Buried in the middle of the sausage was something shiny — a small, rectangular object wedged deep inside the meat. I carefully pried it out with the tip of my knife and froze.
It wasn’t a piece of metal or a bit of machinery.
It was a USB flash drive.
For a few seconds, I just stared at it in disbelief. The thought hit me — I had already eaten several slices from that same package the night before. How could something like this have possibly ended up inside a factory-sealed sausage?
The flash drive was sticky, covered in bits of meat. The sight alone made me nauseous. I wiped it off, unsure what to do next.
Part of me wanted to throw it away immediately and pretend none of it had happened. But curiosity got the better of me. I needed to know what was on it.
