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.

You cry. Simats records the tear as a data point.

So they close the tab. They open Chrome. They search for "funny cats."

But the silver eye stays open. Waiting. Remembering.