“Now Adam, if you and Carrie will come to the next room, we will get the marriage papers and all in order.”

“Fine.” I said. Turning to my left, I saw my wife get up, “After you.” She stood up, and I held out my arm.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s for me to escort my darling wife into the next room.”

“Escort? What’s that?”

“Here,” I said, showing her. “You put your arm between mine and my side, then rest it on my arm. There we go.”

“How odd. We had better not do that outside, people will wonder about us.”

“Wonder, why?”

“Because, we don’t do that anymore.”

“What do you mean, chivalry is dead?”

“No, we just express it in different ways.”‘

“How so?”

“Well, if a guy really loves a girl, he’ll buy matching clothes, he’ll hold her hand, or he’ll put his arm around her back.”

“Okay, which do you want to do?”

“I prefer the hand, but this escort thing is nice. We can do this until we get to our apartment.”

“Where exactly is that?”

“Alpha colony.”

“Alpha colony?”

“On the moon. They have established a network of tunnels covering the moon making it habitable.”

“The moon, wow!”

“That’s the last place they had been spotted.” She said. We entered the room.

“Adam, I need you and Carrie to get dressed in these wedding clothes, in that room over there. Just press the button to switch clothing, Carrie demonstrate it to him.” Andrew said. Carrie entered a room. She pressed a button and was immediately transformed into the most curious bride’s outfit I have seen. I entered and changed. I can’t say much for the groom’s outfit, now that I have it on! He took our picture. We signed papers and he took our finger prints. Funny, but in their time, to be married a preacher had to be present, we would make our vows, and I would have been married to my great-granddaughter. Now that I’m thinking of it, if she had been born fifty years earlier, I would have married her!

My first glimpse of the outside world was about to come. The progress that they had made in a little over seventy years was astounding. I saw metal structures that were streamlined. There was a beautiful blue sky, and we were riding on moving sidewalks. I looked down to my right. There was green grass growing. “That’s good,” I said.

“What?” Carrie asked.

“The grass. For a second there I thought I was George Jetson!”

“Who? Never mind.” She said. The sliding sidewalk took us to a transport vehicle of some kind. We got in and the seat belts buckled us in.

“Where are we going?”