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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Revelation Space about Dawn, War with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction.
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conversations.value: the author's first novel is "hard" SF on an epic scale, crammed with technological marvels and immensities. Its events take place over a relatively short period, but have roots a billion years old--when the Dawn War ravaged our galaxy.
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story titled Revelation Space about Dawn, War with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction.
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conversations.value: Revelation Space: Revelation Space starts off with three seemingly unrelated narrative strands that merge as the novel progresses.\nThis plot structure is characteristic of many of Reynolds's works.\nThe first strand centres around Dan Sylveste, beginning in the year 2551.\nSylveste is an archaeologist excavating the remains of the long-dead Amarantin race.\nOver the course of decades, Sylveste learns that the Amarantin may have become technologically sophisticated before their sun destroyed life on the planet Resurgam nearly a million years prior.\nThe next strand centres around Ilia Volyova aboard the Nostalgia for Infinity, a large ship capable of interstellar travel.\nVolyova and the other members of her skeleton crew wish to find Sylveste because they believe he can help them with their captain, who has been infected with the Melding Plague, a nanotech virus that attacks human cells and machine implants to pervert them into grotesque combinations.\nThe third strand focuses on Ana Khouri, an assassin living on the planet Yellowstone (in the Epsilon Eridani system).\nKhouri is hired by a mysterious figure known as the Mademoiselle to assassinate Sylveste.\nWith help from the Mademoiselle, Khouri infiltrates the crew of the Nostalgia for Infinity as it reaches orbit around Yellowstone, knowing that they will then travel to Resurgam.\nThe Nostalgia for Infinity arrives in orbit around Resurgam in 2566.\nDesperate to secure Sylveste's expertise to help cure her captain, Volyova and the other two members of the ship's ruling triumvirate (Sajaki and Hegazi) threaten the defenceless Resurgam civilisation, prompting its rulers to turn Sylveste over to them.\nOnce aboard, however Sylveste informs the triumvirs that he has antimatter bombs hidden inside the implants in his artificial eyes that could destroy the Nostalgia for Infinity.\nHe then agrees to attempt to cure their captain in exchange for a trip to Cerberus, a mysterious nearby planet that he believes holds the secret to the truth of Amarantin civilisation.\nThey soon discover that Cerberus is actually a massive beacon aimed at alerting a machine sentience of the appearance of new star-faring cultures so that it can destroy them.\nIt is this sentience, Sylveste belatedly realises, that caused the demise of the Amarantin.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: \nIt is this sentience, Sylveste belatedly realises, that caused the demise of the Amarantin..\nThey soon discover that Cerberus is actually a massive beacon aimed at alerting a machine sentience of the appearance of new star-faring cultures so that it can destroy them.\nHe then agrees to attempt to cure their captain in exchange for a trip to Cerberus, a mysterious nearby planet that he believes holds the secret to the truth of Amarantin civilisation.\nOnce aboard, however Sylveste informs the triumvirs that he has antimatter bombs hidden inside the implants in his artificial eyes that could destroy the Nostalgia for Infinity.\nDesperate to secure Sylveste's expertise to help cure her captain, Volyova and the other two members of the ship's ruling triumvirate (Sajaki and Hegazi) threaten the defenceless Resurgam civilisation, prompting its rulers to turn Sylveste over to them.\nThe Nostalgia for Infinity arrives in orbit around Resurgam in 2566.\nWith help from the Mademoiselle, Khouri infiltrates the crew of the Nostalgia for Infinity as it reaches orbit around Yellowstone, knowing that they will then travel to Resurgam.\nKhouri is hired by a mysterious figure known as the Mademoiselle to assassinate Sylveste.\nThe third strand focuses on Ana Khouri, an assassin living on the planet Yellowstone (in the Epsilon Eridani system).\nVolyova and the other members of her skeleton crew wish to find Sylveste because they believe he can help them with their captain, who has been infected with the Melding Plague, a nanotech virus that attacks human cells and machine implants to pervert them into grotesque combinations.\nThe next strand centres around Ilia Volyova aboard the Nostalgia for Infinity, a large ship capable of interstellar travel.\nOver the course of decades, Sylveste learns that the Amarantin may have become technologically sophisticated before their sun destroyed life on the planet Resurgam nearly a million years prior.\nSylveste is an archaeologist excavating the remains of the long-dead Amarantin race.\nThe first strand centres around Dan Sylveste, beginning in the year 2551.\nThis plot structure is characteristic of many of Reynolds's works.Revelation Space: Revelation Space starts off with three seemingly unrelated narrative strands that merge as the novel progresses
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Revelation Space
  Thalia Ng felt her weight increasing as the elevator sped down the spoke from the habitat's docking hub. She allowed herself to drift to the floor, trying to judge the point at which the apparent force reached one standard gee. Thalia hoped this was not one of those habitats that insisted on puritanically high gravity, as if it was somehow morally improving to stagger around under two gees. Her belt, with her whiphound and polling-core-analysis tools, already weighed heavily on her hips.
  Dreyfus took a sip from the bulb of coffee he'd carried with him from the ship. Thalia had conjured it for him: black as tar, the way her boss liked it. 'I suppose it was quite a long summary file.'
  Dreyfus laid a thick-fingered hand on Thalia's shoulder. 'Just remember you're here to do one thing - to secure evidence. Sparver and I'll take care of any other distractions.'
  When the elevator doors puckered open, a wave of heat and humidity hit like a hard, wet slap. Steam billowed in the air as far as Thalia could see. They were standing at the entrance to an enormous cavern hewn into the rocky torus of the wheel's rim. Much of the visible surface consisted of pools of water arranged on subtly different levels, connected by an artful system of sluices and channels. People were bathing or swimming, or playing games in the water. Most of them were naked. There were baseline humans and people very far from human. There were sleek, purposeful shapes that might not have been people at all.
  Dreyfus pulled a pair of bulbous glasses from his tunic pocket and rubbed the condensation from the dark lenses onto his sleeve. Thalia followed his cue and slipped on her own glasses, taking note of the changes she saw. Many of the apparently naked people were now masked or clothed, or at least partly hidden behind shifting blocks of colour or mirage-like plumage. Some of them had changed size and shape. A few had even become invisible, although the shades provided a blinking outline to indicate their true presence. Luminous branching structures - Thalia couldn't tell if they were sculptures or some form of data visualisation related to an ongoing mindgame - loomed over the complex of pools.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Trajanova looked at the two spinning Search Turbines. 'Those units are running at half-capacity. I can't risk spinning them any faster. But I could prioritise your search queries, if that would help. You wouldn't notice much difference.'
  Dreyfus mulled over her hypothesis. It dovetailed with his suspicions, but it was another thing entirely to hear it from Trajanova's lips.
  Delphine Ruskin-Sartorious appraised him with her sea-green eyes, cool as ice. 'You look very tired. More so than last time, and you already looked tired back then. Is something the matter?'
  Dreyfus pressed a fat finger against the side of his brow, where a vein was throbbing. 'Things have been busy.'
  Delphine pushed strands of dirty black hair under the cloth scarf she wore as a hairband. 'You'll have to join some for me first. Who is this suspect you're thinking of?'
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: 'Those units are running at half-capacity. I can't risk spinning them any faster. But I could prioritise your search queries, if that would help. You wouldn't notice much difference.'
  Dreyfus mulled over her hypothesis. It dovetailed with his suspicions, but it was another thing entirely to hear it from Trajanova's lips.
  Delphine Ruskin-Sartorious appraised him with her sea-green eyes, cool as ice. 'You look very tired. More so than last time, and you already looked tired back then. Is something the matter?'
  Dreyfus pressed a fat finger against the side of his brow, where a vein was throbbing. 'Things have been busy.'
  Delphine pushed strands of dirty black hair under the cloth scarf she wore as a hairband. 'You'll have to join some for me first. Who is this suspect you're thinking of?'
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: A little while later he called upon Demikhov. The man resembled a spectral shadow of his former self, spent beyond exhaustion.
  He brought Dreyfus to the quiet green room where the supreme prefect was recuperating. Jane Aumonier lay under bedsheets, sleeping normally. Aside from her thinness, the baldness of her skull and the grey pallor of her skin, there was nothing to hint at what she had endured, either in the last day or the last eleven years. She looked peaceful, serenely restful.
  Dreyfus touched the back of his hand against the side of Jane Aumonier's face. Despite all the time they had known each other, this was the first moment of physical contact between them.
  Demikhov was about to usher Dreyfus from the room when he paused. 'Prefect... there's something I should show you. I think it's rather wonderful.'
  Demikhov conjured a pane into existence, filled with trembling neon-blue lines whose meaning Dreyfus couldn't fathom.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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  Demikhov conjured a pane into existence, filled with trembling neon-blue lines whose meaning Dreyfus couldn't fathom. The man resembled a spectral shadow of his former self, spent beyond exhaustion.
  He brought Dreyfus to the quiet green room where the supreme prefect was recuperating. Jane Aumonier lay under bedsheets, sleeping normally. Aside from her thinness, the baldness of her skull and the grey pallor of her skin, there was nothing to hint at what she had endured, either in the last day or the last eleven years. She looked peaceful, serenely restful.
  Dreyfus touched the back of his hand against the side of Jane Aumonier's face. Despite all the time they had known each other, this was the first moment of physical contact between them.
  Demikhov was about to usher Dreyfus from the room when he paused. 'Prefect... there's something I should show you. I think it's rather wonderful.A little while later he called upon Demikhov.