Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"I don't know. There are some prophecies about the end of the world? Maybe she wandered off, maybe she's waiting for that, maybe she matured somewhat and contents herself hovering in the neonatal intensive care unit drinking tears, or something."
"The world Annie and I are from now isn't very Eru-flavored. It has bad things but they have obvious not-divine causes and nothing gets in the way of improving them."
"I'm curious whether it's Eru-flavored compared to other no-magic societies of its tech level - ours, or Cam's Earth, or any place Anaander knows of -"
"Has it got, like, Earth stuff - World War II, Diet Coke, penguins, denim, Paraguay, Buddhism, hamburgers, the Pacific Ocean, one moon with good eclipses, the United Nations, malaria, bad airplane food, Ferris wheels, Chinese Communism, Nobel Prizes, rubber ducks, Wikipedia, feral pigeons..."
"Yes. The continents match my original also for some reason, or are close enough that they seem familiar if I'm near a relief globe."
"Norwegian is structually similar to what I grew up speaking and is from the right place but they aren't mutually intelligible. I don't remember enough samples of languages from elsewhere on my original to have tried to make more matches, it was a long time ago."
"When I encountered the globe I realized I'd never been near a relief map of Arda and thought maybe every planet would have them the same for some reason but now I don't know."
"Now I wonder if the cities are alike at all - here's Tirion seen from a helicopter, Rirosseth -"