<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Daemon on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/daemon/</link><description>Recent content in Daemon on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/daemon/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Slaved to Machines</title><link>/stories/2010/02/17/slaved-to-machines/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/17/slaved-to-machines/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Confident, I walk through the hallway to my bedroom carrying a small black box in my hand. It contains the final piece I needed for the setup. Essentially part of the brains of what would soon be both my lover and tormenter for hours on end. Arriving in my room I walk over to a table that is covered with tools, components and drawings. From under a stack of paper, I recover a white plastic box roughly the size and shape of a shoebox. One side of the box is covered with connectors. The top contains a couple of buttons, a display and an empty slot. Using a pair of tweezers, I extract a chip from the small black box and carefully place it in the slot. After I&amp;rsquo;m sure it&amp;rsquo;s in and secure I flip a switch. A green led lights up and a red one starts to blink. The display shows a selfcheck and then complains there&amp;rsquo;s no hardware attached&amp;hellip; Satisfied I switch it back off. It&amp;rsquo;s complete..&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Slaved to Machines Part 2</title><link>/stories/2010/02/09/slaved-to-machines-part-2/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/09/slaved-to-machines-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="slavedtomachines1.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;beep -&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel it returning to the room. The breeze as the bedroom door opens and closes. Its (Its, not his! Not his!) feet over the carpet. The voice, taunting me. “Now then. Did you take time to think?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I turn my head towards the voice, somewhere behind me. Still with defiance, I retort: “Think of what?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Merely a chuckle, in front of me now. “Are you ready to serve me?” The dildo comes forward again, suddenly pressing against my lips.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Slaved to Machines Part 1</title><link>/stories/2010/02/01/slaved-to-machines-part-1/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/02/01/slaved-to-machines-part-1/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Confident, I walk through the hallway to my bedroom carrying a small black box in my hand. It contains the final piece I needed for the setup. Essentially part of the brains of what would soon be both my lover and tormenter for hours on end. Arriving in my room I walk over to a table that is covered with tools, components and drawings. From under a stack of paper, I recover a white plastic box roughly the size and shape of a shoebox. One side of the box is covered with connectors. The top contains a couple of buttons, a display and an empty slot. Using a pair of tweezers, I extract a chip from the small black box and carefully place it in the slot. After I&amp;rsquo;m sure it&amp;rsquo;s in and secure I flip a switch. A green led lights up and a red one starts to blink. The display shows a selfcheck and then complains there&amp;rsquo;s no hardware attached&amp;hellip; Satisfied I switch it back off. It&amp;rsquo;s complete..&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>