He grinned. For ten minutes, he downloaded photos of 1920s dockworkers and scanned letters from the site. Then, just as he was saving a crucial map, the page flickered. The school’s IT had patched the Translate loophole last week. The content vanished, replaced by the grey brick wall again. Slam.

“Exactly. A proxy is a borrowed coat. Translate is a disguise. A VPN is a whole secret hallway built just for you.” She ruffled his hair. “Just don’t use it to watch YouTube during math.”

Maya finally put her laptop aside. “You’re using public tricks. The school knows those. You need a private tunnel.” She opened a clean browser window. “Ever heard of a VPN ?”