<?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>Copy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/copy/</link><description>Recent content in Copy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/copy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Magnus 360</title><link>/stories/2012/04/29/the-magnus-360/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/04/29/the-magnus-360/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Shit!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Murray played the traffic, found a gap and made a u-turn, headed back to the lab. He was supposed to send Syd a report and he had forgotten. Didn&amp;rsquo;t see the point, actually. But the Magnus 360 was making them rich and if the boss was a micromanager, well, so be it. Syd was supposed to be on vacation. Key word: supposed. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Murray pulled into the lot, let himself in the front door. There was no security to speak of other than a few locks. The industrial complex had guards, but they stayed outside. As he passed Syd&amp;rsquo;s office he glanced at the bank of monitors on the wall. The cameras weren&amp;rsquo;t for security, it was just Syd&amp;rsquo;s way of keeping an eye on things. Murray stopped. Someone was at Dick&amp;rsquo;s workstation - and it wasn&amp;rsquo;t Dick.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>