Finally, he typed: “how to be good.”

He’d downloaded it six months ago, drawn by the promise of “end-of-life” data hygiene. No cookies. No cache. No history. Every tab you closed was really closed. But the fine print, the one buried under three layers of EULA legalese, was worse.

Not because he didn’t know what to type. But because the browser knew too much about what he would type.