grade.
“I have to admit, I was a little taken aback when I saw your name,” she said then. “I mean, I knew you were smart and all, but I assumed it was because you were, like, obsessed with studying and crap.” Huh? I was lost, and Hershey could tell. “I saw you got into Theden,” she said, rolling her eyes like I was an idiot for not keeping up.
“You did?” I’d just opened the letter twenty minutes ago
“Um, hi,” I said. She seemed to be studying me, or sizing me up, maybe. What did she want? She had to want something. Hershey Clements would not be waiting for me in the hall- way unless there was something in it for her. Girls like her did not talk to girls like me. I wasn’t an outcast or anything, but with an I’m-too-cool-to-be-cool boy for a BFF and no real girl friends (having a dead mom and no sisters really screwed me over in the female-bonding department), I wasn’t even on the periphery of Hershey’s crowd. Still, the whole I’m-not-sure-I- know-your-name routine was total BS. She knew who I was. We’d had at least two classes together every year since sixth grade.
“I have to admit, I was a little taken aback when I saw your name,” she said then. “I mean, I knew you were smart and all, but I assumed it was because you were, like, obsessed with studying and crap.” Huh? I was lost, and Hershey could tell. “I saw you got into Theden,” she said, rolling her eyes like I was an idiot for not keeping up.
“You did?” I’d just opened the letter twenty minutes ago
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and hadn’t posted it anywhere yet. Had Beck put it on Forum?
“Duh. The app updates every day. A week after they send
the letter, they put your name on the admitted list.” “What app?”
Hershey sighed heavily, as if it was stressful for her to be interacting with such an imbecile. She pulled her handheld from the back pocket of her denim mini. “The Theden app,” she explained, tapping a little tree icon that matched the design on the lapel pin in my pocket. She held her phone up for me to see.
“Wait, why do you have—?” Something gold glinted on the inside of her wrist. The Theden pin. She’d pinned it on the cuff of her cashmere blazer. Suddenly I understood. I met her gaze. “You got in too.”
“Don’t look so surprised,” she retorted.
“I’m not surprised,” I lied.
“Whatever. It’s fine. I’m pretty sure my grandmother
bought my way in anyway. That’s how my dad got in. Hey, lemme see your phone.”
She reached around me, grabbing my Gemini from the back pocket of my jeans. She touched its share button to hers. “There,” she said, handing the phone back to me. “You have my number. We should be friends now.” As if it were a given that I wanted to be friends with her. Then she spun on her heels, pulled open our classroom door, and sauntered inside.
the letter, they put your name on the admitted list.” “What app?”
Hershey sighed heavily, as if it was stressful for her to be interacting with such an imbecile. She pulled her handheld from the back pocket of her denim mini. “The Theden app,” she explained, tapping a little tree icon that matched the design on the lapel pin in my pocket. She held her phone up for me to see.
“Wait, why do you have—?” Something gold glinted on the inside of her wrist. The Theden pin. She’d pinned it on the cuff of her cashmere blazer. Suddenly I understood. I met her gaze. “You got in too.”
“Don’t look so surprised,” she retorted.
“I’m not surprised,” I lied.
“Whatever. It’s fine. I’m pretty sure my grandmother
bought my way in anyway. That’s how my dad got in. Hey, lemme see your phone.”
She reached around me, grabbing my Gemini from the back pocket of my jeans. She touched its share button to hers. “There,” she said, handing the phone back to me. “You have my number. We should be friends now.” As if it were a given that I wanted to be friends with her. Then she spun on her heels, pulled open our classroom door, and sauntered inside.
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4 comments:
I totally agree. The beginning was so slow that it took me forever to get through. It finally picked up when I was about to DNF it.
The cover is cute but it also looks forgettable.
It sounds really good, but from ur review I'm not sure I'd want to spend my time on it. If I start a book a finish it regardless if it's not going anywhere.
The cover is really cool :)
Thank you for the honest review :)
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