by Roger Fritz, 4-28-00, 235 words
David walked down the aisle in sparkling black. By his side, his bride-to-be floated in creamy satin. He felt like ice cream. In his pockets were tickets on the India Star, a luxury cruiser departing the next day for the rings of Saturn.
He was imagining his wife linking arms with him as they gazed out the windows of the observation deck at incredible views. The minister said, "...speak now or forever hold your peace, and a wave of turning heads at a man in a green suit who'd stood up in the back row.
"Don't do it, Sylvia," he called, "I love you!"
Sylvia stamped her feet. "Stop it, Jerry! You're ruining my wedding!" She pulled up her left sleeve and held her arm in the air. "No tattoo," she yelled, "I don't belong to you anymore!"
Jerry sank back into his seat, hands over his face.
Sylvia turned back to the minister, looking determined. David smiled and drifted back to imagining their honeymoon. It had taken him eleven years to get tickets to Ring-Viewing, and it would be delicious to share it with his new wife.
"... do you take this android to be your new wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, till the terms of the leasing contract do you part?"
"I do," David said, and what he thought was, "What a wonderful time to be in love."
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