He paused. Memory flicked: his cousin Meera, who had lost a weekend to a "free movie" that had turned his laptop into a slow, coughing thing that demanded a hefty fee to resurrect. He thought of the countless creators—actors, dubbing artists, composers—whose labor underpinned those pixelated pleasures. The idea of taking without giving, of treating a crafted story as a disposable file, tugged at a quiet unease.