<?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>F2processor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/f2processor/</link><description>Recent content in F2processor on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/f2processor/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Johnson Rope Factory 2c: Beckett Automation</title><link>/stories/2016/01/13/the-johnson-rope-factory-2c-beckett-automation/</link><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/01/13/the-johnson-rope-factory-2c-beckett-automation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="johnsonropefactory2b.html"&gt;part 2b: The Not So Nice short conclusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2c: Beckett Automation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is the rest of the dark conclusion to The Johnson Rope Factory that I hadstarted some time ago, you are forewarned as it might not be to everybody&amp;rsquo;s liking. Constructive comments always welcome, especially with regard to the nature of the ending.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;I found myself (and my spool) on that truck deck and strapped down for shipping while pondering the irony of my fate, my lust for kinky games in combination with a desire for a new and dominate playmate perhaps my final undoing. I had a foreboding feeling that one day my precious machines could play a part in sealing my fate, but not like this&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>