Extras (The Uglies)
Fame
It's a few years after rebel Tally Youngblood took down the uglies/pretties/specials regime. Without those strict roles and rules, the world is in a complete cultural renaissance. "Tech-heads" flaunt their latest gadgets, "kickers" spread gossip and trends, and "surge monkeys" are hooked on extreme plastic surgery. And it's all monitored on a bazillion different cameras. The world is like a gigantic game of American Idol. Whoever is getting the most buzz gets the most votes. Popularity rules.
As if being fifteen doesn't suck enough, Aya Fuse's rank of 451,369 is so low, she's a total nobody. An extra. But Aya doesn't care; she just wants to lie low with her drone, Moggle. And maybe kick a good story for herself.
Then Aya meets a clique of girls who pull crazy tricks, yet are deeply secretive of it. Aya wants desperately to kick their story, to show everyone how intensely cool the Sly Girls are. But doing so would propel her out of extra-land and into the world of fame, celebrity...and extreme danger. A world she's not prepared for. About the Author Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Down and Out "Moggle," Aya whispered. "You awake?" Something moved in the darkness. A pile of dorm uniforms rustled, as if a small animal stirred underneath. Then a shape slipped from among the folds of spider silk and cotton. It rose into the air and floated toward Aya's bed. Tiny lenses gazed at her face, curious and alert, reflecting starlight from the open window. Aya grinned. "Ready to go to work?" In answer, Moggle flashed its night-lights. "Ouch!" Aya squeezed her eyes shut. "Don't do that! It's vision-wrecking!" She lay in bed another moment, waiting for the spots to fade. The hovercam nuzzled against her shoulder apologetically. "It's okay, Moggle-chan," she whispered. "I just wish I had infrared too." Lots of people her age had infrared vision, but Aya's parents had this thing about surge. They liked to pretend the world was still stuck in the Prettytime, when everyone had to wait until they turned sixteen to change themselves. Crumblies could be so fashion-missing. So Aya was stuck with her big nose -- definitely ugly -- and her normal vision. When she'd moved out of her home and into a dorm, her parents had given her permission to get an eyescreen and skintenna, but that was only so they could ping whenever they wanted. Still, it was better than nothing. She flexed her finger and the city interface flickered to life, layering across her vision. "Uh-oh," she said to Moggle. "Almost midnight." She didn't remember dozing off, but the tech-head bash must have already started. It was probably crowded by now, packed enough with surge-monkeys and manga-heads that nobody would notice one ugly extra snooping around. Besides, Aya Fuse was an expert at being invisible. Her face rank was proof of that. It sat unmoving in the corner of her vision: 451,396. She let out a slow sigh. In a city of a million, that was total extra-land. She'd had her own feed for almost two years now, had kicked a great story just a week ago, and was still anonymous. Well, tonight was finally going to change that. "Let's go, Moggle," she whispered, and slipped out of bed. A gray robe lay in a shapeless puddle at her feet. Aya pulled it over her dorm uniform and tied it at the waist, then perched on the windowsill. She turned to face the night sky slowly, easing one leg, then the other, out into the cool air. She slipped on her crash bracelets, glancing at the ground fifty meters below. "Okay, that's dizzy-making." At least no monitors were skulking around down there. That was the kick thing about a thirteenth-story room -- no one expected you to sneak out your window. Thick clouds hung low in the sky, reflecting worklights from the construction site across town. The cold tasted of pine needles and rain, and Aya wondered if she was going to freeze in her disguise. But she couldn't exactly throw a dorm jacket over the robe and expect people not to notice. "Hope you're all charged up, Moggle. It's drop-time." The hovercam drifted past her shoulder and out the window, settling close against her chest. It was the size of half a soccer ball, sheathed in hard plastic and warm to the touch. As Aya wrapped her arms around Moggle, she felt her bracelets trembling, caught in the magnetic currents of the hovercam's lifters. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Ready?" Moggle shivered in her arms. Clinging to the hovercam with all her strength, Aya pushed herself into the void. Getting out was much simpler these days. For Aya's fifteenth birthday, Ren Machino -- her big brother's best friend -- had modified Moggle. She'd only asked him to make it quick enough to keep up with her hoverboard. But like most tech-heads, Ren took pride in his mods. The new Moggle was waterproof, shockproof, and powerful enough to carry an Aya-size passenger through the air. Close enough, anyway. With her arms wrapped around the hovercam, she fell no faster than a cherry blossom twirling toward the ground. It was much easier than stealing a bungee jacket. And except for the nervous-making moment of jumping, it was kind of fun. She watched the windows flicker past -- dreary rooms full of standard-requisition squalor. No one famous lived in Akira Hall, just loads of face-missing extras wearing generic designs. A few ego-kickers sat talking into their cams, watched by no one. The average face rank here was six hundred thousand, despair-making and pathetic. Obscurity in all its horror. Back in the Prettytime, Aya vaguely remembered, you just asked for awesome clothes or a new hoverboard and they popped out of the hole in the wall like magic. But these days, the hole wouldn't give you anything decent unless you were famous or had merits to spend. And getting merits meant taking classes or doing chores -- whatever the Good Citizen Committee commanded, basically. Moggle's lifters connected with the metal grid beneath the ground, and Aya bent her knees, rolling as she hit. The wet grass squished beneath her like a sodden sponge, soft but shivery cold. She let go of Moggle and lay for a moment on the rain-soaked earth, letting her heartbeat slow down. "You okay?" Moggle flashed its night-lights again. "Okay...that's still blind-making." Ren had also modified the hovercam's brain. True AI might still be illegal, but the new Moggle was more than just a wedge of circuitry and lifters. Since Ren's tinkering, it had learned Aya's favorite angles, when to pan and zoom, and even how to track her eyes for cues. But for some reason, it didn't get the whole night-vision thing. She kept her eyes closed, listening hard as she watched the spots across her vision fade. No footsteps, no whir of monitor drones. Nothing but the muffled thump of music from the dorm. Aya rose to her feet and brushed herself off. Not that anyone would notice the wet grass clinging to her; Reputation Bombers dressed to disappear. The robe was hooded and shapeless, the perfect disguise for party-crashing. With a twist of a crash bracelet, a hoverboard rose from its hiding place in the bushes. Stepping on, Aya faced the glittering lights of Prettyville. Funny how everyone still called it that, even if most of the residents weren't pretty anymore -- not in the old sense, anyway. Prettyville was full of pixel-skins and surge-monkeys, and plenty of other strange new fads and fashions. You could choose among a million kinds of beauty or weirdness, or even keep your natural-born face your whole life. These days "pretty" meant whatever got you noticed. But one thing about Prettyville was still the same: If you hadn't turned sixteen, you weren't supposed to go there. Not at night, when all the good stuff happened. Especially if you were an extra, a loser, an unknown. Gazing at the city, she felt engulfed by her own invisibility. Each of its sparkling lights stood for one of the million people who had never heard of Aya Fuse. Who probably never would. She sighed, urging her hoverboard forward. The government feeds always said that the Prettytime was gone forever, freeing humanity from centuries of bubbleheadedness. They claimed that the divisions among uglies, pretties, and crumblies had all been washed away. That the last three years had unleashed a host of new technologies, setting the future in motion again. But as far as Aya could see, the mind-rain hadn't changed everything.... It still pretty much sucked, being fifteen. Copyright © 2006 by Scott Westerfeld TECH-HEADS "Are you getting this?" she whispered. Moggle was already shooting, the shimmer of safety fireworks reflecting from its lenses. Hot-air balloons swayed over the mansion, and revelers screamed down from the rooftops in bungee jackets. It looked like a party back in the old days: self-indulgent and eye-kickingly radiant. At least, that was how Aya's older brother always described the Prettytime. Back then everyone had gotten one big operation on their sixteenth birthday. It made you beautiful, but secretly changed your personality, leaving you brain-missing and easily controlled. Hiro hadn't been a bubblehead very long; he'd turned sixteen only a few months before the mind-rain had arrived and cured the pretties. He liked to claim that those months had been awful -- as if being shallow and vain was such a stretch for him. But he never denied that the parties had been awesome. Not that Hiro would be here tonight; he was way too famous. Aya checked her eyescreen: the average face rank inside was about twenty thousand. Compared with her older brother, the people at this bash were total extras. Compared to an ugly ranked at half a million, though, they were legends. "Be careful, Moggle," she whispered. "We're not wanted here." Aya flipped up the hood of her robe, and stepped out of the shadows. Inside, the air was full of hovercams. From Moggle-size all the way down to paparazzi swarms, each cam no bigger than a champagne cork. There was always plenty to see at tech-head parties, crazy people and kick new gadgets. Maybe people weren't as beautiful as back during the Prettytime, but parties were a lot more interesting: serious surge-monkeys with snake fingers and medusa hair; smart-matter clothes that rippled like flags in a breeze; safety fireworks skittering along the floor, dodging feet and sizzling incense as they passed. Tech-heads lived for new technologies -- they loved showing off their latest tricks, and kickers loved putting them on their feeds. The endless cycle of invention and publicity bumped everyone's face rank, so everyone was happy. Everyone who got invited, anyway. A hovercam buzzed close, almost low enough to peek in at Aya's face. She lowered her head, making her way toward a cluster of Reputation Bombers. Here in public they all kept their hoods up, like a bunch of pre-Rusty Buddhist monks. They were already bombing: chanting the name of some random member of the clique, trying to convince the city interface to bump his face rank. Aya bowed to the group and joined the blur of name-dropping, keeping her ugly face covered. The whole point of bombing was ... Totally Bubbly! a beast Anti-climaticProduct Details
Editorial Reviews
Scott Westerfeld's teen novels include The Last Days, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults and the sequel to Peeps; So Yesterday, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults; and the Midnighters trilogy. Scott was born in Texas, and alternates summers between Sydney, Australia, and New York City.Customer Reviews
I didn't know what to expect out of this book when I got, would Tally be in it? Would it be any good? Was Westerfeld just writing it for money? I didn't know but boy I'm happy I bought it.
Its about a girl named Aya Fuse who lives in a time after Tally Youngblood saved the bubbleheads/pretties. Aya's town lives by fame, where you try to do things to get famous and Aya isn't famous at all. She is considered an Extra. But then Aya meets a clique called the Sly Girls, who try to stay not famous and they do crazy things! So Aya decides she'll "kick" a story on them and make herself famous, but soon she is launched into something unimaginable.
So this book really kept me excited from pretty much the very beginning, I think Extras did better at that than the others did! Which I LOVED the others. And I never knew exactly what was gonna happen next. I would recommend to ANYONE who liked the Uglies, Pretties or Specials!
Good book. If you liked the other books in this series you should read this.
Extras is the fourth installment in the Uglies series. Readers are exposed to a new protagonist, Aya Fuse, as well as a different world -- after the "mind rain" in the previous book, people have switched from their beauty obsession to one with fame. It's fascinating to see how this futuristic world of Westerfeld's has changed, although it does become a bit grating over how fame-obsessed the characters are, especially Aya. The idea of a fame-centric world is realistic, but I couldn't help but want a reprieve from it while reading. The high points in the book are ones only fans of the previous volumes would enjoy -- seeing Tally and the Uglies world from another character's viewpoint. The plot held my interest, but in the end it felt anti-climatic. This book is worth a read from any Scott Westerfeld fan, filled with interesting world building and amusing scenes, but it isn't one of his bests.
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