conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Overview, BBC, Index with the genre: Science & Math, Biological Sciences?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Body in Question'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Body in Question
  The judge reads the charges—one count of second-degree murder and three counts of first-degree arson—and asks if the state is ready to proceed with opening remarks.
  The rotund prosecutor stands, faces the jury, and wishes them a good morning. This time as he tries to button his jacket, the button slips easily into place. On an empty easel that was standing at the ready when the jury walked in, he places a poster-size full-color photograph of a not particularly pretty baby. C-2 catches a glimpse of the back of the photograph. It was printed at OfficeMax.
  Someone has taken the defendant to the beauty parlor. Her black fringe has been shorn off and the blond strands shaped into an old-fashioned pageboy.
  The prosecutor asks permission to show the jury a photograph, but the defense objects. When the judge studies the picture, her civic veneer falters and her eyes widen. She rules the photograph too prejudicial, but the prosecutor has another picture to share, and this time the defense lets it slide.
  C-2 is still holding the image of the melted crib. No one has come to retrieve it from her and enter it into evidence. She doesn't know what to do with it. Facedown so she can concentrate on the proceedings, or faceup so she can confront exactly what she is being asked to judge?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: After lunch, the church lady returns to the courthouse with a lidded cup of coffee. The bailiff allows her to bring it with her to the jury box, but she doesn't know where to put it.
  The forensic psychiatrist returns to the witness chair, and the judge reminds him that he is still under oath. The prosecutor begins his redirect. Despite the prosecutor's heft, he is springy and combative in his polished shoes.
  The church lady's head falls forward yet again. It bobs and sways in C-2's peripheral vision. The judge notices as well, stops the proceedings, and asks the bailiff to please wake up juror number four. As he approaches the sleeping woman, his footfalls are the only sound in the court. He clears his throat loudly, then calls, "Juror number four."
  Without singling her out, the judge addresses the jury. She reminds them that they took an oath to try this case according to the evidence, and that means they must remain alert in order to properly follow the evidence. She explains that she has some concerns that not everyone has been able to follow the evidence. She asks if any of them has had such a difficulty. When no one raises their hand, she addresses the church lady.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' She doesn't want to let go.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Graham goes last. "It took me a while to make peace with the verdict after learning what I did about the suppressed evidence, but I still believe that Anca is guilty. She may not have acted alone, but she started the fire."
  He reads the votes to himself first as he did during deliberations. "Five guilty, one not guilty," he says.
  Hannah taps her feet as she stands next to him. She now taps her feet habitually. The electricity that passed out of her husband's body has been transferred to her. At first, she thought the impulse to never be still was the restlessness of grief, but over the past couple of months, she has come to accept that his energy is now hers. The ancient Greeks believed that the body was a wooden flute, the soul was the breath as it reverberated within the instrument, and the spirit was the music released from the wood.
  She takes the cigarette Graham offers, slants it between her lips, leans into the flame. The tip of her cigarette is unsteady, and she has to guide his hand to light it. His hand is the first living thing she has touched in months. She doesn't want to let go.