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The arrangements are all set. The date will be the 4th July - Samantha’s family are very happy about that, patriotic as they are. (The fireworks will look great as Sam walks down the aisle). We’ve booked the most fantastic venue, the White House Lawn - my family will be happy about that too, considering our family tree. We have an 100% RSVP rate (why wouldn’t we? This is the event of the week).
The preparations are almost all complete. Tomorrow’s the big day. I’ve got the paperwork in order, but of course these days, the paperwork is almost all handled on the spot when we exchange vows. Thank goodness for progress.
I’m ready and waiting with my best man behind me, well at least I think it’s actually him. I would be pissed if he sent his summariser avatar. Surely he can make time for this, the wedding of his no.1 ranked best friend.
Sam is walking down the aisle now. She looks beautiful in her white dress and white Gucci NFT veil (she had to convince me about that one, but I see the cost is worth it now). Sam steps in front of me and lifts her veil. She has my favourite skin on, her crystal blue eyes and blonde hair - she looks stunning with OpenMarilyn on. The pastorGPT lifts up a tablet and says “Do you accept the terms and conditions?”. I turn to Sam, and say my vows. I have a tear in my eye.
She starts her vows - “As an AI language model…”