I found a flash drive in a regular sausage: at first I thought the flash drive had accidentally ended up in the food until I checked its contents!

The grocery store is a cathedral of the mundane, a place where the predictable rhythm of consumerism lulls us into a sense of absolute security. We trust the labels, the vacuum seals, and the sterility of the brightly lit aisles. My routine errand on a Tuesday evening was no exception. I navigated the store with the practiced indifference of someone who had walked these aisles a thousand times, eventually settling on a standard package of sausages—the same brand and variety I had purchased for years. There were no strange encounters, no shadows in the parking lot, and no reason to suspect that the plastic-wrapped tray held anything other than a simple meal.

That night, dinner was a hurried affair. I cooked several of the sausages, eating them while distracted by a podcast, noticing nothing unusual in their flavor or texture. I was hungry and tired, and the food was exactly what I expected it to be. I placed the remaining links in the refrigerator, destined for the next morning’s breakfast, and went to bed with the quiet satisfaction of a completed day.