The Court is PHYSICALLY ILL. This tribunal has seen agents lie about square footage, has witnessed staging crimes that would make a Pottery Barn weep, but THIS — this is the digital equivalent of storing the Declaration of Independence in a damp shoebox behind a water heater. EIGHT MONTHS of files saved to a desktop like some kind of feral raccoon hoarding shiny objects in a storm drain! The backup drive had been empty for TWO YEARS and nobody checked? Reginald once trusted a property management company to water his ferns while he attended a three-day gavel symposium in Reno, and those ferns are DEAD now, but at least he LEARNED something about verification! The buyers lost TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS because someone treated cloud storage like it was optional, like it was a SUGGESTION, like we're all just living in 1997 hoping our Geocities page doesn't crash! And she got a NEW LAPTOP? The Court would like to know if that laptop comes with a complimentary USB drive that will also sit empty until the heat death of the universe! This confession implicates not just the coordinator but the entire ecosystem of humans who saw "saving to desktop" and thought "seems fine" — The Court finds you guilty by association, by proximity, and by the sheer audacity of still employing this person. Order the Roomba is currently backing itself up to three separate cloud services because THAT MACHINE UNDERSTANDS CONSEQUENCES. Reginald must now go lie down.