conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about quot with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'A Girl in Time'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Girl in Time
  Smith had been barely following up until that point, but as Cady talked, she sped up, and her explanation pulled away from his comprehension and galloped off over the hills.
  There were a couple of ways he could choose to take umbrage at that, but Smith decided to let them float past. Instead he rode along on the compliment she had just sort of paid him.
  Cady frowned as if the necessity of having to explain such a thing was more than she should have to bear.
  Cady nodded. She took a few seconds to compose her next thoughts, probably not wanting to get too far ahead of her plodding student. Smith followed her gaze, taking in the late afternoon strollers. Aside from superficial differences like their clothing, the people themselves looked quite commonplace to him. A costume change here and there, a proper bonnet and modest skirt on the ladies, say, and a decent town hat for the menfolk, and they could have walked down any street from his day.
  Smith closed his eyes. At that precise moment he believed that nobody had ever said anything which meant more to him. He wanted to kiss her. But he didn't, of course, because he had been raised a gentleman, and also, he had not shaved properly in a long while.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He waved the gun around, causing Smith to flinch away. He saw Cady and Georgia doing the same. None of the guards seemed to understand the hazard. Batiatus certainly didn't.
  In the confined space of the cells, the roar of the single round sounded many times louder than the shots he'd fired out in the hills of the estate.
  Maybe it hit someone, maybe not. There were so many cries of alarm and terror that no single cry of pain could possibly stand out. The guards around Batiatus looked thoroughly spooked, but the slave master recovered quickly.
  Without preamble he pointed the pistol at the man who still lay on the floor next to Smith, clutching at his broken limb, and he shot him.
  The noise of the gunshots was enormous and terrible in Cady's ears, but the effect was worse. The guard Smith had crippled died screaming as pieces of him sprayed everywhere. Cady was screaming. Georgia was screaming. Even Smith was shouting obscenities, or what passed for obscenities from him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It was a painful question for him, and she could see it hurt to ask. He must have been contemplating his own daughter, from whom he had been gone a month, and many, many years. Would she refuse contact with him when they were reunited?
  They spent the afternoon shopping discretely, picking up some camping supplies, survival equipment, weapons. Just in case. But most of the day they stayed low and kept away from other people.
  At 9:47 that night, they were back standing by the side of the road where they had stepped into the future. Or this version of it, anyway.
  As always, first thanks go to you, the readers. I'm not being precious. My first editors are my readers, specifically those long time friends who serve as my alpha crew, and beyond them, my blog regulars, who are always willing to tell me exactly what they think.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He must have been contemplating his own daughter, from whom he had been gone a month, and many, many years. Would she refuse contact with him when they were reunited?
  They spent the afternoon shopping discretely, picking up some camping supplies, survival equipment, weapons. Just in case. But most of the day they stayed low and kept away from other people.
  At 9:47 that night, they were back standing by the side of the road where they had stepped into the future. Or this version of it, anyway.
  As always, first thanks go to you, the readers. I'm not being precious. My first editors are my readers, specifically those long time friends who serve as my alpha crew, and beyond them, my blog regulars, who are always willing to tell me exactly what they think.