conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Wellington, Zealand with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'No More Heroes'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: No More Heroes
  The air on Lautan hung breathlessly still, so thick with moisture that all edges looked softened. All colors were smudged. Unhappy in the humidity, Raena Zacari wasn't paying attention where the crew of the Veracity led her. Among her high-spirited crewmates, there was much shoving, teasing, consultation of the handhelds, and starting off in new directions. She was too old for that nonsense. She just wanted a drink.
  Much more interesting to Raena were the people roaming around the old district of Lautan's tourist city. The scattered visitors crossed the spectrum between somewhat avian to insectile to reptilian, but Raena saw far fewer furred people than she'd gotten used to. Other than Mykah Chen, the Veracity's captain, and Raena herself, she didn't see another human face.
  She wasn't sure if that could be blamed on the planet's climate. The ambient temperature made her feel sticky. She wondered if the city—whatever it was called—had an ocean and whether it was swimmable. That might justify dragging around in conditions like these.
  Raena looked up to see a highly stylized logo that read "New Bar" in Galactic Standard. How new could it be, she wondered, to be worth the epic hike through the humidity it had taken them to reach it?
  Inside the darkened bar, the air was comfortably cool. Oversized screens, flickering with sporting events or weddings or tragedies, provided the only light.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She worried whether her defender would arrive in time, or if someone would contrive an accident for him. If he wasn't able to defend her, would the Deputy Consul step up again? Or Ariel? Her sister didn't have any official legal training that Raena knew of, but Ariel learned her way around a binding contract at an early age.
  A bipedal lizard dressed in a flamboyant yellow and orange robe scurried over to her. He was slim and chisel-faced, with eyes that moved independently as if on turrets. He wore a translator on his chest like a flashy medallion. "I am Tomur Corvas. Ariel Shaad hired me to defend you in this matter. It's my pleasure to meet you, Ms. Zacari, although I wish it had been under better circumstances."
  His voice sounded like a series of hisses and sighs, but the translator changed it to a musical tenor.
  He waved that away with hands that had no fingers, only two opposable sides so that he could grasp things. "This area is not recorded for broadcast, but it is probably monitored, nonetheless. Let's proceed as if everything we say here is on the record."
  He nodded, but said smoothly, "Captain Chen points out that the case before us references business practices that may have wide-ranging implications. He encourages you to reconsider."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". He encourages you to reconsider."
  He nodded, but said smoothly, "Captain Chen points out that the case before us references business practices that may have wide-ranging implications. Let's proceed as if everything we say here is on the record. "This area is not recorded for broadcast, but it is probably monitored, nonetheless.
  He waved that away with hands that had no fingers, only two opposable sides so that he could grasp things."
  His voice sounded like a series of hisses and sighs, but the translator changed it to a musical tenor. Zacari, although I wish it had been under better circumstances. It's my pleasure to meet you, Ms. Ariel Shaad hired me to defend you in this matter. "I am Tomur Corvas. He wore a translator on his chest like a flashy medallion. He was slim and chisel-faced, with eyes that moved independently as if on turrets.
  A bipedal lizard dressed in a flamboyant yellow and orange robe scurried over to her. If he wasn't able to defend her, would the Deputy Consul step up again? Or Ariel? Her sister didn't have any official legal training that Raena knew of, but Ariel learned her way around a binding contract at an early age.She worried whether her defender would arrive in time, or if someone would contrive an accident for him
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She stacked the android heads in the airlock and let them get washed out into the ocean. She wasn't sure if the water would corrode them, but at least some of the heads were eaten by the leviathans swimming outside the dome. That made her smile.
  Finally, the Templars finished breeding. Raena came to look at the Master, lying on his back, his legs moving lazily in the air. He paid no attention to her as she moved up behind his head. She placed her Stinger against his face and fired.
  The colors on his face flared angry orange and painful red. Raena carved across them and closed her eyes. Killing a Templar was just as awful as Mykah warned her it would be.
  Haoun met her when she walked alone out of the hangar. He didn't say anything, simply gathered her close in his arms and held her. Raena had never been so relieved to be held before.
  When at last he let her go, he handed her a green and gold scarf folded in the shape of a bird. "Welcome home."