The network is so transient and... [he waves a hand, trying to think of a good word. He settles on one that's ok but not what he was trying to pull out of his head;] Weird. Like, it doesn't actually even exist, right? Except between us numbered. So we'd probably have to write it down somewhere. Physically. Or on a computer, locked down. And hell, we could even post it to pastebin or something. Normal folks would just think it was fiction!