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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Immortal, Novel, Series with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Spaceship Next Door'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Spaceship Next Door
  Annie was at the library's front desk, directly beneath the enormous mural. When she sat on the middle stool her head was just below Josiah's impressively bulgy crotch. That was never one of her favorite parts of the painting.
  Annie and Violet were the same age, had the same basic physical shape and the same dark brown hair. Anyone filling out a document listing their attendant vital statistics would conclude that they were therefore very similar, and in those simple terms, they were. Annie even thought of Violet that way—as a lost twin sister or lab-created doppelganger, depending on her mood. At the same time, nobody who saw them together could ever mistake them for one another.
  Vi was home-schooled. It probably wasn't true, but it wasn't that far off either. Vi didn't hang out with any kids her own age unless she was with Annie, and the only time she ever went into town was to hang out with Annie.
  Annie still did it more often than she probably should. Violet was the smartest person she knew, and Annie knew a lot of smart people. (Annie was, by her own estimation, extremely smart. Violet was smarter.) If Violet were in the public school system a lot more people would know this about her, and then maybe Annie wouldn't have to spend as much time convincing other people how cool her friend was.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Annie, Violet, moved, liked, discovered, existed.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Spaceship Next Door
  Annie was at the library's front desk, directly beneath the enormous mural. When she sat on the middle stool her head was just below Josiah's impressively bulgy crotch. That was never one of her favorite parts of the painting. 
  Annie and Violet were the same age, had the same basic physical shape and the same dark brown hair. Anyone filling out a document listing their attendant vital statistics would conclude that they were therefore very similar, and in those simple terms, they were. Annie even thought of Violet that way—as a lost twin sister or lab-created doppelganger, depending on her mood. At the same time, nobody who saw them together could ever mistake them for one another. 
  Vi was home-schooled. She moved into town six years ago, and as Annie liked to joke, if she hadn't discovered Violet, nobody would know she existed other than her parents. It probably wasn't true, but it wasn't that far off either. Vi didn't hang out with any kids her own age unless she was with Annie, and the only time she ever went into town was to hang out with Annie. 
  Annie still did it more often than she probably should. Violet was the smartest person she knew, and Annie knew a lot of smart people. (Annie was, by her own estimation, extremely smart. Violet was smarter. ) If Violet were in the public school system a lot more people would know this about her, and then maybe Annie wouldn't have to spend as much time convincing other people how cool her friend was.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It helped that this was Sorrow Falls. Any other place, Sam's story sounded a lot more suspect, but in this town, the ever-present specter of the space flu lingered in the back of everyone's minds and made this sort of thing possible.
  Another frustrating thing was, after he declined to speak to Dr. Davidian about his emotional state, and after the inquest exonerated him and the others, someone decided to shuffle the rotation.
  It didn't mean he liked the outcome.
  Sam had been in Sorrow Falls for fourteen months, which was longer than most of the men assigned to the base, but not as long as Vogel and his guys. They called themselves 'lifers', and they'd been there for a little over two years. There were only ten of them—nine now—five of whom made up Sam's new team.
  Two years didn't seem like a long time to be at a base that saw no combat, but as far as lifers were concerned they were owed some sort of special respect, which was annoying since they all carried the same rank as Sam and two were younger than he was. It was all very high school, but Sam could learn to deal with it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Vogel, filled.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It helped that this was Sorrow Falls. Any other place, Sam's story sounded a lot more suspect, but in this town, the ever-present specter of the space flu lingered in the back of everyone's minds and made this sort of thing possible. 
  Another frustrating thing was, after he declined to speak to Dr. Davidian about his emotional state, and after the inquest exonerated him and the others, someone decided to shuffle the rotation. 
  It didn't mean he liked the outcome. His new team was A: on a nighttime rotation with the spaceship, and B: filled with men who'd come in with Vogel. 
  Sam had been in Sorrow Falls for fourteen months, which was longer than most of the men assigned to the base, but not as long as Vogel and his guys. They called themselves 'lifers', and they'd been there for a little over two years. There were only ten of them—nine now—five of whom made up Sam's new team. 
  Two years didn't seem like a long time to be at a base that saw no combat, but as far as lifers were concerned they were owed some sort of special respect, which was annoying since they all carried the same rank as Sam and two were younger than he was. It was all very high school, but Sam could learn to deal with it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last four paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'Before leaving work for the weekend, Anita's boss gave her a file for safekeeping'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Before leaving work for the weekend, Anita's boss gave her a file for safekeeping. Now the killer sitting in her bedroom wants the file, and is willing to kill Anita and her wounded, unconscious husband if he doesn't get it. But if she hands it over, he might kill them anyway.
  As the adage went, when one door in Lindy's life closed another door certainly did open, but she never expected anything like Club Himeros to be on the other side of that door.
  It was a strange time in her life. Lindy's relationship had just fallen apart—for reasons she couldn't pinpoint—her friends were asking questions she couldn't answer, and now a secret club was asking her to wear a mask and attend. Alone, into a private world full of mystery an danger. It wasn't the sort of risk Lindy normally took.
  Once there she could hardly believe what she was seeing. Soon, she couldn't believe what she was doing. Then she discovered all she'd been missing.