She clicked Digitize . A 3D model of the ashtray spun on her screen, perfect down to the thumbprint in the clay. The real ashtray? She put it in a box. A driver would pick it up tomorrow, along with the sweaters. She would never see it again. But she could visit it, any time, in the vault.
She typed the code. A soft chime played.
A new window opened. "For items you can't bear to throw away, but don't need to see. We digitize, store, and forget, so you can remember without the clutter."