Please define fucked.

It wasn't just a struggle to keep up with what had happened for Keash's brain. The computer was having its own troubles. The normal display indicator which had the most common name for the current region of space, or the name of the nearest known starsystem, was showing something Keash had never seen before. 

"Unknown, working"

Punching up the navigational diagnostics routine with a scowl as a reflex more than conscious thought the computer quickly showed the system was working fine. 

"Working fine... if its working fine than......" 

Keash said, eyes wide in shock like saucers....

"We're out of sight of all the starsystems in the database???" he finished incredulously to himself. The computer picked up the words and dutifully answered as if spoken to.

"Confirmed. None of the starsystems detected by the navigational arrays match any known records. None of the starsystems on record are within range of the navigational arrays." said the computers feminin voice.

"Computer, doesn't the database contain enough information to determine location at any location within the Milky way galaxy" Keash asked, afraid to hear the reply.

"The database is sufficient to determine location anywhere within the Milky way galaxy, the Andromeda Galaxy, the Maghellan.." 

"COMPUTER PAUZE!" Keash yelled emotionally "I get it, i get it, we're fucked!" he added softly. 

"Insufficient information for confirmation of that statement. Please define fucked." replied the computer, obviously not trying to, but doing so anyway, to be an asshole.

With a deep sigh Keash sank down in his seat, completely at the end of his emotional and pshychological rope. "What the fuck am i supposed to do now?" he asked.

"Daddy, i wanna play Angry Birds" said a voice from behind him. With the statement the one most important answer was given. Take care of his son, and figure out the rest after that's taken care of.