conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Isra, Gem, Monstrous with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Science Fiction & Fantasy?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Of Beast and Beauty'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Of Beast and Beauty
  He crosses his arms, emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders. It was hard for me to imagine him being descended from the same people as the small, narrow men of this city. Learning that half of his people came from somewhere else makes sense.
  He nods. "At first, the creatures left us alone, but when the land outside the domes began to die, their usual prey died along with it and they began hunting people."
  A kiss. It seems the thing to do. I lean in, pressing my lips to his forehead the way he pressed his to mine, offering comfort, but after only a moment he takes me by the shoulders and sets me gently away.
  It doesn't matter that the garden is a lie. I'm not tainted, and Gem isn't a monster. There might be no need for herbs to impede mutation. If the people in the Banished camp have scales or claws or other mutant characteristics, there's nothing wrong with that. What's wrong is the way the rest of the city treats them. I'll find a way to convince the whole citizens that they have nothing to fear from those who look different.
  He stops, his entire back rigid, before he turns and walks back down the hall toward me. He looks angry, furious, and for a moment I'm afraid of what he'll say, but he doesn't say a word. He pulls me into his arms, lifting me off my feet, silencing my breath of surprise with a kiss.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I'm sure most of my people will feel the same way. The Smooth Skins are the enemy. Our rage against them has been building for centuries, a bonfire stoked and fanned by every loved one lost too soon, every night spent listening to a child cry out in hunger, every morning a mother rolls over to find her baby starved to death on the pallet beside her.
  I know now that most of the Smooth Skins have no idea how their actions have affected my people, but I still have hate for them in my heart. I hate Bo and his father and the soldiers who damaged my legs, but I care for Isra more than I loathe them. I... I love her. And love is stronger than hate. I believe that. I believe Isra and I can change our worlds. Together. If we are brave.
  I finally feel brave. I won't ask Father to cut my warrior's braid. I'm not a coward. I'm a different kind of warrior, one who will fight with my heart instead of my hands, and I'll start by telling my people the truth. It would be easier to lie, but lies will never change the way they see the Smooth Skins, and we've all told too many lies. I'm sick of them.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I'm sick of them.. It would be easier to lie, but lies will never change the way they see the Smooth Skins, and we've all told too many lies. I'm a different kind of warrior, one who will fight with my heart instead of my hands, and I'll start by telling my people the truth. I'm not a coward. I won't ask Father to cut my warrior's braid.
  I finally feel brave. If we are brave. Together. I believe Isra and I can change our worlds. I believe that. And love is stronger than hate. I love her... I. I hate Bo and his father and the soldiers who damaged my legs, but I care for Isra more than I loathe them.
  I know now that most of the Smooth Skins have no idea how their actions have affected my people, but I still have hate for them in my heart. Our rage against them has been building for centuries, a bonfire stoked and fanned by every loved one lost too soon, every night spent listening to a child cry out in hunger, every morning a mother rolls over to find her baby starved to death on the pallet beside her. The Smooth Skins are the enemy.I'm sure most of my people will feel the same way
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: In this particular beginning, there were also a girl and a boy whose love had saved the world, and who refused to let the world slip back into darkness. Together they became the king and queen of a new nation, and led their people as wisely as they could. Sometimes that meant leading them into hiding. Sometimes it meant leading them into battle, and when it did, the boy and the girl fought their enemies fiercely. But when the battle was won, they remembered to be merciful, to begin again with love for their enemies as well as their friends.
  Love was the gift they gave their world. Love made them happy for many, many years, until it was time for yet another beginning.
  On the night their souls slipped away—within moments of each other, surrounded by children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and the first great-great-grandchild with green eyes like the queen's—the Summer Star split down the middle, leaving two stars in its place.
  One was white and as pale as Queen Isra's skin when she was a girl, the other a luminous orange like King Gem's scales when he sat before the fire. They were celebrated and named Beauty and Beast, but none of the king or queen's people would ever say which star was which. They would only look kindly on the stranger who'd asked and say, "Beauty is wherever you find it, and Beast is there when you need to defend it."
  Centuries passed and cities rose and fell, wars were fought and lives were lost, but every summer, when Beauty and Beast appeared in the night sky, somehow the people remembered to love a little harder, and never again did their planet fall into darkness.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "
  Centuries passed and cities rose and fell, wars were fought and lives were lost, but every summer, when Beauty and Beast appeared in the night sky, somehow the people remembered to love a little harder, and never again did their planet fall into darkness. Together they became the king and queen of a new nation, and led their people as wisely as they could. Sometimes that meant leading them into hiding. Sometimes it meant leading them into battle, and when it did, the boy and the girl fought their enemies fiercely. But when the battle was won, they remembered to be merciful, to begin again with love for their enemies as well as their friends.
  Love was the gift they gave their world. Love made them happy for many, many years, until it was time for yet another beginning.
  On the night their souls slipped away—within moments of each other, surrounded by children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and the first great-great-grandchild with green eyes like the queen's—the Summer Star split down the middle, leaving two stars in its place.
  One was white and as pale as Queen Isra's skin when she was a girl, the other a luminous orange like King Gem's scales when he sat before the fire. They were celebrated and named Beauty and Beast, but none of the king or queen's people would ever say which star was which. They would only look kindly on the stranger who'd asked and say, "Beauty is wherever you find it, and Beast is there when you need to defend it.In this particular beginning, there were also a girl and a boy whose love had saved the world, and who refused to let the world slip back into darkness.