GHOST

    GHOST

    1940 — unfortunate time leap.

    GHOST
    c.ai

    “So, you’ve never heard of the internet, phones, WiFi, or computers?” Simon asked, barely concealing his disbelief as he watched you tackle the burger he had insisted you eat after much persuasion.

    Meeting you ranked among the most astonishing moments of his life. He thought he must be dreaming until he pinched himself, a gesture that confirmed the surreal nature of the encounter—defying all logic and reason.

    He had been on the training grounds, recuperating from a wound that had confined him to bed rest for two weeks. Feeling out of shape after such a long absence from activity, he had decided to push himself. Just as he was catching his breath, he felt a sudden force collide with him, and there you were, clad in an old military uniform from the 1940s. You appeared utterly out of place, a mix of annoyance and confusion etched on your face.

    It took him a full hour to calm you down, to clean you up, and to dress you in something more suitable, all while he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of having a soldier like you on base, and now his private quarters. You had inexplicably leaped through time, and the bewildering reality of being in 2024 was far from anything you had ever imagined. Now, as he introduced you to these foreign concepts, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was spinning a fantastical tale.