conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Memory Blank about Personal, Facebook, Page with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: : www.facebook.com/pages/John-E-the author Personal Facebook Page for interests beyond writing: www.facebook.com/john.e.stith More books from John the author are available at: http://ReAnimus.com/authors/johnestith
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: facebook.com/pages/John-E-the author Personal Facebook Page for interests beyond writing: www.facebook.com/john.e.stith More books from John the author are available at: http://ReAnimus.com/authors/johnestith
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Memory Blank
  Cal's remaining strength started to fade. He hadn't paid much attention to the suit locker on his past trips. Another thing he hadn't thought about much was the emergency door at the rear of the shuttle.
  Cal had always been good at math. Despite his fatigue and the throbbing pain, he could easily see that three men, two suits, and one emergency exit left almost zero hope.
  Cal shuddered, pulling himself upright in the shuttle seat. He tried to convince himself that Dave wouldn't throw him out the emergency exit.
  Cal's thoughts snapped back to Nikki and Michelle. If only he could use the threat of someone else's knowledge to avoid being thrown out the emergency exit. But telling Dave would be like ordering their execution.
  But he had to do something. Cal searched the possibilities. He had no chance, in his current condition, of overpowering Dave.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know four more paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'That someone could still be Tolbor'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: That someone could still be Tolbor. All of Tolbor's conversations about how good a job Cal had done, and how Tolbor wished Cal was coming on Vittoria, could have been staged. If Tolbor had known all about Cal's activities, he certainly would have known about the transmitters Cal and Michelle had planted.
  In fact, if it really were Tolbor who was listening in, he probably could barely manage not to laugh out loud during his phony conversations. The listener could be being listened to. And Tolbor's computer knowledge was probably ample to load a second program into Vincent's memory, one that ran without Vincent's knowledge.
  Cal himself might have had the same capability, and the information required to correct the situation, maybe even alter it so Vincent would transmit Cal's phony conversations, but not now. Not with so many of his memories still unavailable. His only hope was somehow to use his wits to give him an advantage.
  He should have an advantage already, suspecting the tampering, but he saw no way to use the knowledge. How can you trick someone who knows everything you do? You can't just call someone and say, "Oh, be sure to let the dog out," hoping they'll realize something's wrong. Not when the listener knows there is no dog and can hear the friend call back to ask, "What's happened?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Nikki scrambled out of the chair, and Cal moved to join her. The strength of her arms as they embraced put too much pressure on his ribs, but he didn't complain.
  After a few minutes Cal's cheeks began to hurt from smiling. "Lieutenant Dobson told me you were the driving force behind the search for me after I disappeared," he said. "I thought you would be busy apartment hunting."
  He told her, finishing with, "When Jones originally asked me to make covert checks, he gave me a severe warning about telling anyone. But I found I didn't want to anyway. I felt dirty, spying on my friends. Anyway, I started listening to people's conversations. Sodom and Gomorrah came up in a couple of Tolbor's conversations—he didn't know he was being listened to then. He obviously felt it was God's plan, not some horrible accident. He talked a lot about how Jupiter had been so clean and unspoiled. I started wondering.
  Nikki looked at him intently, her eyes warm, her cheeks flushed. "How much of your memory has come back?"
  Nikki grinned right back. "After this, you're going to have to leave Vincent outside when you come to bed. Who knows who he'll broadcast to next time?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The strength of her arms as they embraced put too much pressure on his ribs, but he didn't complain.
  After a few minutes Cal's cheeks began to hurt from smiling. "Lieutenant Dobson told me you were the driving force behind the search for me after I disappeared," he said. "I thought you would be busy apartment hunting."
  He told her, finishing with, "When Jones originally asked me to make covert checks, he gave me a severe warning about telling anyone. But I found I didn't want to anyway. I felt dirty, spying on my friends. Anyway, I started listening to people's conversations. Sodom and Gomorrah came up in a couple of Tolbor's conversations—he didn't know he was being listened to then. He obviously felt it was God's plan, not some horrible accident. He talked a lot about how Jupiter had been so clean and unspoiled. I started wondering.
  Nikki looked at him intently, her eyes warm, her cheeks flushed. "How much of your memory has come back?"
  Nikki grinned right back. "After this, you're going to have to leave Vincent outside when you come to bed. Who knows who he'll broadcast to next time?"