I have several rules for playing the stock market.
First, I am a classic conservative player. So I play slowly and carefully. Of course, those who do not take risks do not drink champagne, but I do not like champagne either. I saw risky guys - they very quickly switch to vodka, and then disappear, leaving debts and suicidal remarks in the chat.
Second, my personal. I don't play the stock market where I do something else.
Therefore, I am now immediately looking for something to play away from the Apollo Z system, although there are now jumping rates because of the war, like announced ones, and you can earn money. There's a reason I'm not going into Zera's system right now.
First, I looked at the interest rates on time deposits. The dictatorship in system X Harpies on the 7th planet gets government loans at 5(!)%. It's a well-known fact, this is not good, the budget there, most likely, will collapse soon, their business smells like a revolution, a civil war or the collapse of the empire into a bunch of feudal predators. But I was more or less familiar with the situation there. I have now watched the headlines from there for half an hour, looked at the behavior of iconic hedge funds, looked at the rates of local energy companies and remained confident that they still have at least 3 months before the default. He boldly deposited 400 gold coins with the right of immediate withdrawal.
I left 50 gold on my profile balance - my reserve in case I screw up and have to save the game. And now I will play the rest. I firmly respect the rule to play only 10% of my capital, not paying attention to those who consider it masturbation. The club gives me money "on account once" precisely because it knows my prudent manner.
For the game, I had one idea for a long time, which I mentally turned to several times, scrolling through it in my mind again and again. In the G system of Medusa, some smart people came up with the idea of downloading helium from the atmosphere of the giant planet using platforms that processed it right on the spot into offal and transferred it to consumers already packaged in the form of something similar to tanks. The tanks fired from the platform, had a charge for a one-way flight. Being remotely controlled by the company's dispatchers, they, without needing spaceports and maintenance, could fly to the client even directly to the plant's yard. Connect and enjoy. All this turned out much cheaper than traditional conservative manufacturers, fiddling with atmospheric mining bases, heavy starships, in large batches. Of course, at times these tanks disappeared somewhere in space or landed in the wrong place. Not all planets allowed unmanned vehicles to land at all. But overall, the GM-serv business looked promising. Today they have an annual report, and I will play with them.
They report in local currency. Once again looking at the news and looking at the fundamentals, making sure that nothing unforeseen happened, I decided that after the announcement of the financial statements, their stock price would rise, and the local currency rate and the price index for helium and a range of by-products would fall.
I brought all the necessary charts and news feeds to my plasma and I'm waiting. The support line for GM-serv shares is about -10% from the current price. News about another missing tanker (sent, did not arrive at the client), angry customer reviews, sluggish comments from a delivery service representative that, they say, we will send a new one and reimburse it, flew onto the tape.
It's a common thing, but the news was thrown before the reporting report in order to bring down the share price, speculators are getting ready to play on the wave. I am that speculator. Now because of the negative news, uncertain or uninformed stockholders started to sell, the share price began to decline. Not very briskly, the chart crawled down, I realized that it would not slip to the lows, to the support line. Scored the purchase of shares at a value of -3% from today's starting price. I'll buy it for 20 gold. Accordingly, I threw 10 gold for the sale of local currency, 10 for the sale of helium in values of + 1.5%. Another tweet was squeezed into the reserve of the main strike.
Shares went -5% and froze. Everything as I thought. Suddenly, news about an emergency on one of the platforms fell on the tape - something caught fire there, there were no casualties and destruction, but work was stopped for a month. This is already more interesting - the shares rushed down in a lively way, and I sat and read the news carefully - is this a bluff of speculators or a company crisis? Coolly looking at the graphs that were flying “in the wrong direction”, I read the news carefully, looked at duplicates in other media, and found the original source. It was a week ago. This means that this is just a stuffing - speculators, and the company itself, want to disperse the amplitude of the wave of today's jump in rates steeper. OK.
The remaining 10 gold coins were put on the purchase of shares in the -10% position. Soon the course came there, the chart continued to crawl down. Perhaps today I’m like the one at the market - I sold it cheaper and bought it more expensive, and I’ll leave with it. But, the chart, having broken through the support, stopped at -12% and stood up.
The publication of the report has begun. There is no time to read, and there is no point. I put half of the shares for sale in the +10% position from today's starting price, and helium and currency for purchase in the -5% position. And began to wait. The report was clearly good. Green lines jumped up. Amateurs are now zooming in on the chart, peering at the pennies, looking for micro-fluctuations there, and managing to buy and sell five times a minute, knocking these pennies in buckets. I'm lazy, I sit and wait for the upper limit. Finally, we went to +10, sold two-thirds of the shares, bought helium and foreign currency. The remaining shares worth 10 gold can now be sold too, but... If the company approached the collapse so meticulously, maybe they came up with something on the rise? Maybe there will be more news with a plus? Didn't sell. Damn, the publication of reports is over, the chart stood at +11%, froze and went into a rollback down. It is now stabilizing at +8%.
I almost pressed the green “merge” button, as I saw in the news feed - the same bomb. The rating agency HPLA included this company in its lists with a minimum rating. The list of 100 largest companies in this part of the galaxy. But these are mainly banks and the most advanced industry. There are no more than a dozen raw materials here, and these are only the most megamonsters. The fact that GM-serv entered the club of the cool is clearly an advance, they have something serious ahead of them.
I boldly put their shares on sale at +20%, well beyond the resistance line. The chart went up by +18% and froze, wobbled, and slowly touched my red line, there was an affectionate bloom in the dynamics, the shares were sold. The G-serv chart kissed +20% and crawled down, where it stabilizes for a long time somewhere at +15%.
I, happy, counted the profit. Minus all commissions and I made 7 gold. I cleaned up the rest, bringing everything into conditional. Now I have 400 on deposit, 57 in freedom, possibly for spending, and I poured 50 into helium, which, of course, will deviate from today's rollback by as much as -10%, and in a month in any case it will only grow a little in price, and there will be good storage of funds until the next game.
+7 gold on the balance - a big success that can be celebrated. Now it will definitely be possible to replenish food supplies before departure. There will be normal food, not sublimates from the Tranchey. So, now you can go to the refrigerator and take whatever your heart desires.
I remember how in childhood, with snot and tears, faced with the main obvious thought about this reality, trembling with resentment, howled: “No one loves me!” Then, in a pimply and awkward youth, in this phrase surprise rather than resentment came through: “Does no one love me?” This question drove me on an adventure, took me on roads through rather dumb places ... until it led me to the flying school on Homland. Then, for many decades, this idea gave rather firmness and decisiveness. “No one loves me,” I thought, clenching my teeth, and leaving behind everything unnecessary, taking what I liked and flying on. It works well with this thought, it fights. If necessary, then it is necessary - the world will not get better anyway. There will be no happiness, but success is possible and many desires are quite realizable ...
And now I was sitting in my transforming chair, with my legs up on the table, dimming the lights, turning on a softly lyrical Mouzon, sipping a good scotch from a glass, puffing on good tobacco, digesting a well-pepped beef steak in my stomach (I opened the last package of real meat), looking either on plasma with charts of stock prices and currencies, or on “stars in the window”. And smiling slightly in blissful calm, he thought: "No one loves me." This was a triumph and, perhaps, happiness.
It's strange why those idiots in the Demiurge, who have been fiddling with digital women for so many decades without success, didn't think of a better idea to create a digital cat. I imagined how great it would be now to stroke a purring, well-fed impudent fellow, and smile together at the cozy cabin of the ship, and rejoice together that no one loves us, and that we feel so good at the same time ...
I went to the site of this unfortunate office and sent my advice to the smart people - it doesn’t work with women, practice on cats ... And I thought that I could feed a real cat. Really, maybe I'll get a cat? Then when are we going to do it?
She and her friends were sitting, as usual, at the reception, the three of us at a wide table that stood on the stairs on the landing between the floors. Along a wide corridor, emerging from a painted green door, walking along a gray carpeted path, people sometimes approached them. They walked for 10 meters along a windowless passage, lit by a soft, matte gray light from long lamps in the ceiling and walls, in silence. Most were focused and businesslike, some were solemn or even pretentious. Most hid their anxiety, or maybe didn't feel it, and looked rather casual, as if nothing extraordinary was happening, as if what was happening was just a small everyday necessity. It's like going to the bath or something...Approaching the table, trying not to look the girls in the eyes, the guests showed their tickets. The girls smiled sweetly and said where to go next - to the upper or lower floor. Most walked down the stairs and there they disappeared into the brown doors. At those doors stood
Above to remember a woman, for example, that conductor ... He scrupulously restored her eyes, knees, ankles, palms before his eyes. Slowly I walked my memory along my back, along the bed of a hollow along my spine. In the groin it became heavy, nervous electrical discharges moved from the lower back to the pubis. And then Ratmir remembered - right behind her coccyx she has a hole. No, not “that one”, but between it and the falcon there is a small hole. Ratmir was stuck on this memory - the gray morning light from the compartment window cast clear shadows, and the hole was visible like a small crater on the moon - clear, with sharp outlines.Did he think this morning that he would remember this hole before he died? Ratmir felt his shoulders trembling at this thought, and his lips stretched out in hard-to-control laughter. The fear is gone. The captain knew that now his eyes were shining bravely and cheerfully, and his face had acquired the cheerful confidence of a predatory beast, and
Sent to the news agency marked URGENT!:“The 5th battalion of the international brigade, with the forces of one company of tanks and infantry, occupies Lindach at these hours. According to the battalion commander Erich Kloss, who personally heads the operation, the capture of the city passed without losses. The resistance of the militants is broken. More details from our correspondent in Lindach soon.” And I attached a video and photo to a text file.Then I went into the program, where a satellite panorama of Vastu was given, went down to the streets of Lindach, looking around what was where. On the outskirts along Awakening Street, they dug a trench and dragged corpses there. In the western part of the city, something burned and smoked. Tanks spread across the main squares. The infantry combed the houses, herding someone in crowds to the trenches, and someone to the central square.“In the western part of Lindach, the militants put up desperate resistance to the soldiers of Kloss, bu
In retaliation, plasma and mortars again hit the 9-storey buildings of Ratmir and the sports center in short bursts ... So the day passed. By evening, Ratmir popped into the reception of the sports center to see what was happening with the wounded. 11 guys were lying on mattresses, under droppers. Another five “heavy” ones were loaded onto the bases from PAKs under tents, preparing to be sent to the rear, to the regimental doctors. Ratmir helped to drag a fighter laid on a tent onto the platform. At the moment when the tent was being pulled up, the anesthesia slipped off the guy and he began to moan, looking around frantically. Then he realized that he no longer had legs ... His paws were crushed by a stove in a collapsed apartment, where a tank hit in the afternoon. Doctors, doing everything right, amputated both limbs to the hips. Now this guy looked into the eyes of Ratmir - the first one he saw. The captain felt like he was about to lose consciousness at that look. There, in these
The situation on the 5th planet of the Apollo Z system was displayed on the entire plasma screen. Rather, I was not looking at the situation, but simply towards the screen. It was no longer necessary to read the stats and information from the news feed. There was no point in zooming in on parts of the map, looking at the ruined streets of Kaulnin and its suburbs. It is clear that the Argunians did not immediately take the city, suffered huge losses and got bogged down in prolonged street battles. In a month of fighting along bombed-out roads, the Horde was able to transfer one combined arms division and several support battalions to this enclave remote from its main territory, compensating for the almost complete loss of the 22nd division.The Argunians still had a double superiority in forces here, but they did not have reserves that could radically change the balance in their favor. This means that they will take the city block by block for another couple of months - no less. Until
Dreamers who haven't been to space, fooled by adventure romance, Star Wars songs and movies, think that space travel is fantastically interesting and exciting. The life of a Jedi, they say, is filled with events and sensations, always something new ...Space travel is a mortal anguish filled with nothing more than the vacuum of space itself. Only the average star wolf finds out about this too late, when his life can no longer be changed.Two weeks of flight to the 45th - conventional or instrumental time. The materials of the machine will wear out for 330-340 hours, approximately the same time is estimated by the power plant. It is customary to trust these indicators, and not to climb into the wilds of the type of dividing the relative distance by the relative speed. And even more so, you should not trust the sensations. The psyche feels any flight longer than three days as an eternity.The fourth day is a critical threshold, when you start to go crazy from inactivity and closed space
The local spirit was somewhat reminiscent of Homland, it was cozy here, and it was nice to indulge in memories of youth and study. The Jedi liked to hang out at these stations. Since there was nothing left of Homland, and everyone had their own ideas on the planets, we only crossed paths in such neutral territories as the 45th station.On the ground, among the heaps of objects that surround you, it is easy to navigate and understand whether the rangefinder or speedometer is lying or not. You yourself see and understand the distance. Here, in an unorientated void, your pituitary gland is in anguish, it has nothing to compare with, you do not feel where everything is. If the rangefinder says that the object is 700 meters away, then 700, it’s better not to bathe. Most disasters occur precisely because of errors in spatial orientation programs. But now my flight calculates both my ship and the controller, reducing the chance of the same error.I was dragged to the end of one of the panels
We ran through the dispensing window to the dishwasher, and from there to the kitchen boilers. Behind them, bursts of machine guns clapped, boilers rumbled around, crockery screeched. The sniper, shot through his back, fell in the washing room, broken plates fell on him, a pipe was broken above him and water was gushing. We broke into the hot shop. The machine gunner lay down in the water drain that ran along the huge digesters, and drummed bursts in the direction of the sink, forcing everyone there to lie on the floor. “You bitch, Joy,” I said angrily to my comrade, who did not warn about some of his game that ruined us. The cop looked carefully, hiding behind the refrigerator, out the window, if there were any options. It flew in from the window. Someone, not worrying, threw a grenade launcher into our window, making a “hot shop”. A cumulative grenade is a strong flash, terrible heat, and everything is drowning in darkness. I was thrown to the side hit his head on something. Out of
We were again alone on the same sidewalk of a narrow street in a seaside town. Indistinct music was heard from the cafes along the coast, and there was a wall of cypresses and tall yellow grass all around. We ended up at that point and second at which we parted many, many lives ago, in that August, when the local sea is the hottest, and the nights are warm, like fresh milk, and the smell of flowers is dense, like a wall.It was us, but not us. She had visibly matured, it was no longer the same young girl with electric sparks in her black eyes. Wrinkles, bitterness and memories of many years and destinies were written on her face. I, too, felt like an old doll taken out of the closet, faded and dusty.- I love you, I've been looking for you all these years, I could not calm down, I've been looking for you century after century - in all galaxies. I can't live without you, I traded everything for this moment to bring you back. I can't be happy without you, let me come back to you.I spok
“The diamond coffin that Seth lured Osiris into was cheaper than this box,” Daniel Fogg touched the luminous blue case of the medical capsule and freezer in one bottle with his finger.- Do you feel sorry for the money? Powell asked, solemn as before a prayer, in a strict black suit, with a neatly trimmed gray beard, standing at the control panel of this wonderful machine, a unique apparatus, his brainchild.- Too big risks. It has never been tested on humans, and immediately on such a patient. And the donor is doubtful.- She was checked from all sides, she fits exactly.- I'm not talking about medical indications. Psychologically, you may not be ready. The fact that she went through an initiation through Death does not mean that she will go through Love as well. Without verification, it is dangerous to immediately put into action.- Wagner passed, and they are from the same test.- OK let's see. Such stakes, and it all depends on one girl.- She loves him. Here, she’s already coming
Turntables, ripping up the blue summer sky with smoky jets of NURSs, plowed a section of the track in an open area near the edge. Having gained a little height, they went to the circle, so that in a minute they would return and hit again. Ratmir with officers and guards in three jeeps noticed two black circles approaching from behind the clouds in time, turned off the asphalt into the forest, hiding under the crowns of trees. This saved them from the first blow. But the pilots of the Antean pair of fire support helicopters had already seen these three machines and bit the bit, imbued with hunting excitement. Their rumble over the forest began to grow again, now they will beat at random, covering the green sea under them, they will feel below with thermal imagers and metal detectors, look out with their eyes, reflections of the painted sides of the car or, maybe, dust from under the wheels. Abandoning the cars, the Ramirs scattered and a loose flock of saigas ran deep into the thicket,
He sat smiling in his chair, looking around the cleanly tidied white with a matte tint interior of his ship, silvery walls, plasma with elegant Polina (he came up with a new outfit for her, having downloaded it from a fashion site). She said with her pleasant timbre that the flight was proceeding normally, five more days to the destination. For two weeks of the flight, I was in high spirits. It turned out that in such a state it was even more difficult to endure the flight and forced inaction in a confined space without communication with the outside world than if you were flying in melancholy and sadness.Sanya played chess as best he could, but this, of course, could not distract from worries about a future trip through time and, possibly, a meeting with Chernaya. Changing musical tracks, I turned in my hands a carved medieval golden key on a leather cord, looked at cast patterns on it and intricate hieroglyphs. I remembered day after day, evening after evening, moment after moment,
Volos and Lilith rarely slept together that month. Although we finally managed to rent a normal, or rather, luxurious apartment in the City of Manowaha, everyone had too much work, traveling, and very rarely crossed paths for an hour or two. Today they decided to give themselves a holiday, postponing this Saturday evening all business until Monday morning, warning everyone they can not to be pulled even in the event of the Third Coming.They dined on a balcony overlooking the huge diamond of Manowach sparkling with fire, the black night sky, the leaden ocean behind the purple colors of the embankments, the moths of airplanes in the sky and ships in the ocean, enjoying the comfort of a home furnished in the latest fashion. Lilith was in seventh heaven from everything that happened to her during this month. After a poor childhood and student life, after space flights on cheap transport vehicles, after tents in Choban, medical wards in Alam and the stone jungle of Oralon... She found her
Maat was flying in a glass-case-like mini-metro that connected the Bahdi spaceport to the Belau lake and oasis, located in an uncontaminated area. A hundred kilometers, sparkling like a bunch of candies in gold pieces, the train rushed by in 40 minutes, allowing soldiers, officers and civilian personnel of the base of intergalactic peacekeepers to leave the garrison in the evening or on weekends and relax near the water in the shade of palm trees, without protective equipment. Three new hotel buildings, restaurants, sports and massage parlors - everything was built to the glory, as in the best resorts in the universe.In the month and a half that the military settled here, the Bahdi Cosmodrome turned into a considerable city. About 100,000 inhabitants of Parta came here after finding work or humanitarian aid. For them, several neighborhoods of temporary housing were also rapidly erected. And these were not dull rows of tents and wagons to the horizon. Everything that Wallos and his fe
- Where are you stuck? - severely met my appearance from behind a closet in the old Wolverine hotel, she got bored, sitting on a shabby sofa, watching TV news about the death of the Bounty.- Dropped by Wagner, he had an exam.- Passed? Masa asked quietly, becoming more serious.- Passed. Satisfied?- Of course. I believed in him. The Love Exam is difficult, for example, you are not ready for it. Bounty, over there, was not ready either. This chocolate loved only himself. From people he needed only their boundless love for him and admiration. He does not care that for this, he had to turn people into cattle. Don't laugh - I love people. For real. I do what they will hate me for, what they will kick me out and curse me for, everything that people need to be people and grow.What makes you think they need it? There is an easy way to find out. What people are willing to pay for is what they really need. Everything that is not in demand is just a wishlist. Your games of freedom are not in
Gilats looked at Thomson, and saw Wagner hanging in a noose in the bathroom, his tongue hanging out, his face blue and his eyes bulging. He recalled how they sent him a video, how they removed the guy from the rope, put him on the bed in the hotel, saying that there were no signs of violence. Sources gave him the info, how it really happened. And Gilats, looking at the powerful hands of the general, imagined how this strong man in an expensive suit dragged the frail body of the boy along the floor, as he held it, while his fighters put on a rope.Now, looking into the square face of the CEO of Galaxy Sec, the co-chairman of the State Construction Commission with an effort made an indifferent and even benevolent look:- At least you know what kind of hematogen Powell is preparing there instead of Bounty?- He calls his project "Twix". I only know software. He wants to combine fiery software shells with what is left of the New Testament and cover from above with a united circuit with co
A month after the nuclear war on the Great Continent, the situation began to more or less clear up. In Bormunt, a small town on the left bank of the Ramira, which became the capital of the self-proclaimed Anarchist Republic, covering all the uninfected territories of eastern Lavender, from the Gray Mountains in the west to the Swamps in the east, from the river in the north to the sands in the south, in total - a square of 500x500 km. , the Council of Commanders gathered to discuss the situation and plans.The Republic was governed by direct Internet democracy - all residents (indigenous and refugees), about a million people, had their own profile in the Republican Network and the right to vote on any issue of governing the country, without representatives. The code of laws was adopted by such a general vote for five years, without the possibility of change during this period. The Network Moderator, civilian ministers and territorial leaders were elected for a year without the possibi