<?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>G Man on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/g-man/</link><description>Recent content in G Man on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/g-man/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Chloe</title><link>/stories/2006/05/02/chloe/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/02/chloe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She was in a padded cell unlike anything she had known. It was on
the small side, but not cramped. The walls were padded in a soft white. The lighting was warm and illuminating, coming from a
mirrored ceiling. On one wall was a &amp;ldquo;couch&amp;rdquo; formed into it seamlessly. The
wall curved out and then back to the floor to
provide the seat. The floor was covered in an off white spongy
rubber like material. Firm enough to be stable to walk on but
with enough spring to prevent injury. Over near the couch though,
it was apparent that the floor was different. The material there
seemed looser and softer, looking almost like a nest.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>