<?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>Habitat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/habitat/</link><description>Recent content in Habitat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/habitat/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Natalie</title><link>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Natalie announced her arrival to Meyer in time for him to unlock the
door before she had to wait. He’s always so polite, she thought and considerate
too. Natalie thought it strange that Meyer did not get up when she entered
the tiny room as he usually did. The tall dark man- well they all were,
here, weren’t they? - remained seated, connected to the Sanctuary’s hard-wire
systems. He must be pre-occupied with something, she supposed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>