conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Icarus, Lilac, Tarver with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'These Broken Stars'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for the book. End with the sentence ' The ebb and flow of the crowd is unsettling—patterns I'll never get used to no matter how many times I'm forced to rub elbows with these people.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: These Broken Stars
  NOTHING ABOUT THIS ROOM IS REAL. IF THIS WERE A PARTY at home, the music would draw your eye to human musicians in the corner. Candles and soft lamps would light the room, and the wooden tables would be made of actual trees. People would be listening to each other, instead of checking to see who's watching them.
  Even the air here smells filtered and fake. The candles in the sconces do flicker, but they're powered by a steady source. Hover trays weave among the guests, like invisible waiters are carrying drinks. The string quartet is only a hologram—perfect and infallible, and exactly the same at every performance.
  I'd give anything for a laid-back evening joking around with my platoon, instead of being stuck here in this imitation scene from a historical novel.
  If it wasn't for what happened on Patron, I wouldn't even be here. What they call heroics, I call a tragic debacle. But nobody's asking my opinion.
  I scan the room, taking in the clusters of women in brightly colored gowns, officers in dress uniforms like mine, men in evening coats and top hats. The ebb and flow of the crowd is unsettling—patterns I'll never get used to no matter how many times I'm forced to rub elbows with these people.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: What she doesn't have to say is that the communications clearly aren't there now. The bow is hopelessly mashed from the impact.
  She's scanning the wreck, gaze intent. "The middle third of the ship is—was—passengers and cargo. That's probably where we'll find supplies, and it looks like some of it hasn't been torn open."
  The false moon has been getting higher in the sky, staying for longer and setting later. It sits just above the horizon now, visible even in broad daylight. Lilac sees me staring at the horizon and comes to stand at my side. "Do you think it had something to do with the crash?"
  I hear her breath catch. "I don't know whether your schools would have focused on this, but my father taught me endless lessons on terraforming and its history. It was the one subject he refused to leave to my tutors—I guess being a pioneer means you don't trust anyone else to get it right. Before the first emigration, when they were still trying to figure out how to terraform Mars, one of the ideas for heating up the planet enough to have liquid water was to set up a large orbital mirror to direct more sunlight to its surface."
  My eyes flick from her face back to the false moon. "Or an array of mirrors. I think I remember something about that. They never tried it, though, because it was so impractical, right? If that's what's up there, why now? Why this planet?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: We don't move from that spot, not even when the ship's engines kick in. We keep watching as the shattered planet and the remnants of its moon recede into the distance, back and back into the infinite dark. Until our eyes have to strain to see them, until they're only jagged pinpricks of reflected light.
  The hyperspace drive gives its telltale whine, and Lilac leans back into me, bracing as we prepare to jump, to fold space to get home faster. Home to cameras and reporters, and questions from people who'd never understand what happened to us. I haven't given up on finding answers, not yet, even if we only whisper those answers to each other.
  But just now, as we wait for the engines to kick in, all of that is far away. For a moment the image before us is frozen: our world, our lives, reduced to a handful of broken stars half lost in uncharted space. Then it's gone, the view swallowed by the hyperspace winds streaming past, blue-green auroras wiping the afterimages away.
  Many thanks to the Disney-Hyperion family—from sales, marketing, and publicity, to our copy editors and design team, we're so grateful to be working with you. Thanks in particular to Suzanne Murphy, Stephanie Lurie, Dina Sherman, Jamie Baker and Lizzie Mason, Lloyd Ellman, Elke Villa, Martin Karlow, Monica Mayper, and Sarah Chassé. Thank you to Whitney Manger and Tom Corbett for our beautiful cover!
  To our Aussie team at Allen & Unwin, you're awesome! Many, many thanks (and an extra helping of cake) to Anna McFarlane, Rachael Donovan, Lara Wallace, Liz Bray, Chris Sims, Jyy-Wei Ip, Kristy Rizzo, Carolyn Walsh, Jodie Webster and Susannah Chambers. We will share our brownies with you any time.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: We keep watching as the shattered planet and the remnants of its moon recede into the distance, back and back into the infinite dark. Until our eyes have to strain to see them, until they're only jagged pinpricks of reflected light.
  The hyperspace drive gives its telltale whine, and Lilac leans back into me, bracing as we prepare to jump, to fold space to get home faster. Home to cameras and reporters, and questions from people who'd never understand what happened to us. I haven't given up on finding answers, not yet, even if we only whisper those answers to each other.
  But just now, as we wait for the engines to kick in, all of that is far away. For a moment the image before us is frozen: our world, our lives, reduced to a handful of broken stars half lost in uncharted space. Then it's gone, the view swallowed by the hyperspace winds streaming past, blue-green auroras wiping the afterimages away.
  Many thanks to the Disney-Hyperion family—from sales, marketing, and publicity, to our copy editors and design team, we're so grateful to be working with you. Thanks in particular to Suzanne Murphy, Stephanie Lurie, Dina Sherman, Jamie Baker and Lizzie Mason, Lloyd Ellman, Elke Villa, Martin Karlow, Monica Mayper, and Sarah Chassé. Thank you to Whitney Manger and Tom Corbett for our beautiful cover!
  To our Aussie team at Allen & Unwin, you're awesome! Many, many thanks (and an extra helping of cake) to Anna McFarlane, Rachael Donovan, Lara Wallace, Liz Bray, Chris Sims, Jyy-Wei Ip, Kristy Rizzo, Carolyn Walsh, Jodie Webster and Susannah Chambers. We will share our brownies with you any time.