Lying in his sleeping bag, Kazi pointed at the starry night, saying, "You see that? No north star. The closest in the first millennium BC is Kochab. Whoever created this simulation must have been super thorough."
"A simulation? What makes you say that?" Marta asked.
"I doubt we're actually back in the days of King Saul. Time travel would cause too many paradoxes. So the Heavenly Tower has to be a simulation. Plus, multiple attempts and versions? It has to be."
"...you ever think everything is a simulation?"
"Nah."
"Why not?"
"Dunno. I just don't think the things everyone else has felt and experienced are fake."
William pretended not to listen, despite verbally agreeing. He had taken a lot of weird shit when he was young. Even in the thick of it, where the world became faces of creatures he did not recognize, nothing indicated to him that the world was simulated. If everything was a simulation, then William would have discovered it then.
