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My USB Flash Drive died yesterday.

Actually, its probably died a few days ago as I was tossing it around and dropped it repeatedly on the floor. But I had only just discovered its rotten putrid plastic corpse was dead yesterday. Yes, when it comes to technology care, I am El Supremo Destructor.

So its dead. I know this because when I plug its USB interface into my laptop the OS no longer recognizes it. Then, I remove it and plug it in again. And again, and again. Despite higher logic knowing that it is dead and no longer functioning, some primal aspect of my engineering mind is thinking that repetitive coitus between the flash drive and the laptop would somehow cure the flash drive of its impotence.

Though in retrospect, that's a bit like flash drive necrophilia.

But I am unbowed. After repeatedly inserting and removing the flash drive from my laptop, I move on to violating my desktop with the same urgent fervor that is typically reserved for moments when a man decides that chastity, in fact, is not for him.

Unsatisfied with the (non) results, I take my flash drive home and proceed to violate my USB hub with the flash drive's cold plastic corpse. Occasionally the flash drive's light would turn on but the computer would still not detect it.

Finally, after a day and night of techno plastic orgy, I have conceeded that in fact, my flash drive is no longer capable of "it".

So I am going to send it to some data recovery people. They can't save it, but maybe, just maybe, some of my data will make it out of that corpse.

Meanwhile, I am going to plug this flash drive into my desktop again, against reason, to see if it will work.