Jane kept careful professional track of the system’s incongruities, its wealth of senseless high-level knots and kinks and cramps. She kept her notes with pencil and paper, in a little looseleaf leather notebook she’d had since college. Mickey the sysadmin and Rick the code grinder had given Jane wary, weary looks when she’d first started working seriously on the Troupe’s system, but she’d more than proved her worth since then. She’d resolved screwups, seizures, and blockages that had had Mickey cursing wildly and Rick so mired in code that he staggered around camp like a blacked-out drunk.