Real Or Not

Either this was very real Role-playing, or this was the war, and by the reactions and expression on the couple in the room… this wasn’t a game. But… that couldn’t be. It was impossible, preposterous nonsense that still hadn’t been reached in their science and technology yet. It was beyond what they had.“What year is it…” he still questioned out of the need for an answer and confirmation that this was an idiotic thought, because it was. The soldier turned to gaze at him, trying to seem less dangerous so he’d answer. He still seemed understandably hesitant and reluctant, but he opened and closed his mouth, like a fish out of water, a few stutters of words and letters, and then-“1943,”