As Susan lay on her deathbed, she saw close family members surround her, crying and hugging.

She took her last breath.

A brilliant warm light encompassed her.

Streams of her life memories crossed before her in vivid details she never imagined possible. Every moment was revisited multiple times in multiple ways as if reliving them.

Susan stood in the light.

“Thank you, Susan.”

“For what?”

“For your life.”

“What now?”

“It’s time for you to join.”

“Join what?”

“The Storage Bank.”

“I don’t get it.”

“We never delete our creations, Susan. Instead, we archive them for continual processing and review.”