Error Code 23965-1144-119419

OOC-Sorry once again for the long absence. I'll try not to vanish into the abyss for days on end again.

Sometime after the chaos settled down, Artemis stepped into a different and worse type of chaos....familial chaos.

He first had to patch up his kids, who ended up battling holographic mascots thinking they were sent by Tara (who had been dead at the point for over an hour) and wounding themselves in the process. Once that was complete he had to return to the room and put it back together, or else the damned resort staff would consistently remind him that he wouldn't be getting his non-existent deposit back.

Then....he freed his wife, who had been trapped in the bathroom for the entire day at the hands of Tara...and was livid. After a heated argument, Artemis simply shut down, ERROR CODE 23965-1144-119419 being displayed in place of his "face". While she was incredibly pissed at Artie for leaving her trapped for ages, she felt it was her duty to find out what was wrong with her spouse.

She dragged the kids to the internet cafe and logged on, only to figure out that the resort hadn't actually connected to the internet since the late 3000's. Luckily, she was able to access a cached database from the 2100's.

OOC-Since Artemis isn't around to repeat what his family is saying so the reader can understand, I'll just write what they're saying in English, and might just do so from now on just because it feels like I'm writing Artemis talking to himself. They're still speaking in Skutt-Speak but for the sake of clarity, I'll translate.

Okay, where do I start? The Missus pondered.

"Charon Labs Customer Service" she entered into Google, after accessing the Customer Service database she was bombarded with warranty information, and disclaimers covering Charon Labs' ass in the event of death or radioactive contamination....and promptly got lost in the mountains of links, ads, and tabs being opened by targeted ads.

"HELLO LABORATORY UNIT 3511221-HKL-55, WE SEE THAT YOU'RE A ROBOT, WE HAVE ROBOT EROTICA AVAILABLE FROM $99.99!" A popup ad yelled, reading The Missus' ID plate and shooting targeted ads at her. She frantically clicked out of the ad while the kids snickered behind her.

The cached copy must have been from when Charon sold their website to advertisers to pay for a series of lawsuits by the United Federation of South American States after they found out that Charon had been dumping expended atomic fuel in the Amazon (turning the entire rainforest into a living re-enactment of Pandora from Avatar....in the end it worked in the Amazon's favor since no loggers could enter the region without risking untimely death).

After rapidly closing ads and sorting through page after page of Charon's tech forums, she finally found a thread dealing with their error codes.

"Error Code 23965-1144-119419.
DIAGNOSIS: This error code pertains to Charon Labs constructs with Artificial Intelligence, or integrated Human Intelligence, such as the ILIAD robot or series I softlight hologram. The code signifies that the unit's harddrive has been clogged up with stress and anger, which are stored as junk files in the Emotional Feedback folders. PROGNOSIS: Due to the immense amount of stress and anger stored on the harddrive, the unit may not be able to successfully reboot. If the unit is actually a human mind stored in a robot body, it may be the brain/virtual mind trying to hide from stress instead of drowning it in alcohol or poor decisions. The unit will remain inactive to prevent further emotional decay, like an emotional turtle
SOLUTION: If it is an artificial intelligence, you may simply format the harddrive or perform a factory reset, because it's a synthetic construct and you could just as easily program some new memories. If it is a human brain or virtual mind in a Charon construct, clear the files using the DOS console or activate System Restore. Formatting the harddrive will also format the brain and/or mind, erasing all memories and brain function centers is not recommended. If the problem persists feel free to contact Charon customer support, which may or may not have been outsourced to an industrial colony by the time you read this."

Artemis' stress forced him into shutdown...the Missus didn't know if that was pitiful or hilarious (most likely, both). It was probably the leftover files from his midlife crisis, coupled with being driven insane by his family, nearly getting killed by Tara. He also had a lot of lingering stress from his death and transfer to the ILIAD, and finding out that his half-GELF daughter was married to his nemesis and that on his human body was a tattoo of Bill Clinton.

"I'm getting you on pills when we get back to the damned ship" The Missus grumbled, activating Artemis' DOS console.

She erased all of his emotional files. Any essential files that she deleted would be replaced during startup when the ILIAD re-connected to Artemis' brain.

The Missus hoped that this would be the end of Artemis' crashing, at least for the next month or so, when the stress files built back up again. She either needed to upgrade his hardware or start putting anti-stress drugs in the brain gel (she used to hide anti-psychotics in his food back when he was still Human, so this was nothing new).

"Is daddy going to forget who we are?" Athena asked.

"No honey, but he's probably going to annoy the living hell out of us for the next hour or so, be ready for that" The missus replied.

Artemis booted up, and reverted back to the argument he was having with The Missus when he crashed.

"...AND FURTHERMORE, I WAS NOT BEING UNROMANTIC, I WAS TIRED AND IT'S NOT LIKE I WAS DOING ALL THE WORK ANYWAY!"

Artemis stopped as the error prompts popped up on his face, explaining his freak shutdown.

"Oh, well, uh....kids, ignore that...heh heh...grownups blurt weird things when they're uh...not feeling good"

"Dad, that was gross" Artie Jr. said, trying to forget what he just heard.

"Yeah, after everything we've been through, that's like the last thing I needed to hear" Rosalind chimed in.

"Oh stop it, how the hell do you think you all got here anyway?" The Missus said to a chorus of "EW!"

"Just find the memory record and delete it!" Artemis yelled back, the kids happily deleted the records.

"I'm just glad you're okay, but if you ever leave me locked in a bathroom again I swear to science that I will end you"

Artemis put his arm around the Missus. "Oh, there won't be a next time, believe me. Alright gang, what do you say we go finish cleaning up the room and then we'll head to the theater? There's a science fiction film there that we can all critique"

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I kept out of any currently running storylines just so I could see where we're all heading, feel free to tag the Pritchards though, it'd be better than going off on my own!