conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Tanis, Adams, Bloodthirst entitled Bloodthirst.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bloodthirst (novel): The Enterprise is called to a remote bio-research lab on planet Tanis to answer a distress call, finding only a single survivor upon arrival.\nThe survivor, dr Adams, is uncooperative in discussing the details of the research on Tanis, or how the other members of the research team died.\nEventually, it is revealed that Tanis was an illegal biological warfare lab, run by a secret faction within Starfleet.\nThe story also focuses on a security officer, Stanger, who becomes infected after an attack by dr Adams.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: \nThe story also focuses on a security officer, Stanger, who becomes infected after an attack by dr Adams..\nEventually, it is revealed that Tanis was an illegal biological warfare lab, run by a secret faction within Starfleet.\nThe survivor, dr Adams, is uncooperative in discussing the details of the research on Tanis, or how the other members of the research team died.Bloodthirst (novel): The Enterprise is called to a remote bio-research lab on planet Tanis to answer a distress call, finding only a single survivor upon arrival
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bloodthirst
  But back to Ann Crispin. Not only did she introduce me to Merrilee, she introduced me to all the wonderful members of the Whileaway Writers Co-op:
  Bob Greenberger of D.C. Comics, and his beautiful entourage of wife Debbie and daughter Katie (who, we all know, is actually Saavik's child);
  My mother-in-law, Argyri Kalogridis, who is not only delightful company but absolutely the best public relations agent anyone could ever hope for;
  Kum Ja and Chenda of the McLean Café, who deserve thanks for the most delicious sandwiches in McLean;
  His eyes opened to the flickering yellow light of the half-melted candle in the hurricane lamp, and after a second of disorientation in which he feared he had awakened to the wrong century, he remembered he was in Lara's quarters. His jaw ached. He had been sleeping sitting up, with one side of his face flattened against the hard lap of the rolltop desk.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He might as well admit that he needed to talk to the staff psychologist about Ke. Maybe this morning he'd get Rhonda to make an appointment for him. She'd been after him for weeks to quit pretending it had been a breezy transition.
  Quince stopped and turned his head—slowly, to keep the pain to a minimum—to stare. Rhonda had just answered in an uncharacteristically baritone pitch.
  The man in Rhonda's chair swiveled to face him. "Ensign Sareel, Admiral." A Vulcan male, young—at least as far as Quince could guess; they all looked young to him until their hair began to silver—with a broad, square jaw and pointed chin. He had the typical Vulcan coloring—dark brown hair and eyes. "I am Lieutenant Stein's replacement."
  He realized he was yelling and stopped himself. The Vulcan blinked twice, his face absolutely devoid of expression, and said, "Perhaps you should take this up with Admiral Tsebili."
  Great. Just great. As if things weren't rotten enough, now he was going to lose Rhonda, too. The synthesizer panel rose and he picked the coffee up, cradling it in both hands. He let the steam rise into his face before taking a reverent sip.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: George left the upper deck, his eyes never leaving his former commander, all the details of their mutual past flashing through his mind. He came to April's side and saw unshielded resolve in the captain's expression. It was infectious. And confusing. He shouldered his way into April's periphery and quietly prodded, "What is it, Robert? What are you planning?"
  Now George moved around to face him, and to force April to look at him. In the upper edge of the viewscreen, unnoticed, the spacedock moved closer.
  April stepped closer to the helm, placed his hands on the console, and looked out, upward, at the looming spacedock. He nodded out, up. "That's why."
  George stepped closer, leaned over the console, and looked out. The lights bathed his ruddy cheeks and drew him on, into astonishment.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The lights bathed his ruddy cheeks and drew him on, into astonishment. He came to April's side and saw unshielded resolve in the captain's expression. It was infectious. And confusing. He shouldered his way into April's periphery and quietly prodded, "What is it, Robert? What are you planning?"
  Now George moved around to face him, and to force April to look at him. In the upper edge of the viewscreen, unnoticed, the spacedock moved closer.
  April stepped closer to the helm, placed his hands on the console, and looked out, upward, at the looming spacedock. He nodded out, up. "That's why."
  George stepped closer, leaned over the console, and looked out.George left the upper deck, his eyes never leaving his former commander, all the details of their mutual past flashing through his mind.