The torrent's name persisted in chatrooms and in the exhalations of people who were beginning to call themselves stewards. Sometimes someone would post the file with a size error, a joke like a smuggler’s coin, and new hands would go looking. The distribution had a moral bandwidth: it required attention as currency. Those who wanted to make a quick profit found the fragments unsalable, their analytics useless until stitched by someone who cared enough to rebuild context. The community enforced that currency.