conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Stand, Zanzibar, Europe with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Sheep Look Up'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is a plot for a book about Stand, Zanzibar, Europe?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Sheep Look Up: With the rise of a corporation-sponsored government, pollution in big cities has reached extreme levels and most (if not all) people's health has been affected in some way.\nContinuing the style used in Stand on Zanzibar, there is a multi-strand narrative, and many characters in the book never meet each other; some characters only appear in one or two vignettes.\nSimilarly, instead of chapters, the book is broken up into sections which range from thirty words in length to several pages.\nThe character of Austin Train in The Sheep Look Up serves a similar purpose to Xavier Conroy in The Jagged Orbit or to Chad Mulligan in Stand on Zanzibar: He is an academic who, despite predicting and interpreting social change, has become disillusioned by the failure of society to listen.\nThis character is used both to drive the plot and to explain back-story to the reader.\nBy the end of the book, rioting and civil unrest sweep the United States, due to a combination of poor health, poor sanitation, lack of food, lack of services, ineffectiveness of services (medical, policing), disillusionment with government/companies, oppressive government, high incidence of birth defects (pollution-induced), and other factors; all services (military, government, private, infrastructure) break down.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Sheep Look Up
  His voice softened. "Look, I'll do you another favor. Right now you can't think straight. You may even have had a sub-clinical dose of the nerve gas—the hallucinogen. I'll give you a note to say you won't be well enough to report for duty until tomorrow. Think about Harold and Denise while you have the chance. It's the only one you'll get"
  And that was too much. Philip turned away to the kitchen with a gesture and went to lean his forehead on a wall. It was covered with a film of greasy dirt, but it was at least cool. In the background he heard Denise saying, "What about Angie? And Millicent?"
  When the door had closed Philip said, "If I could get my hands on the bastards responsible for this, I'd—I'd..."
  Hugh was very sick. Sometimes he thought it must be blood-poisoning because he had these like sores on his face, right up to his mouth so when he licked around he tasted the foul sweetness of pus. Sometimes he thought it was something else he could have caught, a separate fever altogether. But most of the time he thought it was a trip he was taking, only he'd forgotten when he dropped the cap of acid. The world was all rubbery, especially his own limbs.
  But he knew where he was going, and he'd got there, despite dodging pigs and skunks and there not being any cars on the road to hitch a ride with. His own had quit on him, or he'd driven it into something, or something. He wasn't thinking too good, what with the fever and the lack of food—he hadn't eaten in days, though he'd found plenty of water.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Great, Roland Bamberley thought as he steered his son in the wake of the armed guards clearing a way through the pressmen before the courthouse. We'll pillory the bastard the way he deserves. Even the president, we know, will be watching.
  Great, Peg thought, taking her place among the reporters, rubbing her arm where she had received an obligatory injection. Against the new flu, the medic on the door had said, but not to put too much faith in it because it had been rushed into production.
  She'd managed to see Austin. Just for a few minutes. And she wasn't worried any more about him being crazy.
  She wasn't sure even yet what bombshell he had up his sleeve. She was convinced, though, that his purpose in refusing to cooperate, to apply for bail, to engage a lawyer, must be a valid one. He had dropped one clue; when she told him what she'd just learned about Decimus's fate, he gave a faint smile and commented that at least in jail he wasn't exposed to that kind of risk. And that was that. But it was enough.
  It hadn't occurred to her before, but it had now crossed her mind that maybe things were going the way he wanted, the right way. And that being so he was safer in prison than out.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: And that being so he was safer in prison than out..
  It hadn't occurred to her before, but it had now crossed her mind that maybe things were going the way he wanted, the right way. But it was enough. And that was that. He had dropped one clue; when she told him what she'd just learned about Decimus's fate, he gave a faint smile and commented that at least in jail he wasn't exposed to that kind of risk. She was convinced, though, that his purpose in refusing to cooperate, to apply for bail, to engage a lawyer, must be a valid one.
  She wasn't sure even yet what bombshell he had up his sleeve. And she wasn't worried any more about him being crazy. Just for a few minutes.
  She'd managed to see Austin. Against the new flu, the medic on the door had said, but not to put too much faith in it because it had been rushed into production.
  Great, Peg thought, taking her place among the reporters, rubbing her arm where she had received an obligatory injection. Even the president, we know, will be watching. We'll pillory the bastard the way he deserves.Great, Roland Bamberley thought as he steered his son in the wake of the armed guards clearing a way through the pressmen before the courthouse
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: And with Harold. But he tried not to think about Harold any more than Harold apparently thought about him.
  He turned to see who was calling. From across the street where another gang was clearing a house which had been burned to a shell like the one his own men were pulling down, a National Guard sergeant. He looked vaguely familiar. Hunting in memory, Philip placed him. One of the fitters he and Alan (poor Alan!) had hired to install the Mitsuyama purifiers.
  If only they'd been installed all over the city! If only they hadn't clogged with those filthy bacteria!
  He told his Pfc to keep the gang working and strolled over to say hello. He couldn't quite remember the man's name. Chicano, though. Gomez? Perez? Something like that.
  Opening the door to the visiting doctor, all set to apologize for the flour on her hands—she had been baking—Mrs. Byrne sniffed. Smoke! And if she could smell it with her heavy head cold, it must be a tremendous fire!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Smoke! And if she could smell it with her heavy head cold, it must be a tremendous fire!. But he tried not to think about Harold any more than Harold apparently thought about him.
  He turned to see who was calling. From across the street where another gang was clearing a house which had been burned to a shell like the one his own men were pulling down, a National Guard sergeant. He looked vaguely familiar. Hunting in memory, Philip placed him. One of the fitters he and Alan (poor Alan!) had hired to install the Mitsuyama purifiers.
  If only they'd been installed all over the city! If only they hadn't clogged with those filthy bacteria!
  He told his Pfc to keep the gang working and strolled over to say hello. He couldn't quite remember the man's name. Chicano, though. Gomez? Perez? Something like that.
  Opening the door to the visiting doctor, all set to apologize for the flour on her hands—she had been baking—Mrs. Byrne sniffed.And with Harold.