<?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>Chairs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/chairs/</link><description>Recent content in Chairs on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/chairs/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Entering Rubber Society 5: The Office</title><link>/stories/2014/06/29/entering-rubber-society-5-the-office/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/29/entering-rubber-society-5-the-office/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="enteringrubbersociety4.html"&gt;part four&lt;/a&gt;
Part 5: The Office&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Katherine exited the automated cab as gracefully as she had entered. Her tall white latex figure drew admiring glances from the passers-by as she stepped to the entrance of the News and Entertainment building, a tall black glass monolith of a structure from the previous century.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Walking through the building lobby, she was conscious of the stares of others, both the rubbered and the unrubbered. She decided confidence was the best option and walked in quick, if tiny, steps to the security portal.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>