conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Kin of Ata Are Waiting for You'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Kin of Ata Are Waiting for You
  It was all fine, except for the nightmares. And the nightmares were, perhaps, the only real thing in my life.
  I knew all the rest was phony. I knew my popularity would wane, but not before I'd made a lot of money and would then be able to... able to what? I hadn't thought of the next stage, the next orgasm, yet. But I was coming down.
  The nightmares were more frequent. And women—women like Connie—sometimes became absolutely savage, as though being with me turned them into some kind of screeching witches.
  I hardly left the tent that day, not even to stand in the opening. I rehearsed my story. I had decided to try the trip story: I'd gone away for a rest, telling Connie she could use the house while I was gone. I'd had an accident. As soon as I was able I'd gone back to town. I hadn't seen a newspaper, so I had no way of knowing what had happened. No, I had no idea who could have done it. Of course, Connie was a woman who got around—there were any number of men, perhaps a jealous lover or ex-husband... she had two of them.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There were still many fine days left, but we all spent more time in the kas. Sleeping periods extended to fill the longer nights, and I often found myself sitting up alone in the dark, long before sunup, waiting for the others to awaken. Their movements slowed and there was no more dancing. They were conserving energy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about worked, during.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There were still many fine days left, but we all spent more time in the kas. Sleeping periods extended to fill the longer nights, and I often found myself sitting up alone in the dark, long before sunup, waiting for the others to awaken. They had worked hard during the long days, and now they slept just as long and just as hard. Their movements slowed and there was no more dancing. They were conserving energy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Do not judge these words by the man who writes them. Listen, not to my words, but to the echo they evoke in you, and obey that echo. And think that if I, a murderer whose murders were the least of his crimes, if a man like me could find himself in Ata and could re-learn the dream, and further, could glimpse for a moment the reality behind the dream... then how much easier it might be for you.
  You have only to want It, to believe in It, and tonight, when you close your eyes, you can begin your journey.
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