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conversations.value: a title for a book about GDC, Great, Danes with the genre: Crafts, Hobbies & Home, Pets & Animal Care
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Time Traveller'
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Time Traveller
  I showed Einstein's paper to my best friend in the air force, Paul Shattuck, who was also an enlisted computer technician. Paul was several years older than I, a college graduate, and the first true intellectual I had known. He had read all the classics, and was at ease discussing them, introducing me to notable philosophers such as Descartes and Kant. He had signed up to be an officer, but during flight training had become a born-again Christian and decided against being a fighter pilot. He was now serving the rest of his enlistment with a plan to enter the ministry when he got out.
  Although Einstein's general theory of relativity would not become clear to me until my later studies in college, I knew at that point it had to be key to unlocking the mysteries of time travel into the past. In the meantime, general relativity as described by Gödel and others was like a symphony to my ears; I enjoyed the music even though I couldn't read and understand the notes of the score or how the symphony was composed.
  When I wasn't reading, my main sources of entertainment at Lockbourne were movies and TV. Since I still wasn't dating, I went to the movies alone and, as I had done since I was a youngster, sat up close with my popcorn and Coke. As I didn't report for work until midnight, I was also able to watch the TV programs that were shown every evening in the common room in the barracks.
  My final year in the air force brought me back down to earth. Transferred to administration, I worked as a clerk for six months. Just when I thought I was doing the most boring work possible, they turned me into a telephone operator sitting all day at a main switchboard. When it came time for a recruiter to interview me about reenlisting, I let him know that idea was so long dead it had already turned to ashes. Thank you, and good-bye.
  Although school was going well, I was having problems with living at home, as old patterns of behavior emerged. My stepfather, still clueless as to what I was trying to do with myself, kept after me to quit school and get a job. This only put more distance between us. It also made me ache all the more for the presence of my father, who I knew would have understood and encouraged my insatiable thirst for learning. To make matters worse, I was lonely and had no social life. These unhappy distractions soon began to affect my studies.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' He seemed so moved by my story that I knew my instincts about him were right, and over the years they would prove to be so again and again.'.
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conversations.value: If frame dragging in space did take place—as yet unproven—then the conditions for closed time loops might also exist. This meant that frame dragging might ultimately be connected with time travel to the past. That such a connection might exist was just a hunch at that point, and it came without one shred of scientific evidence. Yet, I decided that this avenue of inquiry was worth further investigation.
  Collier returns to the old hotel and is able to project himself back to 1912 when McKenna was acting in a play at the hotel. The transition is dramatic, with the sight and sound of horse-drawn carriages and other period trappings. Collier meets McKenna and they fall in love. He shows her the pocket watch that she gave him. Accidentally, a coin falls out of his pocket which has a future date on it. Suddenly, Collier is unable to remain in the past and is returned to his future time. All that remains with McKenna in the past is the pocket watch. It is clear that McKenna will eventually see Collier again in the future and give him the watch back, which will enable him to come back to her, thereby completing the closed time loop. The storyline had more to do with psychology than physics, and yet the questions it posed and the possibilities it suggested were intriguing.
  One short story, "Vintage Season," by C. L. Moore, was a mutual favorite. The story opens at a seaside inn, where the innkeeper overhears a group of new and rather strange guests talking about how this was one of the most beautiful times of this century. They seem to be talking about the present as if it has already happened. The innkeeper learns that these people are from the future, and they know that there is going to be a disaster in the area: a massive meteor shower is about to hit. These time travellers have come from the future to observe this disaster, something they routinely do. They observe but do not interfere; in a real sense, they are time tourists.
  Karl was so animated in these discussions—particularly about time travel—that over coffee I made a decision. I told him about my father's death. Believing I could trust him, I then took the final step and told him about my lifelong dream to build a time machine to travel back to my father's time. "It's why I studied math and science, and why I ended up becoming a physicist."
  Karl was familiar with the general ideas of Einstein's special theory of relativity, and we discussed how these might allow for time travel. In particular, he knew that Einstein had predicted that time slows down for a moving clock. And he knew that this led to the so-called twin paradox in which the twin that was moving close to the speed of light would age much less than his stay-at-home twin. In effect, the moving twin would have travelled into his brother's distant future. Karl understood why at this point in my academic career I wished to keep my ultimate goal under wraps. He seemed so moved by my story that I knew my instincts about him were right, and over the years they would prove to be so again and again.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'In my office in the University of Connecticut Department of Physics in 1989, two years after becoming a full professor'.
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conversations.value: In my office in the University of Connecticut Department of Physics in 1989, two years after becoming a full professor. Today, the poster of an old friend and longtime inspiration is still taped onto the same filing cabinet not far from my desk.
  At the International Center for Theoretical Physics in Trieste, Italy, in 1979 with physicist Joseph Taylor and his wife, Marietta. A year earlier, Taylor's breakthrough research on binary pulsars with graduate student Russell Hulse had been announced, providing the first experimental evidence for the existence of gravitational waves. For their work, Taylor and Hulse shared the 1993 Nobel Prize in Physics.
  Visiting legendary physicist John A. Wheeler at his home on High Island, Maine, 1995. I spent my first sabbatical (1982–83) as a Ford Foundation fellow at the University of Texas, Austin, where Wheeler was the director of the Center for Theoretical Physics. Now ninety-five years old, Wheeler still keeps an office at Princeton.
  In my office explaining to graduate students the mathematics and science behind my laser-driven time machine, under the watchful gaze of the old relativist, 2006.