K the hacker showed me the tipped toolbar, and I was snorting with laughter.   I wanted him to tell me how but the explanation was in-kind accelerated gibberish, with waving hands and technological segues that included needing to change locations and check computers elsewhere, like the library.  he might have said, you just slip right under, d’oy.  i think I’ll build a pert-near impenetrable steel door (that’s your password, your banking software extraordinaire, thumbprint technology), and hang it on a pine frame lightly tacked to the building. The nature of the writing is how the ones and zeros hang onto the internet, I consulted him for edification, confirmation, that I saw how it works beforehand, and ran these sightings by him, can it be, I’d implore, and then describe.  It was all actually very simple, except of course for knowing the languages, which takes another kind of brain from mine.  I have other talents, color seeing, and getting through the day.