conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about goddess, Life's, Greek with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Gods Behaving Badly'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Gods Behaving Badly
  The tree was standing alone in a sheltered part of the slope. To the untrained eye, the casual passerby, it probably just looked like a normal tree. But Artemis's eye was far from untrained, and she ran through this part of Hampstead Heath every day. This tree was a newcomer; it had not been there yesterday. And with just one glance Artemis recognized that it was an entirely new species, a type of eucalyptus that had also not existed yesterday. It was a tree that should not exist at all.
  Dragging the mutts behind her, Artemis made her way over to the tree. She touched its bark and felt it breathing. She pressed her ear against the trunk of the tree and listened to its heartbeat. Then she looked around. Good; it was early, and there was nobody within earshot. She reminded herself not to get angry with the tree, that it wasn't the tree's fault. Then she spoke.
  Another silence. Then the tree said, "I'm Kate. I work in mergers and acquisitions for Goldman Sachs."
  Artemis shook her head. "This isn't the first time something like this has happened," she said. "Rest assured, we will be having words about it."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Gods Behaving Badly
  The tree was standing alone in a sheltered part of the slope. To the untrained eye, the casual passerby, it probably just looked like a normal tree. But Artemis's eye was far from untrained, and she ran through this part of Hampstead Heath every day. This tree was a newcomer; it had not been there yesterday. And with just one glance Artemis recognized that it was an entirely new species, a type of eucalyptus that had also not existed yesterday. It was a tree that should not exist at all.
  Dragging the mutts behind her, Artemis made her way over to the tree. She touched its bark and felt it breathing. She pressed her ear against the trunk of the tree and listened to its heartbeat. Then she looked around. Good; it was early, and there was nobody within earshot. She reminded herself not to get angry with the tree, that it wasn't the tree's fault. Then she spoke.
  Another silence. Then the tree said, "I'm Kate. I work in mergers and acquisitions for Goldman Sachs."
  Artemis shook her head. "This isn't the first time something like this has happened," she said. "Rest assured, we will be having words about it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Maybe it was just about the fight? Thinking about the things he had said to her, he felt ill. It was no wonder she was so upset. But then, if it was the fight, why would she have come to his flat? No, it must have been something else, something that happened afterward. Something worse.
  He looked at the front elevation again. He picked up a pencil to make a note, but it wasn't sharp, so he got up and sharpened it into the kitchen sink.
  He ran the tap, flushing away the pencil shavings, and went back to the table. Front elevation. What had he been going to write on it? Never mind, it would come back to him. He had another look at the side elevation, and then the floor plans. Something wasn't right. In front of him the familiar combinations of lines and numbers refused to speak to him, withheld their meanings as if written in a foreign alphabet.
  The thing was, she had said she was scared. Not hurt or angry: scared. What could possibly have happened to scare her? She would tell him when she was ready. Wouldn't she?
  Around midmorning, he heard Alice get out of bed and go into the shower, and a bit later she came into the kitchen, her hair hanging down wet around her drawn face, wearing her jeans from yesterday and Neil's T-shirt over the top.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Aphrodite broke away from the group and hurried up the stairs to where Alice was standing, her parents only a few feet away now. Alice was crying tearlessly, reaching her arms forward, calling out messages of love to all the people who were so desperate to reach her. They would cross the barrier any second, and Neil was standing a little ahead of Alice, ready to step in if anybody got too close, but unable to keep from turning back to look at her face, which was glowing with happiness and gratitude.
  Aphrodite reached out and touched her—actually touched her. Alice gasped and staggered under the weight of gravity as she suddenly felt her body returned to her, in all its imperfect perfection. Then she ran forward to Neil, throwing her arms around him and kissing him, hard, on the mouth. As he kissed her back, her parents finally pushed through the barriers and rushed up the steps to their daughter, laughing, crying, arms outstretched. Keeping hold of one of Neil's hands, she fell into their arms, real tears pouring down her face, sobbing, "I'm back, I'm back, I'm back!"
  Neil dived onto her, kissing her mouth as she laughed and sending all of the invitations flying onto the floor. And Alice blushed pink, all the way down the back of her neck and to the very tips of her ears.