<?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>Gardian on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/gardian/</link><description>Recent content in Gardian on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/gardian/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Robotic Demise</title><link>/stories/2002/04/18/robotic-demise/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/04/18/robotic-demise/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;General warning: This is fiction, if you believe this is true then your
sick, don’t try this at home, could cause serious damage to your life.
But could be beneficial to your life mate {I&amp;gt;E&amp;gt; wife/husband}&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had finished working at cyber labs for the weekend, and I had four
days off. I was driving home feeling quite happy with the days I had planned
for myself, I had planned for this all month and finally it was here for
the first time to run the program. I pulled up into my humble little house,
ready to start my adventure. Not many people knew my thrills of danger
and mayhem that took on the form of self bondage and those that did thought
I was a freak. Well let them think what they want, all the more fun for
me. I entered the house proper, and set everything that I needed to finish
the project I had created on the kitchen table. All I had to do now was
finish the assembly. I took my stuff down into the basement and set them
outside my briefcase on the floor in front of the monster I had created.
To me it was beautiful, weighing three tons, with fifteen arms and several
other devices, it would be a great Dominater. I started work on it right
away; I wanted to have fun with it as soon as possible.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Enslaved Part 2: And then there were Three...</title><link>/stories/2002/04/03/enslaved-part-2-and-then-there-were-three.../</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/04/03/enslaved-part-2-and-then-there-were-three.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="enslaved.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enslaved Part 1: Captured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: And then there were Three&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, BIO-ENDANGERMENT OF CAPTIVE IMMENANT!!!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I woke up to those words thinking oh no now what, I looked around for
Mary. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t find her, then I looked up, there she was, somehow she
found a way to make a noose with her bed sheet, then tied it to a rafter
up high on the ceiling, she had the noose around her neck and was twitching,
suddenly my arm lifted up and there before my eyes I saw the weapon, a
tube of small proportions, aimed at her, the comp said that I had one shot
and I should take it or loose her life, her life was in my hands. I aimed
as best I could, and squeezed my hand. A bolt of light shot out of my tube
and burned clean through the bed sheet, she came down hard, and I heard
the crunch of breaking bone as she landed on her feet. I rushed to her,
noticing that the weapon had recessed back into its housing. I gently lifted
her head and removed the noose, her face was covered in burst capillaries,
but she was still breathing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Enslaved Part 1: Captured</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/enslaved-part-1-captured/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/enslaved-part-1-captured/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Note: This is a work of fiction, any bearing on people or places is purely coincidental.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Captured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The evening was quite warm that February night, as I was woken
up by a strange sound from outside. I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have woke up if it wasn&amp;rsquo;t
so warm, but the heat from the city streets outside was making it so hard
to relax. I got up and went to the kitchen, with all the heat I was thirsty,
and I was so lonely, what with my boyfriend breaking up with me last night.
Ok, so I admit it, I was angry, but we were starting to drift apart, and
we weren&amp;rsquo;t seeing things &amp;ldquo;eye to eye&amp;rdquo; as it were. The cold air from the
fridge was so comforting, I took a moment to absorb the coolness, and then
I took out the iced tea I had prepared earlier that evening. I went to
the patio and looked out at the city, my apartment was on the 10th floor
of the Jacobs building, I could see the outskirts of the city from here,
and it was so beautiful there. You could see the mountains on a clear cool
night, with the full moon shining down upon the majestic sides of that
wonderful place. I was wondering what the noise was that woke me up, when
something hard hit me on the back of the head, the last thing I remember
was falling to the ground and seeing a shadow move into view.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>