conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Mary, Arkites, Rachel with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'A Gift Upon the Shore'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first paragraph for this book? End with the sentence '"'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Gift Upon the Shore
  I shrug. "I guess we didn't think we had much choice. We were afraid the food and clothing, even the metal tools that would rust, might be ruined before we found them. And... we had to get out of that cave when we could, or we'd have gone insane."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But her attention was fixed apprehensively on the Doctor. She saw a flash of hope break through the angry skepticism like a shaft of sunlight through an iron gray overcast, but it was gone in a moment, leaving nothing but hostile doubt.
  Mary balked, but the last of her anger succumbed to fear when he exerted himself—and it seemed such a small exertion—to pull her into the examination room and slam the door. There, he released her, turned his back on her while he lighted a smaller oil lamp with a round, mirrored reflector. Then he filled a basin with water from a covered pail and began soaping his hands. "Take off your clothes, Sister."
  She gazed numbly around the room: enameled cabinets, shelves of bottles and boxes, some marked with brand names from Before, and in the center of the room, the narrow, sheet-draped table with the metal stirrups at one end. The smell of alcohol was sharp in the chill air; the steel speculum glittered on a tray by the basin.
  She could think of many reasons, but she crossed to the chair in one corner and began undressing. In the days Before, a nurse would have provided one of those silly paper smocks to maintain the illusions of modesty, but the Doctor was too impatient to offer a substitute.
  She had never felt so vulnerable in nakedness. She clenched her teeth when she felt his fingers pressing into her lower abdomen. A physician's touch had always seemed quite impersonal to her, but this seemed an invasion. And now he was feeling her breasts. She closed her eyes, trying not to flinch. Then she heard him move to the end of the table.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He opens it carefully, reads aloud from the first sheet, " 'And it came to pass in the days before the End of the last civilization, that Mary Hope left the city to come to the sea, and there she found at a place called Amarna a woman of wisdom and courage, and her name was Rachel Morrow....' " He smiles, looks up at me. "I think now when I read this, I'll... understand."
  He frowns, and I know he doesn't like to talk about my dying. But he's learned a lot about death this thirteenth year of his life. And about wisdom and courage. Finally he says, "I wish I'd known Rachel."
  I look out at the sea, chatoyant aquamarine, the surf casting up white laces of foam. "You know her, Stephen. And so will your children, generation unto generation. Even when her name is forgotten, they'll know her."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ...' " He smiles, looks up at me. "I think now when I read this, I'll... understand."
  He frowns, and I know he doesn't like to talk about my dying. But he's learned a lot about death this thirteenth year of his life. And about wisdom and courage. Finally he says, "I wish I'd known Rachel."
  I look out at the sea, chatoyant aquamarine, the surf casting up white laces of foam. "You know her, Stephen. And so will your children, generation unto generation. Even when her name is forgotten, they'll know her."