<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>simmelation</title><link>https://simmelation.codeberg.page/</link><description>Recent content on simmelation</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-US</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://simmelation.codeberg.page/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The line</title><link>https://simmelation.codeberg.page/the-line/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://simmelation.codeberg.page/the-line/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Szczur&amp;rsquo;s thesis, first time I saw it, was in a reply to some guy&amp;rsquo;s Kalshi screenshot. The guy was showing his book — mostly sports, some political, a couple conflict contracts at nine cents. Szczur quote-tweeted it and said the nuclear detonation contracts were mispriced by two orders of magnitude and that anyone not long was leaving money on the table.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I bought sixty thousand shares of YES on &amp;ldquo;nuclear detonation event, ████████ theater, 180-day window&amp;rdquo; at a penny each. Six hundred dollars. Less than my monthly Metro pass and parking combined. Most of my portfolio&amp;rsquo;s normal. Tech earnings, Fed rate decisions, the occasional Senate confirmation when I have reason to think I know which way a vote&amp;rsquo;s going. The STOCK Act doesn&amp;rsquo;t cover vibes. I&amp;rsquo;m good at vibes. That&amp;rsquo;s half the job. The other half is emails.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Nightshift</title><link>https://simmelation.codeberg.page/nightshift/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://simmelation.codeberg.page/nightshift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;His phone rang at 1:47. The chiller alarm. He was already awake — his body had learned the timing years ago.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He dressed in the dark. Maryam didn&amp;rsquo;t stir. She&amp;rsquo;d stopped stirring for these calls around year four.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The truck started on the second try. February cold, the battery he&amp;rsquo;d been meaning to replace since autumn. He made a note. He was always making notes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Complex at two in the morning was a different building. The HVAC ran on night setback, so the air moved slower, which meant you could hear the structure. Pipe expansion in the risers. The sub-basement sump cycling on its float switch. Badge readers clicking through their diagnostic sequence, a sound like someone methodically cracking knuckles down a long hallway.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Markets for cruelty</title><link>https://simmelation.codeberg.page/markets-for-cruelty/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://simmelation.codeberg.page/markets-for-cruelty/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;… Finally, no discussion of New Columbian society would be complete without remarking on their so-called &amp;ldquo;emotional markets.&amp;rdquo; Emotional markets have their origin in the subdermal hormone regulators required for residency under the post-Devolution charter. The firmware patch that enabled remote monitoring of emotional states was initially treated as an illegal device modification attempt, rendering many early users catatonic as their regulators were disabled. See Emotionaut Panic, pp. 230-233. The military was the first organization with social standing to see the utility of monitoring and managing emotional states, particularly in resident conscripts. Their subsequent integration into corporate life created a growing population of lower middle class …&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>about</title><link>https://simmelation.codeberg.page/about/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://simmelation.codeberg.page/about/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;any resemblance to reality is unintentional.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>