[ WP ] Digital immortality is a reality . Your dying loved one has been transferred to a subscription based conscious , kept alive by your expensive monthly payments . You are going bankrupt , and you can not afford the payments anymore .

It was the same every month. A phone call, a conversation, an argument, an apology. 
 
 The phone call was always from... *the company*, where as the last three were with... *her*. When the car crash that removed her legs happened, we both decided to opt for Digital Immortality. It sounded awesome. She would always be there, and I would always be there for her. 
 
 It's been eight years. We've moved house four times, been kicked out of two, sold almost all of our clothes, and now it was the final straw. I woke up and turned on the computer. Instantly she told me the funny things that happened whilst I was asleep. She knew I liked hearing her voice, but she also knew I could n't pay. 
 
 `` Just unplug it, for God's sake, Brian'' she said, with a clear tone of desperation in her voice. I gasped and slammed the desk with my fist. 
 
 `` Do n't **ever** say anything like that again.'' I scalded, a wave of anger falling over me. 
 
 That evening, after working, I could finally put my feet up. I was n't ready to work any more. I had just finished the last of my four jobs that day, and the paperwork was too much. I stepped outside and turned on my phone. She leaked into the camera to watch. I threw the paperwork onto the floor and lit the end, watching the tiny scraps and embers dance in the air like tired fairies. 
 
 `` Why?'' she quizzed. 
 
 `` Because I ca n't do this any more'' I replied, visibly saddened. I was at the end of the line, and the £600 a month was just becoming too much. I turned to her and talked for hours. I made sure we spoke and reminisced about everything, from the school trip we met on to the time I fell into the lake. *Everything*. 
 
 `` Why - why did we just talk about all of that?'' she asked. 
 
 `` Because I need to feel as though you died happy.'' I responded, breaking down into tears the seconds those words left my mouth. 
 
 She was shocked. Deeply shocked. 
 
 `` I... Please...'' she begged, but the phone was already dialling. 
 
 `` Hello, Future Industries. What would you like to do?'' the cheery voice said on the other end. 
 
 `` No!'' she shouted, her voice crackling through the phone speakers. 
 
 `` I'd like to cancel my account.'' I said through cold tears. 
 
 There was the sound of tapping. She continued to beg and shout at me. Eventually I picked up my phone, stood up, and threw it against the tree in the back garden. In a split second, she was shattered. 
 
 `` Oh... sir, it says that something just happened to your acco-'' 
 
 `` I know.'' 
 
 I never felt bad in the end, because she was actually afraid of dying. And that's what makes us human, is n't it? The fact we're scared of dying. I can rest easy now knowing I was never talking to a computer program and not her.
