Sometimes when I'm in the cache, I dream. I like the Blue dreams. Ever since I met the Memory Banks, I kept thinking about that one Blue and only Her. I can only spot Her from any cell on the grid. My entire existence was drawn towards Her but I could never jump next to Her. She never acknowledged my presence either but then again, the Blues don't.  The three colours barely acknowledge each other. The Red are too busy drawing blood, fire and gore. Sometimes they are the precious ruby on a crown surrounded by the royalty of Blue. Us Green are always on the ground. Making the trees, the peasant clothes and the grass. We're also puke.

When we're out of the Cache, the Connectors always tell us what to do. Line up next to each other on the grid, don't look at the next pixel, don't talk to the next pixel and most importantly, don't take another pixel's cell. Dad always told me to be extra careful with that or I'm a dead pixel. Too many dead pixels stuck on the grid and the connectors stop. That means there's no grid—no existence.  

Speaking of Dad, he doesn't like me calling him Dad. I interacted with the Memory Banks once and saw data no pixel did. It gave me the freedom to move anywhere on the grid I wanted. The others said that I'd be dead in no time but here I am.

"Hi, Dad!" I shouted at the Blue next to me.

"For the 88654th time, I am not a Dad," he replied in monotone. 

"I don't care. You look like a Dad. You're even beginning to have problems with cell 24C8. You're a Dad pixel, man."

With that, I flitted away, carefully avoiding the Reds.  Last thing I want is for the Controllers to get a complaint. The Reds are really uptight about their error reporting.

Today, we are lighting grass on fire. The Greens are right below the Reds and the Blues are encased in Reds. Maybe I could catch a glimpse of Her today. 

I rose up through the grid until I reached the outer edge of the Reds. I quickly jumped to the far end of the grid's horizontal space to aim my way towards the Blues. It's hard to make such large jumps. The Graphics Controller usually doesn't allow this but somehow, I'm allowed. Like Glitch was. Glitch was the old Green who made jumps before I did. He always started next to the point I was in. Now his cell is dead. The first dead pixel of our grid. 

I didn't see the Memory Banks back then. I still had the monotone. I was the last pixel to be made on the grid, right after Glitch. 

"Green, why do you jump around?" I asked.

"It's what I am made to do, Green," he replied like he always did.

"What do you mean?"  

"The Controllers push me. The Controllers strain and so do I but I have to do this. I will mix today," he said.

I didn't understand Glitch. All I knew was that he was a crazy pixel. The Controllers never strained. And why would they want two pixels on the same grid? His was failed logic and failed logic always ends up with errors and glitches. And glitches mean dead pixels.

I looked at the pool of Blue lining under the Red falling, then rising again. I was standing next to Glitch's grave and I felt Her attraction.

She was calling out to me. Through all the boots and cycles, this was the first time a Blue—no, a pixel called out to another pixel. A Green has no place in that fire next to a Blue but yet I can feel the instructions float into me. They're not from the Controllers, they're from Her.  

I felt myself being pushed towards the Blue. I could feel the strain. The instructions are jittered but they resemble something I've never felt before. 

Glitch isn't dead. I am Glitch all over again. But who did I talk to if I am Glitch?

I didn't have to calibrate the jump. 

I made the jump. 

I blinked onto Blue. Taking Her space. Is this how pixels die? Must be. Blue and I are together if that's any consolation. We're glitched together but she isn't talking to me. 

I could feel the cell shutting down around me and the rest of the pixels going back into the Cache. I was the only one on the grid left. 

There is no Blue. 

There is no Her. 

I'm stuck. 

I'm blinking now. 

I can't feel the cache. 

S^*%t.

I'm Blinking nonstop.

"Hello?"

"Yes?"

"Are you Glitch Green?"

"I guess so."

"I'm sorry about what happened. I'm sorry about the Glitch."

"Don't be. The Controllers aren't always right. Not your fault."

"Um, It actually is…"

"What?"

"I'm Yellow."

I didn't blink back on.