A friend was asking for ideas for a story she was working on. I gave her this: a mysterious warez crew who releases sloppy cracks of gold masters three or four days before said GM actually exists, much less is being legally distributed. They may have been named “The 36” or “The 38” but the name faded as I woke up, I know they were called “The (a two-digit number)”. Anyway, if someone else cracks the same program, all copies of this crew's crack vanish from everything except memory.
When I made this suggestion, my friend's affect went absolutely flat, and she left. I guess she didn't like it. In the waking world, she works at a game studio, so I could understand some distaste for the idea of fictional crackers, but this was kinda weird and over the top.
Anyway. Then I woke up with a male voice in the back of my head whispering “hydro” every few seconds. It shut up the instant I drank some water.
Back to sleep.
Oh, and if you want to steal The Thirty-whatever for a story that needs a vaguely supernatural warez crew, feel free. I've got no use for them. I don't know if data files generated by their cracks vanish along with the programs, decide what works for you.