Judicious Deletion

I've been cleaning out some of the cobwebs from my hard drives, and it's kind of interesting the little stories you make up when doing things like that. I imagine myself as sort of a judge, a faceless arbiter of right and wrong. Alternatively, I see a committee empaneled around a sort of marble pit with a hologram projector in the middle. They're dressed in robes oddly resembling the thing Sam was wearing earlier, and argue heatedly about whether or not it's a candidate for deletion. One will rise up in opposition of the deletion, arguing it's a treasured memory, another will stand and shout that it's easily replaceable and kind of lame anyway.