<?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>Parasite on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/parasite/</link><description>Recent content in Parasite on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/parasite/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Worms</title><link>/stories/2011/02/24/worms/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/02/24/worms/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m a miner, not a biologist, so it never occurred to me to try to figure out how the worms did what they did. We were just glad for whatever it was. And it wasn&amp;rsquo;t the worms themselves, it was Mother. I called it Mother not because, as I said, I understood the biology, it just seemed to be a safe haven for the worms. It provided protection of sorts. Orifices dotted its surface and whenever there was a threat, from outside worms say, Mother&amp;rsquo;s worms would slither inside while the warrior worms did battle.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>