conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Australia's, Ancient, Hero with the genre: Children's Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Changing Yesterday'
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Changing Yesterday
  The last day of May 1901 was like the end of any other school week for Daniel Lang. He was in his second last year at an expensive private school, and life was going very well for him. For the first time in his life he had acquired a sweetheart in the form of Muriel Baker, a beautiful classmate of his sister's. For Daniel, this was even better than getting a medal. Muriel knew that Daniel was a hero, and for Daniel her opinion was the only one that mattered.
  As usual, he took the local steam train home from school to North Brighton. It was a very pleasant autumn day, the sort that seemed wasted on school. Daniel had plans to get back on the train once he had finished his homework. He would meet Muriel at her mother's shop in Balaclava, and they would go to a local café, there to sit holding hands and talking for an hour or so. Daniel was fifteen years old, six foot one inch tall, and startlingly thin, but that did not seem to matter to Muriel.
  Daniel's friend Barry was working at North Brighton Station when he got off the train. Barry was also technically a schoolboy, but in practice he spent most of his time helping his father at the station, receiving stolen goods, and picking pockets. It was a rather unlikely friendship. Daniel was from a moderately rich family and generally came first in everything that he did at school. Still, their friendship had somehow endured for five years.
  Daniel turned to go, but something was on Barry's mind. Dumping the tickets he had just collected into the fire bucket, he hurried after Daniel.
  Metaphysics was not one of Barry's strong points. He had understood little of what Daniel had said, and believed even less. He opened his mouth to ask another question, scratched his head, and failed to think of anything sensible to ask. Having decided that Daniel had confirmed his worst fears about Liore, he finally folded his arms and shrugged.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Daniel took the kit with him as he returned to Barry's cabin with the weapon in the pillowcase. After pushing the PR-17 back into Barry's bag, Daniel began to sew up the slit that he had made in the side seam. It was slow work, for the seam faced inwards and he was working blind most of the time, but the bag had other repairs, so Daniel reasoned that once some more wax was melted onto the seam Barry would not notice. With the cabin restored to the way he had found it, Daniel locked the door and went to the infirmary.
  Daniel slipped Barry's key back into his coat pocket, promised the nurse that he would try to keep Barry out of trouble in future, then left. Returning to his own cabin, he lay down on his bed fully clothed, too keyed up to even close his eyes. Within his pocket was one of the two most advanced communication devices in the world. Now aware of his location was the deadliest killer in the world, and she had probably set off after him already.
  Daniel curled up tightly, emotions and contradictions pouring through his head. Muriel had run off with Fox, who was Daniel's superior in every way, so his love for Muriel was entirely without hope. All he could do was die, but if he died heroically, there was a chance that Muriel would think the better of him when he was gone. He wanted to die at the hands of Liore, that was one thing he was certain of. It would be like being executed by Napoleon or King Arthur.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Having been released from their cell in a Paris watchhouse, Daniel and Barry collected their possessions and prepared to leave. To Daniel's dismay, the gendarme at the desk spoke English. This meant that Barry could talk to him, and Barry talking to anyone could easily be the cause of yet another disaster.
  Barry was unused to any sort of policeman apologising to him, and was enjoying the experience. Daniel, however, was agitated and anxious to leave.
  Police whistles suddenly shrilled out in the distance behind them. Barry tried to run, but Daniel held his arm even more firmly.
  Daniel and Barry paused here and there to buy different-looking clothes as they made their way across Paris. Soon Barry was again dressed as a little boy, and Daniel was wearing a herringbone coat and hat, and pretending to be his father.
  Although Daniel did not know it, something else was now different within him. Neither Barry nor Liore were still the pivots upon which the direction of history had changed. Because he had chosen to confront Baroness Featherington instead of smashing the disruptor, Daniel was now that pivot, and his life would never be the same again. Wherever he went, weirdness and change would follow him. Although he would one day be a ship's engineer, it would be on a ship with engines such as this world had never seen.