The human female has oft been heard to say, “My life is on that USB.” Sure, she does back things up in other places, but that little piece of plastic and silicon is where she keeps all her writing, her photos, the giant herbarium database she’s been working on for years, etc., etc. I don’t know what she’d do without it.
Lately, though, it has failed a few “save” operations and it often takes more than one try to get a good read…
Uh, oh. Too late.