Stardate 1302.8, San Francisco.
Just as I'm ready to shut the doors of yoursunny summer host sales office and spend the weekend with my snake collection, a customer rushed in. The customer shouted hurriedly: my storage server in Midwest Eurasia is involucrated, routing announcement is withdrawn, all my family memories are gone, can you help?
I opened my sleepy eyes, downed a bottle of Red Bull, and immediately started helping this customer. I sent a robot to the garden where her storage server was located, and provisioned a new storage server in our luna location. Within seconds, the robot found the original server and plugged into its USB port, and her precious data were being cloned to our infrastructure. At the same time, I was busy engraving a golden key card that contains a private key to decrypt the data.
15 minutes later, data restoration was complete, and I opened up the portal room. The customer swiped the card, a colorful cloud appeared on the portal. Inside, there's a faint wall of text:
GO
GO
GO
GO
GO
She hesitated for a moment, muttered a few words like "YABS" and "double bandwidth", and then walked into the portal. As the cloud settled, she had been teleported to a dedicated black hole, and would live with her loving family for an eternity.
I checked the accounting record, and saw her remain assets in this world consolidated to our company account. After all, once she entered the black hole, there's no way out, so she wouldn't need those assets anymore.
The end.