They look at us and say we resemble their history. The ancestors of these Americans, I suppose, wielded swords and rode horses as they haven't for however many centuries. Whatever the future I desire, I'll be long gone before my world sees one like this.

[ A thoughtful pause, and then; ]

But they call America something else, as well. They call it the United States. My world is full of endless wars, large and small. A peaceful existence between realms is one dream I would take with me, if I could.

[ And maybe indoor plumbing. ]

My concern, for now, can only be the present.