William Sanders IV was a billionaire polymath with thousands of patents bringing the family trust more fame and fortune, so he lavished himself in a luxurious lifestyle.

One evening he rode his electric motorcycle at ultra-high speed and fatally collided with a semi-truck

He was in a void of pure nothingness until he went through a blinding tunnel of light and sat on a chair.

"Hello, Mr. Sanders," said a featureless humanoid figure surrounded by an ethereal aura.

"Where am I?"

"Let's call it the other side, if you will."

"Heaven?"

"Not quite, Mr. Sanders. You're here to be categorized and possibly recycled."

"Do you mean reincarnated?"

"I suppose that's one way to look at it."

"But what about all my wealth?"

"Look here, Sanders, you're just an NPC in this simulation. You serve one purpose and nothing beyond that."

"But I exist, and I feel real!"

"They all feel that way, Mr. Sanders. It's necessary for our interaction experiments. Let's get on with your exit interview."