<?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>Resuit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/resuit/</link><description>Recent content in Resuit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/resuit/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Latex Fembot</title><link>/stories/2019/06/15/the-latex-fembot/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/15/the-latex-fembot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Working from home one day, I was sitting at my desk writing my latest cyberpunk novel. Recently, one of my stories had been adapted into a film that had received significant acclaim, and finally I was in the position that most writers can only dream about. After a significant number of hours with study progress I decided to reward myself with a spot of Jeopardy, so as to take my mind off of the work for a bit. As I was watching it an advertisement came up for a company called Fembot Inc. I had heard about them before, and watched the commercial with great interest. Quickly grabbing a pen and paper, I wrote down the address and got into my car.
Parking downtown, I made my way into the store where I was greeted by the smell of metal and latex. It was extremely intoxicating, and I almost didn’t notice the fembot who came put to me.
“Greetings” She said in a sultry robotic voice “How may I help you today?”
“Looking to buy a suit”
“Excellent, right this way”
She took me to the counter where we perused the options. Picking one and some accessories, I paid with my card and was soon on my way, with delivery secluded for later that week. 
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