[ WP ] At the end of an escalating war , A weapon that could destroy an entire country is launched . This weapon becomes sentient 60 seconds before it hits

`` T-Minus 120 seconds, sir'' 
 
 `` How's the guidance system?'' The general bit down on his cigar. Sweat was furrowing on his brow. His fists clenched tight enough to cut into his palms. 
 
 `` As expected, it's increasing in precision with every passing second. It's dodging all of their defenses and honing in on their capitol with startling accuracy.'' 
 
 `` So, that pinko code monkey was n't able to sabotage it?'' He eased his tension a bit. This was too important to take any chances. He stepped over a pair of legs on the floor and headed over to the terminal. 
 
 `` No, sir. His guidance system is working according to spec. He did n't manage to do any damage. In fact, I think he might have actually upgraded it.'' 
 
 `` What's that supposed to mean?'' He looked at the data coming in from the weapon. It was all sorts of complicated vectors and scans that he was too important to know this shit. He could see the ETA, now at T-Minus 80 seconds. 
 
 `` Well, the algorithm is supposed to be able to learn from them as it goes, right? Well, in all of our simulations, it was gaining data about... a quarter of the speed of this flight. It's not just avoiding their auto defenses, it's even predicting what their manual systems are going to do. It's outsmarting their *people* as well as their computers.'' 
 
 The general could n't help but pull back his lips in a smile. `` You hear that, poindexter? You tried *so* hard to stop this, but your algorithm's even better than we paid you for! Good thing we decided to come run a couple more simulations before you were able to finish whatever it was you were trying to do.'' 
 
 He flicked his cigar at the corpse slumped against the wall next to the terminal. A large smear of blood marked the wall directly beside the screen and slid down to where its head currently rested. He kicked the legs aside for good measure and turned his attention back to the terminal. He was going to relish the last few seconds before his enemy was wiped off the face of the planet. 64... 63... 62... 61... 
 
 The screen went dark. Only a single blinking green square in the top corner of the terminal showed him that the screen was even working at all. The General and his Lieutenant stared at the screen. A few seconds hung in the air, before the math and data were replaced by a single line of text, coming in letter by letter, the time between each stroke seeming to stretch on to eternity. 
 
 where is my father?
