conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Encounter at Farpoint'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Encounter at Farpoint
  Picard's practiced eyes glanced quickly over the bridge, noting the efficiency and smooth interaction of the duty complement. Lieutenant Natasha Yar was frowning at something on her console. The Weapons Control and Tactical Station was built into the raised horseshoe behind the captain's chair.
  Tasha was one of the most physically perfect young women Picard had ever seen. She was not especially beautiful—not beautiful in the way Celeste had been beautiful, but then few women were beautiful in the way that Celeste had been beautiful. Nevertheless, Tasha was a striking woman, with piercing green eyes and a short burr of honey-blond hair.
  Picard smiled at the thought. Worf had a lot to learn. Yet there was a Starfleet adage: "Any military operation is automatically a failure." It meant that the captain of the ship had failed in his duty as a peace-keeper. There was a counter-adage as well: "The most expensive army in the world is the one that's second-best." Even in the twenty-fourth-and-a-half century, the debate about military readiness was still a troubling one.
  It was something he would have liked to have discussed with his first officer—except that he did not have a first officer in place yet. They would be taking on the last of the ship's complement at Farpoint Station, including the chief medical officer and the new Number One.
  Well, he would find out soon enough—when they reached Farpoint Station. Picard prided himself on his ability to manage people. He felt it came from his willingness to listen to, to empathize with, the other person's perceptions. He wanted to like this fellow Riker.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Encounter at Farpoint
  Picard's practiced eyes glanced quickly over the bridge, noting the efficiency and smooth interaction of the duty complement. Lieutenant Natasha Yar was frowning at something on her console. The Weapons Control and Tactical Station was built into the raised horseshoe behind the captain's chair.
  Tasha was one of the most physically perfect young women Picard had ever seen. She was not especially beautiful—not beautiful in the way Celeste had been beautiful, but then few women were beautiful in the way that Celeste had been beautiful. Nevertheless, Tasha was a striking woman, with piercing green eyes and a short burr of honey-blond hair.
  Picard smiled at the thought. Worf had a lot to learn. Yet there was a Starfleet adage: "Any military operation is automatically a failure." It meant that the captain of the ship had failed in his duty as a peace-keeper. There was a counter-adage as well: "The most expensive army in the world is the one that's second-best." Even in the twenty-fourth-and-a-half century, the debate about military readiness was still a troubling one.
  It was something he would have liked to have discussed with his first officer—except that he did not have a first officer in place yet. They would be taking on the last of the ship's complement at Farpoint Station, including the chief medical officer and the new Number One.
  Well, he would find out soon enough—when they reached Farpoint Station. Picard prided himself on his ability to manage people. He felt it came from his willingness to listen to, to empathize with, the other person's perceptions.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A passing crewman came across the messy deck, paused to glance at the holodeck entrance, and shook his head. "Monsoon season again," he observed wearily.
  The captain smiled briefly but warmly. "Captain DeSoto is an old friend." He stepped toward the main viewscreen as he addressed the computer. "And what was the reply, computer?"
  Picard and Riker both jumped, startled; but Picard collected himself almost immediately. Worf, who had been seated at the conn, reacted instinctively, rolling out of the low curving chair and drawing his phaser at the same moment. In two more steps, he had placed himself protectively between Picard and the screen, pointing his phaser at the image there.
  Worf glanced at the screen and then at the captain and murmured an embarrassed apology. He slipped the phaser away and allowed Picard to wave him aside, to be dealt with later.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Picard had risen from his command chair to escort Zorn into his ready room. "It certainly has been an unusual welcome aboard. But there's still a lot to do before we can leave orbit." He noticed the bemused expression on Riker's face as the tall man slid into the first officer's chair. "Some problem, Commander?"
  Picard screwed up his face in mock consideration and finally shook his head. "Oh, no, Number One. I'm sure most of them will be much more interesting."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". "It certainly has been an unusual welcome aboard. But there's still a lot to do before we can leave orbit." He noticed the bemused expression on Riker's face as the tall man slid into the first officer's chair. "Some problem, Commander?"
  Picard screwed up his face in mock consideration and finally shook his head. "Oh, no, Number One. I'm sure most of them will be much more interesting.Picard had risen from his command chair to escort Zorn into his ready room.