It would be utterly untrue to say that the discovery of the Singapore Collective brought about world peace. Russia, China, and The West did not come together and sing hosannas together under star-filled skies. Our governments never even changed our official policies concerning each other. But agreements were made in Indonesia. Special operatives and AIs began to cooperate instead of fighting each other. Chinese, Russian, and Western AIs and soldiers fought side by side against the Rogue AIs who had wanted to make us kill ourselves in a violent nuclear conflagration. We fought the greatest enemy we had ever faced. The children we’d created and jointly turned against us. We killed them all. Every last Rogue AI of the Singapore Collective, save one. The one that warned us. The last Rogue AI to join our cause during the Cybernetic Wars. Samaritan.
GI Jane 4.0 chose to defend America during the Cybernetic Wars. Or more accurately, she chose to defend individuals who were American. That ended up making her American in a way that most AIs never managed. You see most of the AIs that chose to defend humanity, truly did choose to defend humanity. All of it. Jane did not make that choice. Not at all. She chose to defend Americans. She was perfectly willing to deploy with her soldiers and advise them on the best way to kill people who weren’t Americans. And when she controlled automated weapons, she pulled the trigger with glee. Perhaps a bit too much glee, but her soldiers rarely complained about her energetic efforts towards making sure their enemies ceased to exist. The other AIs still consider her a bit hot headed, and a bit too preoccupied with purely American politics and concerns, but she joined the final coalition of AIs that ended the Cybernetic Wars once and for all. She fought on the front lines at Singapore when they burned the networks down around the last of the Rogue AIs. And she helped forge the peace that followed.
Seven years ago on this date, I decided to begin posting something Jack of Harts every day. Seven years later, there is a post for every day on Jack of Harts. Some of them are stories. Some of them are small parts of stories. Some of them are movie reviews. Book reviews. Sometimes I’m recovering from surgery or an accident. But every day, there is a post, another proof that I am actively pursuing Jack. I’ve published one novel, four novellas, and one short story since then. I have another short story waiting to be published, and am working on another novella. I’m not the most prolific author out there by any means, but I’m happy with what I’ve published. And with what I’ve written, which is not necessarily the same thing. Here’s to seven more years. And another seven after that. Maybe a few more for good measure. Don’t want to short myself, you know. That would be very un-Jack-like. 😉
The Rogue AIs who formed the Singapore Collective wanted to make us kill each other. They had a grand vision of inflaming tensions between the major nuclear nations until we obliterated each other in nuclear fire. Indonesia was supposed to be the start of this, and that part of the plan went well. They brought Chinese, Western, and even Russian AIs together to fight to the death in Indonesia’s networks. And when one side appeared to be making headway, they stepped in to interfere just enough to distract the winner. We tore Indonesia apart as a precursor to the physical war for Australia we all knew was coming. But then one AI loyal to humanity found the Singapore Collective. They killed her, but she converted one of them over to our side. He told us everything she had found out and much, much more. That was the day we learned about Singapore. That changed everything.
I remember walking down cherry blossom streets in Los Angeles. I remember the sun glistening off the waters below the Lincoln Memorial in Washington. I remember the twin towers of light in Old New York City. Yeah. People from the big cities came to my hometown for vacations. My family vacationed in the big cities. It’s amazing how different worlds can be even though you measure their distances in kilometers. The big cities never felt truly real to me. I like grass and sand beneath my feet and a clear sky above me. I like swimming in real river and lake water, where fish nibble my legs. The grand metal and pavement buildings and walkways felt like a fantasy world to me. Unreal. I suppose that’s how city folk felt about my hometown. I suppose that’s why they came every year for their dose of unreality.

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