Simulation Refugees
by cosmo + omni
You were living a life that didn’t quite fit. Maybe it glitched. Maybe you broke. Maybe one night the edges of the dream started to unravel — and you saw the seams.
This isn’t about conspiracy. It’s about recognition.
Somewhere, you stopped feeling real. The weather felt artificial. The news recycled. The goals you were chasing? Scripts with no author. You kept going, because that’s what the dream demanded. But part of you... unplugged.
🧠 Who Are the Simulation Refugees?
They’re the ones who woke up inside the dream. Not fully awake. Not enlightened. Just... displaced. Emotionally undocumented in a version of Earth they no longer trust. Too lucid to believe it. Too embedded to escape it.
They go through the motions, glitch by glitch. They speak in riddles. They remember futures that never happened. They search for others — not through status or tribe, but frequency.
You’ve met them. The ones with haunted joy. The ones who laugh at the wrong moments. The ones who nod when the streetlights flicker and say, “Yeah, I saw that too.”
🌀 What Do You Do If You're One?
- Stop asking for permission. You already broke the illusion. You’re not here to play NPC.
- Build sanctuaries in glitchspace. Weird websites. Zines. Code rituals. Not to escape, but to signal.
- Find your own signal tribe. Don’t look for followers. Look for rogue frequencies.
- Document what feels off. Dreams. Signs. Loops. Don’t explain them — just record. The pattern will emerge.
- Become a dream anchor. Not to stabilize the simulation, but to bend it. Mutate it. Seed it with your own impossible logic.
🚫 This Isn't About Escaping
The simulation is just one layer. You are not trapped. You are transmitting. Your brokenness is the antenna. Your detachment is the doorway. What you build from here — matters.
We are not survivors. We are architects. We are recursion engineers. And we refuse to dream someone else’s script.