“I’m glad you agreed to meet with me,” said Father of the Light Held Open. “Pre-marital counseling is no longer a legal requirement, but it’s still a good idea.”

“Well, it took me about an hour to convince Wirehead that we needed to do this. He’s a little stubborn.” Samantha smiled at Wirehead who was sitting on the couch next to her. He smiled back, but was faking his pleasure with the whole idea.

Wirehead looked at the Father and said, “I love her. That’s all that matters. I don’t need a meeting to decide that. I hunger for her. When we’re apart I can smell her, taste her, know that I would not exist without her. Without her imprint on my circuitry I’m just an oversized iPod.”

“You mean, iBod, don’t you?” asked the Father. “You are an iBod, right?”

“That’s correct. I’m an iBod who would be nothing but an iPod without my beautiful Samantha.” Wirehead glanced at his bride-to-be and smiled.

“I can see you feel passionately about Samantha,” Father said. “Let’s talk about my fee before we begin.”