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  <title>Tad's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I used to write short stories all the time, when I started to grow self-conscious of them. I stopped writing until recently, and found this site perfect for my fictional snippets.</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-07-06T15:32:06Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Tagged</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;As John stared skywards at the gray steel bulding, he started having second thoughts about getting the &amp;#8220;upgrade&amp;#8221;. The government&amp;#8217;s slogans had made it pretty clear the implant was relatively quick and painless, but having a microchip in your head would make anyone nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Instantaneous connection to the vast internet is now at your fingertips!&amp;#8221;. Sure they&amp;#8217;ve made it sound glorious, but a constant watch in your mind tracking every movement, John started to worry, what if they really were watching? He&amp;#8217;d never have a moments peace again&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;Steeling himself, john walked towards the immense monolith of modern technology. A sign glared at him as he walked past, somehow &amp;#8220;Necrotech&amp;#8221; didn&amp;#8217;t reassure him like it was supposed to. Still, the people he met who had it installed seemed quite normal, smarter even. as the glass doors slid open with a silent &amp;#8220;whoosh&amp;#8221;, he had one last doubtful thought, &amp;#8220;The government must know what they&amp;#8217;re doing&amp;#8230;right?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-07T06:32:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-06T15:32:06Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Tad</name>
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