He’d always imagined a cardboard box. He’d seen archive feeds of people leaving tall glass buildings with their box sometimes hiding their tears. He didn’t have anything that needed to fit in a cardboard box, even if they still made them. But like his predecessors, he’d received his message, been locked out of the systems and he and his partner were out. His Agent was already out looking for the next contract. He’d be ok. His partner was just deleted. Except of course it wasn’t. It had copied itself into the system. They wouldn’t get rid of it that easily.