conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'The IDIC Epidemic'?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The IDIC Epidemic
  A puzzle like this plague was irresistible. Until the new information had come in last night, he had been determined to find a "logical" way to beam down to Nisus with McCoy.
  As happened only too disconcertingly often, Kirk had followed his train of thought. "I'm frustrated too, Spock," the captain said. "No, not over as serious a matter, but I can't beam down to Nisus, either—and that means I have to deliver by viewscreen a message I'd dearly love to deliver in person."
  Kirk grinned. "Not unless Vulcans have changed their pattern of naming. This young man's name is Kevin Katasai."
  Kirk's frown grew even deeper. "Korsal? That sounds like—" He broke off with a laugh. "Come on, Spock; it's just a coincidence! Starfleet's certainly not going to admit Klingons to the Academy!"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know four more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She stared at the vial of green fluid, then back at her father as if she feared for his sanity. "Humor me, child," he said, and only then remembered that he had addressed T'Pina in the same way, as if she, too, were his daughter.
  What was it Daniel called such things? A Freudian slip? Was his subconscious mind already making T'Kar and T'Pina a part of his family?
  He sat down and rested his head on his hands while T'Mir set up the tests. Healers and doctors learned early in their careers to snatch any moment of rest in times of crisis. Deliberately, he turned his mind from the plague, let it blank, then allowed whatever thought might wish to enter.
  T'Mir had introduced the most virulent strain of the virus into the sample of blood he had brought her—T'Pina's blood. Just as in the Klingon blood, there was an analogous hemoglobin factor that bonded with the virus and would not let it grow. Before the eyes of father and daughter, the deadly infection shriveled up and died.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Before the eyes of father and daughter, the deadly infection shriveled up and died. "Humor me, child," he said, and only then remembered that he had addressed T'Pina in the same way, as if she, too, were his daughter.
  What was it Daniel called such things? A Freudian slip? Was his subconscious mind already making T'Kar and T'Pina a part of his family?
  He sat down and rested his head on his hands while T'Mir set up the tests. Healers and doctors learned early in their careers to snatch any moment of rest in times of crisis. Deliberately, he turned his mind from the plague, let it blank, then allowed whatever thought might wish to enter.
  T'Mir had introduced the most virulent strain of the virus into the sample of blood he had brought her—T'Pina's blood. Just as in the Klingon blood, there was an analogous hemoglobin factor that bonded with the virus and would not let it grow.She stared at the vial of green fluid, then back at her father as if she feared for his sanity.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Kirk went to McCoy's office, for he had news for the doctor after he completed checking the Klingons out of sickbay. He found Spock there, studying a diagram on the medical computer. "The cure?"
  Spock nodded. "The cure, Captain. It's hemoglobin-neutral; it can be synthesized for either ironbased or copper-based blood." He looked up. "Provided by the Klingons."
  One of Spock's eyebrows rose for a moment, and then he realized what Kirk meant. "Yes, infinite diversity may have provided a breeding ground for the disease, but it also provided cures. Not just this one. T'Pina. Korsal. All the people who came to help."
  McCoy joined them, hearing what Spock was saying. "It's too bad we won't be staying on Nisus much longer. The additional blood serum will cure all the critical patients left. In twenty days we'll have the synthetic serum, and we can immunize everyone left among the crew and passengers, and get on with our mission."
  Spock's eyebrows shot up. "You have acquired a physician who has actually studied Vulcan physiology?"