But labyrinths guard their gold. The thrill of illicit installation brought nervous laughter and furtive glances. The janitor who drifted by with his broom was more sentinel than caretaker; the vice-principal, with his tie like a noose of rules, could appear where least expected. The school’s policy system was vast and subtle: a lockdown alert on a forgotten tablet, a blocked network route, an automatic update that turned boons into ash. There were stories — urban legends of kids whose installed files corrupted schedules, of pop-up windows that flicked detention slips into being. Some believed technology had a mind of its own, that it favored the methodical and punished the reckless.