Microwind 3.1 had no such switch. It was offline, raw, and brutally honest—a pure VLSI simulator that could draw a 50nm transistor with the elegance of a Renaissance sketch.
One evening, a datachip arrived at his lab, smeared with Martian regolith dust. No return address. Just a sticky note: "Run it locally. Air-gapped only."
All because he chose to download the old version—the real version—one last time.