An hour later, while they lay together enjoying the afterglow, Murdock broke the silence.
“I suppose we should get married,” he said to the roof of the cavern.
Rose rolled over to look at him in shock. “Okay, if you say so. Are we talking religious or civil ceremony?” she asked.
“Oh, just a civil ceremony is fine with me,” he stated seriously.
“Then you’re going to be one busy man!”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, you need to re-invent medical science, for the blood tests and so we can be properly poked, prodded, and generally abused by strangers; you need to re-invent paper and a printing press for all those invitations to people who don’t really matter; and you can’t forget about the government, so our lives can be properly controlled by those who don’t care, and so we can be taxed and p
