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Five Years Earlier: Henry Dunne knows three things: that agreeing to host this raucous house party was a terrible idea, that he absolutely cannot show up to his nursing shift tomorrow with a hangover, and that the beautiful redhead in the corner will be sleeping in his bed tonight.

Datacontrol, das größte Datenverarbeitungszentrum der Welt, wird von einer Bande höchst gefährlicher Virus-Programme befallen: den GLITCHES. Sie wurden von Mr. Masterbit, dem Boss einer Hackerbande, geschaffen. Sie sollen die Herrschaft über alle Computer der Welt übernehmen. In ihrer Not laden die Programmierer von Datacontrol die Geheimsoftware COMPUTER FORCE. Diese fünf Antivirus-Programme machen sofort Jagd auf die Eindringlinge. Wird es ihnen gelingen, die GLITCHES zu eliminieren?

Gin Sonny is coming. It's personal. It's the end game. No one sees Gin's plans, which is what has made him one of the most successful killers Earth has conceived. Now Kaiden will find out if his friends, teachers, and the support staff are capable of stopping the killer from leaving him braindead. Sometimes you don’t come out of the Animus alive. Will Kaiden and Chief be able to figure a place to hide when the Animus itself is the killing weapon?

Not long ago, NSLICE-00P—short for Non-Standard Leashed-Intelligence Cybernetic Enforcer—performed her job with cold, calculated, merciless obedience. When she was ordered to destroy something, it got seriously destroyed. Unfortunately, that led her to take out her own creator before he created her, casting the cyborg out of her reality and into a world of magic, levels, and skills, with her very own dungeon core and no one to tell her what to do. As it turned out, fate put NSLICE-00P in the right place at the right time: she's become a legit heroine in this new existence.

When a robot defies his programming, is he broken? Or is he something else?

Glitch- I’m obsessed with a woman I’ve never met. Hell, I’ve never even seen a picture of her, unless you count the cartoon avatar she displays during our online gaming nights. To Ara, I’m a quiet gamer who keeps a chat open in case she wants to vent about her day or her loser boyfriend. She has no clue who I am, what I look like, or that she’s the star in the filthy audio recordings I create for my personal pleasure.