conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Another with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Crystal Singer'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Crystal Singer
  Then, her customary composure restored, she released the arm and seemed to draw the intensity back into her straight, slim body. "Because I assure you," she said as she took the last few steps into the catering area, "that once your brilliant wit and repartee become as banal and malicious as theirs," she jerked her thumb at the silent trio, "I'll seek other company at lunch. Now," she said, her fingers poised over the catering terminal, "what are you having?"
  They were served quickly and took their trays to the nearest banquette. As Antona tackled her meal with good appetite, Killashandra sipped her beer, digesting Antona's remarkable advice. Till then, Killashandra had had no opportunity to appreciate the viewpoint of a colleague who would not lose her memory as an occupational hazard. Stubbornly, Killashandra preferred to forget certain scenes in her life. Like failure.
  Antona shrugged and daintily sampled her nicely browned casserole before replying. "You've no injury to display. That's an important part of the briefing, you see—the visible, undeniable proof of the rapid tissue regeneration enjoyed by residents of Ballybran."
  Antona fastened a searching glance on her face and put down her fork. "Killashandra Ree, the Heptite Guild is not permitted by the Federated Sentient Planets to 'recruit' free citizens for such a hazardous profession. Only volunteers—"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The four conspirators didn't know that Killashandra's symbiont-adapted hearing was uncommonly acute. At that distance they could have whispered and she would have caught what was being said.
  Lars let out a burst of sour laughter for which Erutown growled a warning, looking over his shoulder at Killashandra who was well out of sight in the catering area.
  Lars emitted a low whistle of delighted surprise. "Is that why she was wandering about Gartertown? I had wondered!"
  Lars paused, staring at Hauness, and then the others. Erutown scowled and looked away but Theach regarded him with a smile.
  Lars grinned. "Well, I could put you ashore with the crystal singer." Something increased his mirth out of proportion to the joke, though Hauness grinned and Nahia tried to control unseemly mirth at Erutown's expense. "The island's big enough and she might even be grateful for company."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". "The island's big enough and she might even be grateful for company." Something increased his mirth out of proportion to the joke, though Hauness grinned and Nahia tried to control unseemly mirth at Erutown's expense. "Well, I could put you ashore with the crystal singer.
  Lars grinned. Erutown scowled and looked away but Theach regarded him with a smile. "Is that why she was wandering about Gartertown? I had wondered!"
  Lars paused, staring at Hauness, and then the others.
  Lars emitted a low whistle of delighted surprise.
  Lars let out a burst of sour laughter for which Erutown growled a warning, looking over his shoulder at Killashandra who was well out of sight in the catering area. At that distance they could have whispered and she would have caught what was being said.The four conspirators didn't know that Killashandra's symbiont-adapted hearing was uncommonly acute
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: At such a massive understatement of fact, she managed to nod, trying not to laugh at the absurdity, but she couldn't stop weeping. It had built up quite a head and it ought to prove conclusively to Lars, if he needed any, just how much she had missed him. She had waited so long to be in his arms, to hear his rich and pleasant tenor voice, and the sort of nonsense he was likely to speak. He could have been speaking gibberish and she'd have been content to listen. But he was also telling her the things she would have asked about him, what she needed to know to put some color in the past dreadful year.
  Killashandra shook her head in sad rebuke. "If I'd known what you planned to do..." Her gesture included all that his presence in the Infirmary signified.
  Lars hugged her tightly to him. "That's why I didn't mention them. Besides," and he gave her a raffish look, "I hadn't really made up my mind."
  Lars raised his eyebrows in surprise. "He didn't. It is illegal to recruit citizens for the highly dangerous Heptite Guild. Didn't you know? Candidly, my beloved Sunny, I was much impressed by Trag's integrity. It was refreshing to find an honorable and trustworthy man. It was yourself who did the recruiting, Killa. You were the embodiment of the undeniable advantages of being a crystal singer. Your vibrant youth, charm, invulnerability, indefatigable energy, and resourcefulness. Then all those diversified assignments, space travel, credit, not to mention the chance to see a Galaxy I had been denied all my reckless youth—"
  His dark eyes caught hers. His lips curving in the one sided smile she found so affecting, he reached for her hand.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: His lips curving in the one sided smile she found so affecting, he reached for her hand.. Then all those diversified assignments, space travel, credit, not to mention the chance to see a Galaxy I had been denied all my reckless youth—"
  His dark eyes caught hers. Your vibrant youth, charm, invulnerability, indefatigable energy, and resourcefulness. You were the embodiment of the undeniable advantages of being a crystal singer. It was yourself who did the recruiting, Killa. It was refreshing to find an honorable and trustworthy man. Didn't you know? Candidly, my beloved Sunny, I was much impressed by Trag's integrity. It is illegal to recruit citizens for the highly dangerous Heptite Guild. "He didn't."
  Lars raised his eyebrows in surprise. Besides," and he gave her a raffish look, "I hadn't really made up my mind. "That's why I didn't mention them.
  Lars hugged her tightly to him." Her gesture included all that his presence in the Infirmary signified... "If I'd known what you planned to do.
  Killashandra shook her head in sad rebuke. But he was also telling her the things she would have asked about him, what she needed to know to put some color in the past dreadful year. He could have been speaking gibberish and she'd have been content to listen. She had waited so long to be in his arms, to hear his rich and pleasant tenor voice, and the sort of nonsense he was likely to speak. It had built up quite a head and it ought to prove conclusively to Lars, if he needed any, just how much she had missed him.At such a massive understatement of fact, she managed to nod, trying not to laugh at the absurdity, but she couldn't stop weeping
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Crystal Singer
  The light source did not actually illuminate the passage, but the glow was sufficient to guide them to its source.
  As they entered the big cavern, they were both speechless for a moment. Luminescence cascaded in flinders of brilliance—like sparks, except that they didn't shoot out of their parent substance. The material that arced across the high ceiling seemed to flow, dark blue and dark green and then silver.
  Lars turned on his helmet light, and immediately the radiance was quenched. Where the helmet beam touched, the material writhed with bands of black and dark blue and dark green. Almost, Killashandra thought, as if rushing blood to heal a wound. Did light on this lightless world constitute a threat or injury? She wondered if the sun's rays—unfiltered, with no atmosphere to reduce ultraviolet and infrared—penetrated the cavern to the jewel? For jewel it appeared to her, one graceful long sweep of jewel, a living necklace across the vault of the cavern. Or was it a tiara?
  Lars turned his helmeted head toward her, and his white teeth flashed a grin. "Let's not be craven about this. If the symbiont protects me, it protects me. After all, I'm suited..."
  He gave a shrug and snagged a tool from his belt. A light pass of the instrument across the coruscating extrusion gave no results. Then he prodded it gently—and suddenly jerked back his arm.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: another paragraph
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: His eyes twinkled merrily, and Killashandra realized that the resemblance was not purely superficial, for the other man would have responded in just the same way, amused with her and taking no offense. Perversely that annoyed her more.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She had just returned from another maudlin review of her shortcomings, foibles, and limitations and listlessly entered the office that now felt more hers than Lars's. She was wondering which chore she could use to occupy her mind until fatigue pushed her into sleep when the comunit beeped.
  His chuckle reassured her again. "Not on your life, Sunny, or mine. Overimmersion in radiant fluid produces curious effects on skin and muscle, but it saved the lives of me and the ship's brawn. They say that we'll look human again soon, but I've my doubts. Brendan and Boira found us. That pair refused to give up. Praise be to Muhlah! We're all safe, though the courier ship'll need a new shell—no, that's wrong way round—the shell person will need a new ship; hers got Singularly twisted."
  The moment she disengaged the channel, Killashandra Ree left the office to meet Lars Dahl at Shankill Moon Base. Exit, triumphant, stage center.
  Between her frequent appearances in the United States and England as a lecturer and guest-of-honor at science-fiction conventions, Anne McCaffrey lives at Dragonhold, in the hills of County Wicklow, Ireland, with assorted horses, cats, and a dog. Of herself, Ms. McCaffrey says: "I have green eyes, silver hair, and freckles—the rest changes without notice."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". She was wondering which chore she could use to occupy her mind until fatigue pushed her into sleep when the comunit beeped.
  His chuckle reassured her again. "Not on your life, Sunny, or mine. Overimmersion in radiant fluid produces curious effects on skin and muscle, but it saved the lives of me and the ship's brawn. They say that we'll look human again soon, but I've my doubts. Brendan and Boira found us. That pair refused to give up. Praise be to Muhlah! We're all safe, though the courier ship'll need a new shell—no, that's wrong way round—the shell person will need a new ship; hers got Singularly twisted."
  The moment she disengaged the channel, Killashandra Ree left the office to meet Lars Dahl at Shankill Moon Base. Exit, triumphant, stage center.
  Between her frequent appearances in the United States and England as a lecturer and guest-of-honor at science-fiction conventions, Anne McCaffrey lives at Dragonhold, in the hills of County Wicklow, Ireland, with assorted horses, cats, and a dog. Of herself, Ms. McCaffrey says: "I have green eyes, silver hair, and freckles—the rest changes without notice.She had just returned from another maudlin review of her shortcomings, foibles, and limitations and listlessly entered the office that now felt more hers than Lars's.