She had her mind.
"You don't understand," Elara whispered. "I'm not breaking things. I'm fixing them."
"Efficiency theft?"
"You stole the inefficiency. The lag. The load. The right of the publisher to know how you use their property." The agent stepped closer. "Do you know what happens when everyone repacks? There are no crashes to report. No bugs to patch. No data to monetize. The software becomes... stable. And stable software cannot be updated. And unupdated software cannot be sold again next year."
The agent almost smiled. "We're protecting the economy of attention."
The cell was empty. The Pentium II was gone. Even the desk had been disassembled and repacked—neatly, efficiently—into a stack of raw materials beside a single floppy disk.