conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Reconstruction'?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Reconstruction
  They were a team-member down, then, but in the event it didn't matter. She'd recognized Eliot as the twins' father as soon as he entered her field of vision: wandering across the hall, unsure of his destination. Already, she knew it was her table he was heading for – events slotted into place like that. Some people remained strangers for good and sensible reasons. With others, the connections were hardwired from the moment you noticed you shared the planet with them. It had nothing to do with sexual attraction, or even liking. It was simply that you were plugged into the same network.
  She'd said something like, 'Aren't you the twins' father?', and he'd replied, 'What are you doing here?', as if he'd thought teachers were packed away in cupboards with the rest of the equipment come four o'clock.
  What was the time? He could hardly check his watch. Bad manners, even when the recipient wasn't holding a gun.
  And the only clock in sight was a teaching tool: its plas-tic hands aimed at an optimistic ten to four.
  Ben raised his hands, palms spread. 'I just can't picture Miro clubbing, that's all. Not unless it was a chess club or something.'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The children gripped him tighter. Though terrified, they'd grown used to what was happening; had accustomed themselves to a reality in which each clutched a leg and muttered rhymes while their father held them tight. And now he was talking to the other grown-ups as if this had become normal to him, too. And both had the same thought at the same moment: both wished their mother were here instead of their father. Their mother would never break her focus on their well-being.
  Eliot went on: 'You said this Miro was out in Iraq look-ing at all the ways money was going missing. But that wasn't so you could stop it happening, was it? It was so you could join in the looting.'
  Louise looked at him. For a moment, something passed between them, or Eliot thought it did. He hugged his boys tighter, having registered a shift in their postures, then looked to Ben Whistler for an answer.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When he rezipped his pack and moved off, the gun was shallowly buried under grey and pink gravel, and he had nine minutes before his train left.
  The guard at the barrier was reaching for his ticket when Ben Whistler's name echoed loudly round the hall.
  Viewed from above – from, say, a CCTV camera – Louise Kennedy was the centre of events; events that quickly tightened focus as the three armed cops surrounding her reacted precisely as they'd been trained to do.
  Though the aim she'd taken at Ben Whistler didn't waver throughout. Later, the queens of the database reduced the available footage to a sequence of stills. In most, you could read Ben Whistler's expression as resigned, even rueful.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The guard at the barrier was reaching for his ticket when Ben Whistler's name echoed loudly round the hall.
  Viewed from above – from, say, a CCTV camera – Louise Kennedy was the centre of events; events that quickly tightened focus as the three armed cops surrounding her reacted precisely as they'd been trained to do.
  Though the aim she'd taken at Ben Whistler didn't waver throughout. Later, the queens of the database reduced the available footage to a sequence of stills. In most, you could read Ben Whistler's expression as resigned, even rueful.