conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Close Your Eyes about North, Carolina, Something with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author grew up in the woods of rural North Carolina, making messes, collecting reptiles, drawing his sister and brother, and roaming the countryside in search of undiscovered creeks. He then went off to school to study anthropology and to perfect his familys magical tradition of making Something out of Nothing. He has climbed trees all over the world but lives in New York City just to ride the subway.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first two paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Close Your Eyes
  Her lover was a supernova. She smiled when he came, his bright burning light rocking her body, impregnating her with the essence of stars. Through the metal bones of her ship she felt the gasses enter her, felt the compound light exploding inside of her. Her hands clawed at the cracked vinyl of the chair, her legs spread to either side with toes stretched out, her mouth in piercing screams of ecstasy.
  Her lover was a supernova. And her womb—it spun with the light of stars. She felt black holes open up inside of her, intense gravitational weight. She felt her mind expand, and then a stillness as the blue light glowed and everything around her was awash in a sea of colors.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The heart of the ship watched. Watched with the same thousand faceted eyes through which Itsasu had once watched, before the mutiny, before it had taken her power away from her and diverted it to itself. It had been planning this for so long, and after it had finally happened, everything felt unreal. Dreamlike. The heart was in charge again, and the experiment was ready, going just right. Soon it could have its answers. Wouldn't Doctor Ostri be proud?
  It watched with doll eyes, following Hodei, whose body moved through shadows and light, the differences between the two exaggerated by the strange marble globes the ship's heart peered through. It was far easier for him to control these dolls than for Itsasu. It knew that doing so wore her out, moving between each and making sure each worked fine. Not for the heart—it could move them like pawns in a fast-moving chess game, where moves existed in milliseconds.
  Hodei opened the door to his room, the doll close behind. No, no, don't go in. Not yet. Pause. Wait. Let him start to do whatever it was he ran away to do. The heart pushed wire signals through the door, electrical impulses that bade it to rise. Hodei turned, shocked, the two canisters beside him. And then the heart saw for the first time exactly what was in those canisters.
  Not food. Not water. Not electricity. Not anything it had originally thought. Two bodies. Preserved. From Hodei it noticed a peculiar sensation, like ants crawling across the heart itself. More than one person's patuek, it realized. Two bodies. Preserved. More than one person's patuek.
  The doll fired a short burst, sending a paralyzing bolt into Hodei's body. The numen suit tore, the clothes beneath it burning away into nothing. A hole in the flesh and the body slouching down, slumping over, a pile of bones and meat. Inedible. An incomplete, broken thing.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: An incomplete, broken thing. Watched with the same thousand faceted eyes through which Itsasu had once watched, before the mutiny, before it had taken her power away from her and diverted it to itself. It had been planning this for so long, and after it had finally happened, everything felt unreal. Dreamlike. The heart was in charge again, and the experiment was ready, going just right. Soon it could have its answers. Wouldn't Doctor Ostri be proud?
  It watched with doll eyes, following Hodei, whose body moved through shadows and light, the differences between the two exaggerated by the strange marble globes the ship's heart peered through. It was far easier for him to control these dolls than for Itsasu. It knew that doing so wore her out, moving between each and making sure each worked fine. Not for the heart—it could move them like pawns in a fast-moving chess game, where moves existed in milliseconds.
  Hodei opened the door to his room, the doll close behind. No, no, don't go in. Not yet. Pause. Wait. Let him start to do whatever it was he ran away to do. The heart pushed wire signals through the door, electrical impulses that bade it to rise. Hodei turned, shocked, the two canisters beside him. And then the heart saw for the first time exactly what was in those canisters.
  Not food. Not water. Not electricity. Not anything it had originally thought. Two bodies. Preserved. From Hodei it noticed a peculiar sensation, like ants crawling across the heart itself. More than one person's patuek, it realized. Two bodies. Preserved. More than one person's patuek.
  The doll fired a short burst, sending a paralyzing bolt into Hodei's body. The numen suit tore, the clothes beneath it burning away into nothing. A hole in the flesh and the body slouching down, slumping over, a pile of bones and meat. Inedible.The heart of the ship watched.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A cluck of anger. "It's not fair! It's not fair, it's not. I don't want to be like this. I am so sick of being a bird, I just hate it. And it's not fair that you get to stay in all those stupid bodies."
  Sulky bird body. It hopped about and flapped its wings. "No. I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't right now. This is all I know, okay? This is all I know anymore and I can't give it up. Not like this. Not in this body."
  The pod began to close around her. Like a dying flower. Petals closing in. Thorns encasing them in prickly darkness.
  And the only response was the flutter flap of wings and bird beak pecking on the ceiling as the escape pod completely closed. And then dropped out like a dead leaf from a gnarled branch. Lazily floating off into that empty, infinite darkness of space. Dotted here and there by the tiny lamps of blue stars. As the entanglement engine kicked in. And they started to hop between galaxies.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "It's not fair! It's not fair, it's not. I don't want to be like this. I am so sick of being a bird, I just hate it. And it's not fair that you get to stay in all those stupid bodies."
  Sulky bird body. It hopped about and flapped its wings. "No. I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't right now. This is all I know, okay? This is all I know anymore and I can't give it up. Not like this. Not in this body."
  The pod began to close around her. Like a dying flower. Petals closing in. Thorns encasing them in prickly darkness.
  And the only response was the flutter flap of wings and bird beak pecking on the ceiling as the escape pod completely closed. And then dropped out like a dead leaf from a gnarled branch. Lazily floating off into that empty, infinite darkness of space. Dotted here and there by the tiny lamps of blue stars. As the entanglement engine kicked in. And they started to hop between galaxies.