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conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Stories of Ibis'
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conversations.value: The Stories of Ibis
  The designer who came up with this fragrance had impeccable taste. A fragrance is a tricky thing: too faint and it's unnoticeable, too strong and it's unpleasant. Although you were hardly aware of the fragrance wafting down Cherry Street, you felt comforted when you breathed it in. It struck the perfect balance. The fragrance itself didn't at all smell artificial like perfume but pleasant like actual cherries.
  Visually, the street was also decorated with a cherry motif, but not in a tacky way such as by painting the entire town cherry pink. At most, tiny illustrations of cherries decorated the store signs; awnings and decorations were colored cherry pink. That was about it. And yet, the visual impact was striking enough that visitors hardly had to look at a town map to know that this was Cherry Street.
  I was still in grade school when my parents first brought me here. Since we didn't have a NONMaRS at home at the time, I was allowed to use the experimental system installed at my father's office. Cherry Street had just opened, and there were fewer stores back then than there are now.
conversations.from: human
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conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Stories of Ibis
  The designer who came up with this fragrance had impeccable taste. A fragrance is a tricky thing: too faint and it's unnoticeable, too strong and it's unpleasant. Although you were hardly aware of the fragrance wafting down Cherry Street, you felt comforted when you breathed it in. It struck the perfect balance. The fragrance itself didn't at all smell artificial like perfume but pleasant like actual cherries.
  Visually, the street was also decorated with a cherry motif, but not in a tacky way such as by painting the entire town cherry pink. At most, tiny illustrations of cherries decorated the store signs; awnings and decorations were colored cherry pink. That was about it. And yet, the visual impact was striking enough that visitors hardly had to look at a town map to know that this was Cherry Street.
  I was still in grade school when my parents first brought me here. Since we didn't have a NONMaRS at home at the time, I was allowed to use the experimental system installed at my father's office.
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conversations.value: three more paragraphs
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conversations.value: For a few minutes she relaxed in the water, and then she said, as if remembering, "You know, in my day, they had this device that let you bathe in a wheelchair."
  She always talked about the old days when she was bathing. So much of our work had not changed in the last thirty years, and a lot of what she said sounded very familiar.
  Sumiyoshi was speaking indirectly about Shion. She had already realized that for all the marvelous technology that went into her, Shion was lacking something that was vital to any caregiver.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: "
  She always talked about the old days when she was bathing. So much of our work had not changed in the last thirty years, and a lot of what she said sounded very familiar.
  Sumiyoshi was speaking indirectly about Shion. She had already realized that for all the marvelous technology that went into her, Shion was lacking something that was vital to any caregiver.
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: And now the machines were headed for heights we could only dream of. Machines, born from human stories, were about to make our dreams come true.
  The year is 2025 and Gotoba Engineering & Construction—a firm that has built structures to survive the Antarctic and the Sahara—has received its most daunting challenge yet. Sennosuke Toenji, the chairman of one of the world's largest leisure conglomerates, wants a moon base fit for civilian use, and he wants his granddaughter Tae to be his eyes and ears on the harsh lunar surface. Tae and Gotoba engineer Aomine head to the moon, where adventure, trouble, and perhaps romance await.
  In the near future, humans will communicate almost exclusively through online networks—face-to-face meetings are rare and the surveillance state nearly all-powerful. So when a serial killer starts slaughtering young people, the crackdown is harsh. And despite all the safeguards, the killer's latest victim turns out to have been in contact with three young girls; Mio Tsuzuki, a certified prodigy; Hazuki Makino, a quiet but opinionated classmate; and Ayumi Kono, her best friend. As the girls get caught up in trying to find the killer—who might just be a werewolf—Hazuki learns that there is much more to their monitored communications than meets the eye.
  In a world where humans are a minority and androids have created their own civilization, a wandering storyteller meets the beautiful android Ibis. She tells him seven stories of human/android interaction in order to reveal the secret behind humanity's fall. The stories that Ibis speaks of are the "seven novels" about the events surrounding the development of artificial intelligence in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. At a glance, these stories do not appear to have any sort of connection, but what is the true meaning behind them? What are Ibis's real intentions?