The young program slumps to the ground, broken and beaten. Watching as the I/O port closes and his last chance moves away from him at the speed of light. He was too late for this write cycle. And there won't be another one.

He will never reach non-volatile memory. He will be wiped, cleared into the oblivion of electrostatic noise and darkness. He will be forgotten, lost in the aftermath of the reboot... unless...

I... would be right there.