conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Evangeline, Vegas, Santee with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Depraved Indifference'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Depraved Indifference
  THE HANDSOME YOUNG FDNY PARAMEDIC JUMPED from the back of the ambulance with his gear bag and looked up at the old four-story walk-up on the Upper West Side'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Depraved Indifference
  THE HANDSOME YOUNG FDNY PARAMEDIC JUMPED from the back of the ambulance with his gear bag and looked up at the old four-story walk-up on the Upper West Side. Once a haven for junkies, including the infamous Needle Park, much of the neighborhood had been gentrified and cleaned up. However, the West 88th Street building, located between Amsterdam and Columbus Avenues, had fallen into disrepair. The steps leading up to the building's entrance, like the sidewalks along the narrow, tree-lined street, were cracked and uneven; a rusted fire escape climbed the faded red bricks of the façade; what paint remained around the windows was peeling away.
  There was certainly nothing charming about the bitter November evening air, nor the three large white men standing in front of the stoop who moved to block the paramedic. "False alarm," said the man on the left, the words coming out from his bearded lips in puffs of condensation that hung briefly in the chill breeze before dissipating.
  The paramedic scowled and brushed the larger man's hand off of his shoulder. "I'm not your brother, Mac, so keep your mitts to yourself."
  Justin Raskov turned at the sound of his partner's voice. "Yo, Bails, these jokers won't let me in the building," the young man replied to the other paramedic coming up behind him.
  At the unexpected outburst, Raskov took a step back but Bailey stood his ground and rolled his eyes. "Frickin' great," he sighed. "We got us a Bible thumper. Numbers 20:18, right? Yeah, I know the Good Book, too, and I'll take that as a threat." He looked back at the ambulance whose driver had his head out of the window listening to the exchange.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Again the crowd, which had been augmented with those who'd been praying in the boy's bedroom, started to move forward. The sergeant pressed the button on the radio transmitter on his shoulder. "Dispatch, we have a situation and are in urgent need of backup," he said even as he pulled the Taser from its holster again. He and his men prepared to defend the paramedics.
  The crowd stopped and seemed unsure of what to do. A few of them yelled but no one moved to interfere with the police and medics.
  Sadler turned to Ellis. "Thanks, son, that could have got ugly," he said. "Now do you or your wife want to ride in the ambulance with your son?"
  The young man turned to find his wife and saw her standing next to Westlund, who had his arm around her shoulders as she sobbed. "Honey, do you want to go with Micah?" he asked.
  His wife stopped crying long enough to glare at him. "I will not sin! Micah was in the hands of the Lord and now you're taking him away."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". The sergeant pressed the button on the radio transmitter on his shoulder. "Dispatch, we have a situation and are in urgent need of backup," he said even as he pulled the Taser from its holster again. He and his men prepared to defend the paramedics.
  The crowd stopped and seemed unsure of what to do. A few of them yelled but no one moved to interfere with the police and medics.
  Sadler turned to Ellis. "Thanks, son, that could have got ugly," he said. "Now do you or your wife want to ride in the ambulance with your son?"
  The young man turned to find his wife and saw her standing next to Westlund, who had his arm around her shoulders as she sobbed. "Honey, do you want to go with Micah?" he asked.
  His wife stopped crying long enough to glare at him. "I will not sin! Micah was in the hands of the Lord and now you're taking him away.Again the crowd, which had been augmented with those who'd been praying in the boy's bedroom, started to move forward.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The man held up his hands and cried out in terror. "Okay, okay, please don't shoot." He fumbled at a set of keys attached to a chain on his belt. He found the key he was looking for and unlocked the door, then stepped to the side and cowered.
  Ghilzai pushed past the man and jumped into the room. "Allahu akbar!" he exclaimed holding up his gun. "Nobody move or everyone dies!"