conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Consider, alimentary, Wormway with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Stress Pattern'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Stress Pattern
  For nearly an hour, I had been sitting on the edge of the escarpment'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Stress Pattern
  For nearly an hour, I had been sitting on the edge of the escarpment. My backside was tired of the hard ground, and I was weary of the view. It was, really, no view at all. The same lights were available closer to hand and the view was merely where I wasn't, as opposed to where I was.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He wouldn't look at me until he had thoroughly covered the thing with petals and watered it down, and added a new layer of bamboo leaves.
  I stood up and walked around him. "It seemed like a fine idea, Rhamik. I did not want to offend anyone. But that no longer looks like a good-luck charm to me."
  He ran a slim hand over his face. He looked troubled.
  He sensed we could not play teacher-pupil on this one. "Yes," he sighed, "we will talk now. Perhaps that is best."
  He shook his head wearily. "I must be forgiven, Andrew. Sometimes it is difficult to remember the degree to which you lack understanding."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Andrew, something.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He wouldn't look at me until he had thoroughly covered the thing with petals and watered it down, and added a new layer of bamboo leaves. 
  I stood up and walked around him. "It seemed like a fine idea, Rhamik. I did not want to offend anyone. But that no longer looks like a good-luck charm to me. "
  He ran a slim hand over his face. He looked troubled. "This is something we must talk about soon, Andrew," he said thoughtfully. 
  He sensed we could not play teacher-pupil on this one. "Yes," he sighed, "we will talk now. Perhaps that is best. "
  He shook his head wearily. "I must be forgiven, Andrew. Sometimes it is difficult to remember the degree to which you lack understanding. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My race, Andrew. Not one individual. We're alike in that. It's a thing for the flow of many minds. I am woven about this world, but I am still alone.
  It's just— I can't get used to the idea of spending the rest of my life here. Maybe my years aren't a spit in the ocean to yours, but they'll sure as hell seem as long!
  There are things I can do, Andrew. I said that I never willingly influenced the lives of these creatures. But I cheated a little with their world. It was a small luxury, and it did no harm. While there were still trees and grasses and I could see what was going to happen here, I decided that I would not let it all disappear. I saved a place—it was a strong place for me, as this is. To the south of here. Quite far. But it's green with plants and trees nearly as old as the world.
  Ha! There's a bizarre thought. What do you suppose Melisa would say if I got her pregnant with a spaceship? If my unconscious wanted one badly enough....
  He's right. I am. As all men are, wherever they go. For their nature is to change things. They are not content with their lot, and yearn for other places. The beast has not broken out of his cage. He lives with his woman and his child in the shade of green ferns and mosses as old as the world, and he is not unhappy.