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conversations.value: What is a plot for a book about Earth, Eunice, Blue entitled Blue Remembered Earth?
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conversations.value: Blue Remembered Earth: Blue Remembered Earth takes place in the 2160s, at a time when humanity has repaired Earth\'s climate and extensively colonised the inner solar system.\nAn omnipresent surveillance system (known as the "Mechanism") ensures that violent crime is almost unheard-of, and genetic engineering has vastly extended human lifespans.\nChina, India and the nations of Africa are now the world\'s leading technological powers, although they face competition from the United Aquatic Nations, a new underwater civilisation populated by water-breathing transhumans.\nAlmost all humans possess neural computer interfaces known as "augs", which allow them to access online information, view augmented reality displays, translate speech in real-time and operate telepresence robots.\nSome individuals, wishing to escape the constant surveillance of Earth\'s Mechanism, live in a bohemian, ungoverned "Descrutinized Zone" on the far side of the Moon.\nThe story focuses on Geoffrey and Sunday Akinya, a brother and sister who are members of a powerful African corporate family.\nFollowing the death of their influential grandmother Eunice, the siblings begin investigating a series of cryptic messages that Eunice left across the solar system over the previous century, during her voyages to Pythagoras Crater, Phobos, Pavonis Mons, and the Kuiper Belt.\nIt emerges that Eunice placed herself in exile in the Winter Palace, a space station at one of the Moon\'s Lagrange points.\nIt is in this station that she died, but not before initiating a mysterious research project.\nFacing opposition from powerful Earth authorities and even members of their own family, Geoffrey and Sunday are forced to travel to the edge of the solar system to discover Eunice\'s secret.
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conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Blue Remembered Earth
  Sunday nodded, cajoling an arc of clay out on its own lazy Martian parabola, freezing into the crooked curve of a gull's wing. She didn't get to work with active clay very often; it was too expensive for her usual commissions and there were strict conditions on the importing of nanotechnology into the Zone. 'That's what unsettles me. Ever since she came back, the whole time she's been up there, orbiting the Moon... she's known about this... plot of hers.'
  She hid her shock. If the Pans were going to rip into her secrets, she was damned if she'd give them the pleasure of looking surprised about it.
  After a moment, Holroyd said, 'Your grandmother was born in a different world, Sunday. A different century. She lived through difficult times; saw the best and the worst of what we are capable of. So did billions of others... But she was in a privileged, possibly even unique position. She may not have experienced wars first hand, but she would have met many people who were touched by them, and touched badly. There were no Mandatory Enhancements in Eunice's day, either. She would have understood that there are times, many times, when we can't always be trusted to do the right and proper thing. Even with the Mechanism guiding our actions, even when the neuropractors have knifed villainy out our heads.'
  Geoffrey went deep. At length the transit flume opened out into a submarine chamber the size of which he could only guess at. It was large, definitely: probably big enough to have swallowed both wings of the household and a fair part of the grounds as well. It was spherical and the walls were black, but the equator of this sphere was dotted with entry and exit flumes at regular intervals, and these luminous red and green circles offered some sense of scale and perspective.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs? End with the sentence ' 'Something I found in Phobos,' she said, cautiously.'.
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conversations.value: Jonathan shot his daughter a tolerant smile. 'The suit could be anywhere, if it still exists. Eunice only left the helmet here, at this particular burial site. But it doesn't have to be the same suit to make the helmet work. It just has to fit.'
  There was no part of getting into that musty old suit that Sunday could be said to have enjoyed. The suit was a poor fit in all the critical places (it felt as if it had been tailored for a portly child, not a woman) and being seventy years old, it did nothing to assist in the process of being worn. Without the complicity of Jitendra, Jonathan and Soya, she doubted she would have been able to put the hideous old thing on at all. Conversely, without them there, she probably wouldn't have had the nerve to keep trying. Each component of the suit, as it clicked into place, added to her sense of imprisonment and paralysis.
  The suit was not functioning, in any accepted sense of the word. Its motive power-assist was dead, so it required all of Sunday's strength and determination to move it even slightly. The best she could manage was a ghoulish, mummylike shuffle, and the effort of that would soon tax her to exhaustion. Not that she could go very far anyway. Its cooling and air-recirculation systems were only barely operative, so it was as hot and stuffy as the inside of a sleeping bag. It had no independent internal power supply, but needed to be connected to the Aggregate by an energy umbilical. Only then could the suit feed power to the helmet, which had to be locked into place before it would boot-up and function. Sunday felt ready to be buried. The air circulator huffed and wheezed like an asthmatic dog. Caution indicators, blocked in red, were already illuminating the faceplate head-up display. Even before it had fully booted, the helmet knew that it was plugged into a piece of barely safe garbage, and it wasn't too happy about it.
  The helmet went quiet for a few seconds, as if it was thinking things over. 'Please state your relationship to Eunice Akinya.'
  She had to think about that, sensing that the suit might be looking for a very specific answer. 'Something I found in Phobos,' she said, cautiously.
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conversations.value: What is the last two paragraphs?
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conversations.value: At the moment we lack a 'Theory of Everything', a single, all-enveloping physical theory that would tie together both the behaviour of matter at the grandest of scales – the dynamics of black holes and galactic superclusters – and the smallest, the fizzing, fuzzy realm of subatomic processes. Despite this, we have some promising candidate ideas. We also live in an era of truly exciting experimentation, with projects like the ongoing Large Hadron Collider pushing into energies which may enable competing theories to be tested against each other. It's too soon to say what the outcome of these studies will be. However, the breakthrough on Mercury, with its supposed connection to quark-quark interactions and subsequent application as a new form of spacecraft engine, is entirely fanciful – very much 'made-up' science.
  There is a monolith on Phobos, but no one seriously believes that it's anything other than a slightly unusual (but not all that odd) geological feature. Obtaining close-up images of this long-shadow-casting object will doubtless be a goal for future exploration of the Martian moons. I look forward to seeing what they find.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Perhaps, Eunice's, assumed.
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conversations.value: At the moment we lack a 'Theory of Everything', a single, all-enveloping physical theory that would tie together both the behaviour of matter at the grandest of scales – the dynamics of black holes and galactic superclusters – and the smallest, the fizzing, fuzzy realm of subatomic processes. Despite this, we have some promising candidate ideas. We also live in an era of truly exciting experimentation, with projects like the ongoing Large Hadron Collider pushing into energies which may enable competing theories to be tested against each other. It's too soon to say what the outcome of these studies will be. Perhaps conservatively, I have assumed that the theoretical physics of Eunice's time is not radically different from our own. However, the breakthrough on Mercury, with its supposed connection to quark-quark interactions and subsequent application as a new form of spacecraft engine, is entirely fanciful – very much 'made-up' science. 
  There is a monolith on Phobos, but no one seriously believes that it's anything other than a slightly unusual (but not all that odd) geological feature. Obtaining close-up images of this long-shadow-casting object will doubtless be a goal for future exploration of the Martian moons. I look forward to seeing what they find.