A piece of groupware now took it upon itself to hunt Jane down on the local Net and make its presence known. Jane was rather proud about the groupware. It was the only groupware she’d ever installed—ever seen , even—that actually worked, in the sense that it genuinely helped a group manage rather than slowly driving its users bughouse. Unfortunately the code was cryptware—it reencrypted itself every goddamn month and demanded a payoff before unfreezing—but she kept up the lease out of her own pocket, even though paying actual money for code was an archaic pain in the ass.