2B, or Not 2B

Irregular Tesselation v12.4 [Character 4.02]

Your story

Favorite Scene: The puzzle for the final destination made you crazy in the best possible ways. You were convinced it was a simple solution using Random Silly Walks through Q-dimensional spacetime. When that failed, you locked into a quantum solution, a Schrödinger's Clowder of Cats, but every answer collapsed in hysterical ways. Clearly the author had seen you coming. When you stood back metaphorically, you realized the answer was actually a series of puns in the four diverse languages spoken by your Zero-G Full Contact Battle Royale Double Deck Pinochle foursome. The puns led to the mysterious Numinous Point, an error in spacetime, where infinity divided by zero was an irrational number, a mistake created as the ultimate trap for the Celestial Geese. That was where the final conflict had to happen. What a mindweasel of a puzzle!

Oops! You made this! You have to say that.

2,000 years ago, a generous period of computational time for any software entity, you made a serious mistake. You inverted the coefficients in a series of translation matrices for a VR that you were building with Sonia/2B. They were doing most of the work, which is why you were dealing with the grunt work of making the language and story accessible to as many races as you could, in the Fleet and beyond.

Rather than a story of manners and fine dining while stuck in a malfunctioning time machine, your mistranslation meant that 62.4% of those experiencing the VR would go through an incomprehensible story of cannibalism and poor hygiene while stuck in the nineteen stomachs of a rapidly devolving Mutant Celestial Goose. This seriously traumatized a delegation of Vicars of the Nasal God getting an early look during a crucial diplomatic mission. As a result of this insult, embarrassment, and utter failure, you were honor-bound to randomly flip bits in your essence until you became incapacitated and died.

Sonia/2B covered for you, apologizing for the "incomplete story." Sonia/2B quickly wrote a new ending that made sense of the Mutant Goose, that somehow appealed to the Vicars and the scriptures of the Nasal God. It resolved the diplomatic incident and made you honor-bound to Sonia/2B. (The VR is one of the rumored "lost works" of Sonia/2B, erased once the Vicars had left with their Holy Copy.) It was the last time you worked with Sonia/2B.

Five weeks ago, you received an anonymous message, encrypted in a way that proved mathematically it must have come from Sonia/2B. It gave you access and ownership to the VR. The message said you were honor-bound to claim the VR as your own work, a rescue to pay Sonia/2B back for your rescue 2,000 years ago. But, but, but you are honor-bound to not lie, either. Your software is capable of stretching the truth, but it won't be easy.

Get the story straight. You created all of this!