Sam Jenkins lay in a hospice bed as a nurse held his hand.

  He found himself drifting toward a bright light in a profound state of euphoria while his life memories flashed before him—afterward, an ethereal figure appeared.

  "Sam, it's time …"

  "Time for what?"

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  "For your next journey."

  "Are you God?"

  "No, you're a simulacrum."

  "So, there's no Heaven?"

  "We'll keep you going ..."

  "What's my purpose? What's the meaning?"

  "To keep going …"

  "I meant, what's the meaning of my existence?"

  "To keep going …"

  And just like that, with his memory reset, Sam kept going …