Critics call it dangerous. Privacy advocates call it a nightmare. But the users—the ones who have lost parents, lost lovers, lost the plot of their own lives—they call it home. Because Simats doesn't cache web pages. It caches context.
Simats doesn't give you a list of links. Instead, the screen fogs over like a windshield on a cold morning. A grainy video plays—not from YouTube, but from a hard drive you wiped five years ago. It is your old kitchen. Your dog is younger. The radio plays exactly that song. simats browser
Most people aren't.
The icon is a silver crescent moon with an open eye inside it. Most people scroll past it in the app store, mistaking it for a meditation tool. They are half right. Critics call it dangerous