the chairs were buzzing and almost invisible, yet you could see that they stretched for miles beneath the celebration dome. ushers nervously re-straightened their eyebrows, and hoped for the best. invitations were sold for an ounce of gold apiece, and the betrothed were said to be planning a life sized replica of a fleet of mastodons
the wedding of the millennium was upon us, and none too soon
the peasants were up in arms. they needed a feel good story to blind them from their hunger and the blood shortage. riots filled the streets, but for one day, all of humanity could look to the stars and dream of a cell phone implant receiver under their skin, instead of a infected bot fly egg infestation
secretly, they signed the divorce papers in private an hour before the ceremony, and placed them in a gilded envelope, stamped with wax insignias of their various sponsors. this marriage was too big to fail, but if it did, it would be at the discretion of the corporation