conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Moving Mars about Worn, Shipped, U.K with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Worn dust jacket is in a protective sleeve, some foxing to tanned page edges. Shipped from the U.K. All orders received before 3pm sent that weekday.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: All orders received before 3pm sent that weekday..K. Shipped from the U.Worn dust jacket is in a protective sleeve, some foxing to tanned page edges
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Moving Mars
  I could hardly believe such things were being discussed. I was at once dubious, repelled, and fascinated.
  Bithras was clearly not pleased by the direction the conversation was taking. "Friends, this is not a serious problem, certainly not yet. Earth simply wants us to present a united negotiating front, and they have targeted the largest financial BM--ourselves--to catalyze unification. If you pardon the word."
  Nance continued after the slightest pause for a glare. "We have wrangled and tangled our way into perpetual unrest. The Moon found a solution, changed its constitution--"
  Nils would not be swayed. "We do not need order imposed from outside. We need time to find our own path, our own best solution."
  Bithras sighed heavily. "My esteemed advocates tell me what I already know, and they say it over and over."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'We looked out the window; the suspended cylinder, beneath the dome, was not visible except in a vid projection'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: We looked out the window; the suspended cylinder, beneath the dome, was not visible except in a vid projection. The room filled with a whine and distinct clicks and growls and howls. "Atoms of matter and mirror matter meeting," Chinjia explained, adjusting the sound. "They're bouncing around within the cylinder. The cylinder's heating up, and..." Her finger traced a new graph on the display. "Here's gamma ray production. We expect about ten percent efficiency, and of course some interaction with the bottle... Neutron flux now."
  Charles told Leander to stop the experiment. Leander touched the control panel and the red cube and graph disappeared.
  Zenger nodded. "To the extent that we can make any judgments, it seems you've done something interesting."
  Charles said, "We'll have an arbeiter remove the cylinder and put it in the back of the lab. You can examine it remotely."
  An arbeiter moved the cylinder to an isolation box at the rear of the lab. While Zenger and Casares looked it over, muttering quietly to themselves, Charles sat across from me in the dining booth. I forked through an uninspired bowl of nano food.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Schovinski's indignation meant nothing to the vigilantes. The time had come. They arrested me and charged me with half a dozen crimes, highest among them treason. Dandy and Leander were bound hand and foot like lambs before slaughter; the grim-faced mob, all men, subjected me to the lesser indignity of having my hands sticky-roped.
  I have drawn the limits of my story and will stay with them. All that I have written deals with moving Mars, the whys and hows, and my role in this event. What comes after I would just as soon forget.
  I do not ask for forgiveness, or even for fair judgment. In a way, I have received my reward. I do beg however that Charles Franklin be treated gently, as well as all of the Olympians held under arrest.
  When all the judgments are made and my punishment settled, I will think of these things: a trunk, a leaf, a green and glittering globe. Children will be born who remember nothing of the Old Sun. The new bright-flowered skies will be home for them--for you, whom I hope and pray will read this story.
  I see you playing in the shadow of the bridges of Old Mars, your skin revealed to the air, a hundred, a thousand years from now. For you there will be no time, no distance, no limits; nothing but what you will.