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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled The Time Traders about American, Russians, Perhaps with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction.
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conversations.value: If it is possible to conquer space, then perhaps it is also possible to conquer time. At least that was the theory American scientists were exploring in an effort to explain the new sources of knowledge the Russians possessed. Perhaps Russian scientists had discovered how to transport themselves back in time in order to learn long-forgotten secrets of the past.
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book titled The Time Traders.
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conversations.value: The Time Traders: The 1958 version: At the end of the Twentieth Century petty crook Ross Murdock is given the choice of facing a new medical procedure called Rehabilitation or volunteering to join a secret government project.\nHoping for a chance to escape, Ross volunteers to join Operation Retrograde and is taken by Major John Kelgarries to a base built under the ice near the North Pole.\nTeamed with archaeologist Gordon Ashe, he is trained to mimic a trader of the Beaker culture of Bronze-Age Europe.\nSent back to southern Britain around 2000CE, Ross and Ashe (as Rossa and Assha) find that their outpost has been bombed, destroyed by the wrath of Lurgha, the local storm god, according to two of the natives.\nDiscovering the direction whence the bomber came and other clues pointing to the general area occupied by the Soviet base, Ross, Ashe, and McNeil, the lone survivor of the bombing, go to that area.\nSomewhere near the Baltic Sea, Ross, Ashe, and McNeil begin building a Beaker trading post and learn from the locals that to their southeast lies a land populated by ghosts, a land whither no man of good sense would go.\nRoss gets separated from Ashe and McNeil in a night attack and must go into the taboo area alone in an effort to find them.\nFar inside the ghostland he finds the Soviet base and is captured by the Reds.\nIn an effort to escape Ross steps onto the base's transporter plate and is transferred to a Soviet base even further back in time.\nThe Reds recapture him and take him outside the base, abandoning him on a glacier to freeze to death.\nHe climbs out of the crevice into which he was shoved and follows the trail leading away from the Soviet base, coming to a giant globe half buried in the ice.\nHalf dead from the abuse he has received, he enters the globe and then falls through a panel and into a tub full of transparent-red gel.\nWhen he regains consciousness Ross discovers that all of his wounds are healed, he is no longer hungry or thirsty, and his Beakerman clothing is gone.\nA mechanism offers him a skin-tight suit made of an iridescent dark-blue fabric that covers all but his head and his hands.\nHe explores what is clearly some kind of ship and is recaptured by the Reds, but not before he activates the ship's communication system and comes face to face with a hostile-looking humanoid with a large bald head.\nThe Reds' interrogation of Ross is interrupted by explosions that rock the base.\nRoss is reunited with Ashe and McNeil and the three men escape to the time transporter, pausing only to steal some recording tapes.\nBack in the Soviet Bronze-Age base, the men leave the time-travel building and escape from the village just as the alien Baldies attack.\nThe men then make their way to the river that will take them to the Baltic Sea to be picked up by their submarine.\nRoss is again separated from Ashe and McNeil when he falls off their hastily built and uncontrollable raft.\nHe discovers that the Baldies are hunting him when he is captured by warriors from a barbarian tribe.\nAgain he escapes and continues down the river, reaching the sea and the camp occupied by Ashe and/or McNeil only hours after the sub took them away.\nTwo of the Baldies attempt to capture him with telepathic hypnosis, but they flee when Kelgarries and his men arrive.\nLeaving the alien skinsuit on the beach, so that the Baldies can't trace the Americans to their base, the men take Ross to the sub and home.\nThere Ashe tells him that the tapes he stole indicate other alien spaceships abandoned on Earth, at least three of them in the Americas.\nOperation Retrograde is about to become much more interesting and Ross still wants to be part of the action.\nThe 2000 version: Norton modified the 1958 version by making three changes in the text;.
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conversations.value: \nThe 2000 version: Norton modified the 1958 version by making three changes in the text;..\nOperation Retrograde is about to become much more interesting and Ross still wants to be part of the action.\nThere Ashe tells him that the tapes he stole indicate other alien spaceships abandoned on Earth, at least three of them in the Americas.\nLeaving the alien skinsuit on the beach, so that the Baldies can't trace the Americans to their base, the men take Ross to the sub and home.\nTwo of the Baldies attempt to capture him with telepathic hypnosis, but they flee when Kelgarries and his men arrive.\nAgain he escapes and continues down the river, reaching the sea and the camp occupied by Ashe and/or McNeil only hours after the sub took them away.\nHe discovers that the Baldies are hunting him when he is captured by warriors from a barbarian tribe.\nRoss is again separated from Ashe and McNeil when he falls off their hastily built and uncontrollable raft.\nThe men then make their way to the river that will take them to the Baltic Sea to be picked up by their submarine.\nBack in the Soviet Bronze-Age base, the men leave the time-travel building and escape from the village just as the alien Baldies attack.\nRoss is reunited with Ashe and McNeil and the three men escape to the time transporter, pausing only to steal some recording tapes.\nThe Reds' interrogation of Ross is interrupted by explosions that rock the base.\nHe explores what is clearly some kind of ship and is recaptured by the Reds, but not before he activates the ship's communication system and comes face to face with a hostile-looking humanoid with a large bald head.\nA mechanism offers him a skin-tight suit made of an iridescent dark-blue fabric that covers all but his head and his hands.\nWhen he regains consciousness Ross discovers that all of his wounds are healed, he is no longer hungry or thirsty, and his Beakerman clothing is gone.\nHalf dead from the abuse he has received, he enters the globe and then falls through a panel and into a tub full of transparent-red gel.\nHe climbs out of the crevice into which he was shoved and follows the trail leading away from the Soviet base, coming to a giant globe half buried in the ice.\nThe Reds recapture him and take him outside the base, abandoning him on a glacier to freeze to death.\nIn an effort to escape Ross steps onto the base's transporter plate and is transferred to a Soviet base even further back in time.\nFar inside the ghostland he finds the Soviet base and is captured by the Reds.\nRoss gets separated from Ashe and McNeil in a night attack and must go into the taboo area alone in an effort to find them.\nSomewhere near the Baltic Sea, Ross, Ashe, and McNeil begin building a Beaker trading post and learn from the locals that to their southeast lies a land populated by ghosts, a land whither no man of good sense would go.\nDiscovering the direction whence the bomber came and other clues pointing to the general area occupied by the Soviet base, Ross, Ashe, and McNeil, the lone survivor of the bombing, go to that area.\nSent back to southern Britain around 2000CE, Ross and Ashe (as Rossa and Assha) find that their outpost has been bombed, destroyed by the wrath of Lurgha, the local storm god, according to two of the natives.\nTeamed with archaeologist Gordon Ashe, he is trained to mimic a trader of the Beaker culture of Bronze-Age Europe.\nHoping for a chance to escape, Ross volunteers to join Operation Retrograde and is taken by Major John Kelgarries to a base built under the ice near the North Pole.The Time Traders: The 1958 version: At the end of the Twentieth Century petty crook Ross Murdock is given the choice of facing a new medical procedure called Rehabilitation or volunteering to join a secret government project
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Time Traders
  At least Kurt's friends had had a rude welcome when they did arrive at the meeting place. Kelgarries had heard Ross out and then had sent ahead a team. Before Ross's party had reached the base there had been a blast which split the arctic night wide open. And Kurt, conscious by then, had shown his only sign of emotion when he realized what it meant.
  The door to Ross's cell room clicked, and he swung his feet to the floor, sitting up on his bunk to face his future. This time he made no attempt to put on an act. He was not in the least sorry he had tried to get away. Had Kurt been on the level, it would have been a bright play. That Kurt was not, was just plain bad luck.
  Kelgarries and Ashe entered, and at the sight of Ashe the taut feeling in Ross's middle loosened a bit. The major might come by himself to pass sentence, but he would not bring Ashe along if the sentence was a really harsh one.
  Ross smiled thinly, an expression far removed and years older than his bashful boy's grin of the shy act. "A wise guy doesn't spill his ignorance. He uses his eyes and ears and keeps his trap shut—"
  Ross stared at the major. Although he didn't see what all this had to do with time-jumping, he sensed that Kelgarries was waiting for a serious answer, that somehow Ross would be judged by his reply.
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conversations.value: He left the vantage point by the stairs and paced between the control boards and their empty swinging seats. This was the main control room, of that he was certain. From this point all the vast bulk beneath him had been set in motion, sailed here and there. Had it been on the sea, or through the air? The globe shape suggested an air-borne craft. But a civilization so advanced as this would surely have left some remains. Ross was willing to believe that he could be much farther back in time than 2000 B.C., but he was still sure that traces of those who could build a thing like this would have existed in the twentieth century A.D.
  Maybe that was how the Reds had found this. Something they had turned up within their country—say, in Siberia, or some of the forgotten corners of Asia—had been a clue.
  Ross sat down in one of the uncomfortable seats to think and thus avoided immediate disaster, for he was hidden from the stairs on which sounded the tap of boots. A climber, maybe two, were on their way up, and there was no other exit from the control cabin.
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conversations.value: He left the vantage point by the stairs and paced between the control boards and their empty swinging seats. This was the main control room, of that he was certain. From this point all the vast bulk beneath him had been set in motion, sailed here and there. Had it been on the sea, or through the air? The globe shape suggested an air-borne craft. But a civilization so advanced as this would surely have left some remains. Ross was willing to believe that he could be much farther back in time than 2000 B.C., but he was still sure that traces of those who could build a thing like this would have existed in the twentieth century A.D.
  Maybe that was how the Reds had found this. Something they had turned up within their country—say, in Siberia, or some of the forgotten corners of Asia—had been a clue.
  Ross sat down in one of the uncomfortable seats to think and thus avoided immediate disaster, for he was hidden from the stairs on which sounded the tap of boots.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Ashe laughed. "Did Doc just wind you up to let you spin, Ross? Yes, this is home, sweet home. As for the rest—well, it is a long story, and we are still picking up pieces of it here and there."
  Ross pointed to the bunk in invitation. "Can you tell me what is known?" He was still somewhat at a loss, his old secret awe of Ashe tempering his outward show of eagerness. Ross still feared one of those snubs the other so well knew how to deliver to the bumptious. But Ashe did come in and sit down, none of his old formality now in evidence.
  Ross's reply was a grimace. "You heard all about that!" He had no time for his own adventures, already receding into a past which made them both dim and unimportant. "What happened to you—and to the project—and—"
  Ross was reduced to a small boy who badly needed an alibi for some piece of juvenile mischief. "I didn't mean to." That excuse sounded so feeble that he was surprised into a laugh, only to see Ashe grinning back at him.
  Ross looked down again at his bandaged hand and remembered swiftly so many things—the coast of Britain on a misty morning, the excitement of prowling the alien ship, the fight with Ennar, even the long nightmare of his flight down the river, and lastly, the exultation he had tasted when he had faced the alien and had locked wills—to hold steady. He knew that he could not, would not, give up what he had found here in the service of the project as long as it was in his power to cling to it.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: He knew that he could not, would not, give up what he had found here in the service of the project as long as it was in his power to cling to it..
  Ross looked down again at his bandaged hand and remembered swiftly so many things—the coast of Britain on a misty morning, the excitement of prowling the alien ship, the fight with Ennar, even the long nightmare of his flight down the river, and lastly, the exultation he had tasted when he had faced the alien and had locked wills—to hold steady." That excuse sounded so feeble that he was surprised into a laugh, only to see Ashe grinning back at him. "I didn't mean to. "What happened to you—and to the project—and—"
  Ross was reduced to a small boy who badly needed an alibi for some piece of juvenile mischief. "You heard all about that!" He had no time for his own adventures, already receding into a past which made them both dim and unimportant.
  Ross's reply was a grimace. But Ashe did come in and sit down, none of his old formality now in evidence. Ross still feared one of those snubs the other so well knew how to deliver to the bumptious. "Can you tell me what is known?" He was still somewhat at a loss, his old secret awe of Ashe tempering his outward show of eagerness."
  Ross pointed to the bunk in invitation. As for the rest—well, it is a long story, and we are still picking up pieces of it here and there. "Did Doc just wind you up to let you spin, Ross? Yes, this is home, sweet home.Ashe laughed