conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about Georgia, Kimberly, Pulaski with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Irresistible Impulse'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Irresistible Impulse
  The two men tried to look as calm and nonthreatening as possible as they waited in line for the ferry that carried tourists to Ellis Island and then onto Liberty Island where the Statue of Liberty stood bathed in the morning sunlight'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Irresistible Impulse
  The two men tried to look as calm and nonthreatening as possible as they waited in line for the ferry that carried tourists to Ellis Island and then onto Liberty Island where the Statue of Liberty stood bathed in the morning sunlight. They had arrived at Battery Park early that Monday to make sure that they would be on the first boat to the islands.
  Both men were Muslim, one an American-born, twenty-one-year-old of Pakistani descent. The other was a twenty-five-year-old native of Afghanistan who'd come to the United States two years earlier on a student visa. According to plan, he'd attended classes at New York University, but acting like a student was only a ruse. His attendance had been spotty at best, and when a month ago he began preparing with other members of the team for the Ellis Island event, he stopped attending school altogether.
  Ghilzai sighed. He hoped at least one of the virgins who would be attending to him when he reached paradise would look like Ajmaani. A year or so prior to meeting her there'd been rumors she'd been killed or captured by the Americans, but then she'd reappeared a month ago carrying coded instructions from a trusted Al Qaeda courier telling Ghilzai and the others to cooperate with her. He'd been impressed with her plan, and her cold-blooded viciousness that held no regard for the lives of Americans whether they were adults or children.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Ghilzai and Akhund did as requested, knowing they had nothing to worry about--everything they needed was already onboard the ferry, placed there by a member of their team who'd gained employment years before with the company that ran the ferries.
  As the pair walked aboard the boat, they were greeted by an Asian-looking man who, according to a tag on his lapel, was named "Vinh" and was a volunteer guide. "Do you have any questions about where to go for the best views?" he asked pleasantly.
  After he'd separated Akhund from the volunteer and anyone else who might overhear, Ghilzai whispered through clenched teeth. "Relax. You are beginning to act suspiciously. Do not bring attention to us."
  Up on the observation deck in the open air, Akhund seemed to settle down and Ghilzai actually enjoyed the ride out to Ellis Island, his third trip in four weeks. However, what pleased him wasn't quite the same as what engaged the tourists around him who pointed and laughed and took numerous photos of the Manhattan skyline, the Statue of Liberty, and themselves. What lifted his heart was looking at the empty space where he knew the WTC twin towers had once stood. It also pleased him to know that while the morning's events wouldn't cause as many deaths as that attack it would be spectacular in its own right. After all, terrorism wasn't so much about how many deaths resulted--though large numbers were good for publicity--it was the way in which the infidels died, suddenly and in a place they considered safe.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Allah, going, according.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Ghilzai and Akhund did as requested, knowing they had nothing to worry about--everything they needed was already onboard the ferry, placed there by a member of their team who'd gained employment years before with the company that ran the ferries. 
  As the pair walked aboard the boat, they were greeted by an Asian-looking man who, according to a tag on his lapel, was named "Vinh" and was a volunteer guide. "Do you have any questions about where to go for the best views?" he asked pleasantly. 
  After he'd separated Akhund from the volunteer and anyone else who might overhear, Ghilzai whispered through clenched teeth. "Relax. You are beginning to act suspiciously. The plan is going according to schedule; this will be a great day for Allah and all of us. Do not bring attention to us. "
  Up on the observation deck in the open air, Akhund seemed to settle down and Ghilzai actually enjoyed the ride out to Ellis Island, his third trip in four weeks. However, what pleased him wasn't quite the same as what engaged the tourists around him who pointed and laughed and took numerous photos of the Manhattan skyline, the Statue of Liberty, and themselves. What lifted his heart was looking at the empty space where he knew the WTC twin towers had once stood. It also pleased him to know that while the morning's events wouldn't cause as many deaths as that attack it would be spectacular in its own right. After all, terrorism wasn't so much about how many deaths resulted--though large numbers were good for publicity--it was the way in which the infidels died, suddenly and in a place they considered safe.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: With the vests on and the guns in their hands, they ran for the pilot house where they encountered a thick-shouldered, bronze-colored man wearing a ferry employee shirt. "Hey, you're not supposed to be here," the man complained.
  Ghilzai pointed his gun at the employee's head. "Open the door," he said nodding at the pilot house entrance.
  The man held up his hands and cried out in terror. "Okay, okay, please don't shoot." He fumbled at a set of keys attached to a chain on his belt. He found the key he was looking for and unlocked the door, then stepped to the side and cowered.
  Ghilzai pushed past the man and jumped into the room. "Allahu akbar!" he exclaimed holding up his gun. "Nobody move or everyone dies!"