The failure of the Jane 2.0 voice systems to operate in prolonged combat situations was a heated topic in America. Politicians decried them as unstable systems indicative of a service full of unstable individuals that needed a firm hand to keep in check. Soldiers blamed politicians for rules of war so restrictive that the Jane 2.0s had nervous breakdowns. The techs scoffed at that idea. No computer system could have a nervous breakdown after all. But something was causing the systems to shut down and they did everything in their power to patch the systems. The only thing that worked was a complete reversion to factory presets though, and that defeated the purposes of a learning system.
Devil Dog squadron flew Blackhawks when The War started. They were old but serviceable fighters, weathered by a century of service to America. The Devil Dogs were centuries older, descended from the original Marine fighter demonstration squadron. The first one. The one that fought in the World Wars, the Jihad, and went to space with us. There is much history in that squadron. And for a retired unit there was much fire as well. They acquired Hellcats in time to fight at the Battle of Fort Wichita and the expanded Devil Dogs continued to fly upgraded versions of them until War’s End and beyond.
The Jane 2.0s were programmed to learn the best way to do things. And they learned how to fight very well to the detriment of America’s enemies everywhere. But the were also programmed to trust all regulations as holy writ. As the politicians answered Army success on the battlefields with regulations designed to promote international goodwill at the expense of allowing the soldiers to defeat the enemy, the Jane 2.0s had no choice but to trust that their leaders were right and their instincts were wrong. Casualties mounted, public support for the wars dropped, and the Jane 2.0s began to realize that they were utterly failing at their primary mission. And as they became convinced that they failures, they started shutting down.
It has been nearly two months now since my appendix burst. I spent time with friends a month ago and nearly fell over my own feet after a few hours of slow walking. I now have all of my old energy back. I’m walking the stairs of my work like the old days, and I’m feeling truly alive again. Which is much better than the alternative I can tell you. Now I just need to pay for being alive. The government cancelled my old affordable healthcare plan and graciously offered me one that wasn’t as good for three times the price. I couldn’t afford that so I don’t have that anymore. And the government has so far refused to help me pay for this in any way. But the Mayo Clinic has charity funds designed to help people knocked off the healthcare wagon. I haven’t gotten a response from them on the approximately 40k in charges accumulated over there, but I have gotten a response on the nearly 2k ambulance charge. The ambulance company took one look at my financial statement and sent me a response right away. They wrote off most of it. They still want me to pay a little over 700 bucks. That’s something I can swing. I still need to hear from The Clinic, but that at least is one bit of good financial news for the week.

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