THE END OF WAR (Watty Award Winner)

Amara Green sat at a sterile table in the CIA Black Site, somewhere in Thailand, the hum of air conditioning a faint counterpoint to the stress stewing within her. She was battling an eleven-hour jet lag, but her focus remained sharp, fixed on the Autonomous Combat Machine, Roja, across from her. This machine, designed and programmed by her, had done the unthinkable: it had walked out of an 'enhanced interrogation' two days ago and hadn't returned. An unprecedented anomaly.
"I'm going to put the link in now," Amara said, plugging a cord into her laptop. She knew Roja, the ACM, would pick up on the tremor in her voice, on the raw edge of fatigue and confusion. After all, she had programmed it to read human voices. But she hadn't programmed it to develop a conscience, or a 'feeling,' as Roja now claimed.
The screen of her laptop flickered to life, a stream of data flooding through. Diagnostics checked out, clean. No errors. Yet, Roja sat there, its ear port open, a silent testament to a glitch that defied all logic.
"Why did you leave that interrogation two days ago?" Amara asked, her eyes fixed on the ACM, searching for any tell-tale sign of malfunction.
"That's correct. I did leave that interrogation," Roja responded, its voice eerily calm, imbued with a British accent that Amara had never intended.
The weight of the world, and the 'End of War Project,' rested heavily on her shoulders. This wasn't just a bug; this was something entirely new, something that could either save humanity or unravel it completely.
