conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Ring, Collapsium, Tamra with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'The Collapsium'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Collapsium
  Wellstone can also form compounds, amalgams, admixtures, sinters, and even whole solid-state devices; a thin square of it can be a hypercomputer if you like, or a clear glass window, or a stunningly accurate painting of your sister.
  So it's handy stuff to have around, particularly in conjunction with nanoassemblers and other semiadvanced technologies of the third millennium.
  That second widening slightly increases the chance that another proton will fall in, which in turn increases the chances of still another, and a few billion iterations later the invading protons are free to crowd around the event horizon and spiral in, forming an ever-widening hole whose mass can eventually grow to disrupt—and finally crush—the collapsium lattice around it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Bruno, Towaji's, Queen, thing, need, bored, looking, naked.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Collapsium
  Wellstone can also form compounds, amalgams, admixtures, sinters, and even whole solid-state devices; a thin square of it can be a hypercomputer if you like, or a clear glass window, or a stunningly accurate painting of your sister. 
  So it's handy stuff to have around, particularly in conjunction with nanoassemblers and other semiadvanced technologies of the third millennium. The thing you need to remember is that by Bruno de Towaji's time it was also dirt-common, its infinite potential mainly in the hands of bored or inept programmers who'd rather be looking at counterfeit naked pictures of the Queen. 
  That second widening slightly increases the chance that another proton will fall in, which in turn increases the chances of still another, and a few billion iterations later the invading protons are free to crowd around the event horizon and spiral in, forming an ever-widening hole whose mass can eventually grow to disrupt—and finally crush—the collapsium lattice around it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Varna approaching again? More slowly, yes, but definitely approaching. Because he's cut through a swath of thick atmosphere, because he's hit a tree, because he's deployed a streamer chute that, while it couldn't quite stop him, could at least slow him down below the planette's escape velocity.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Finally, Bruno de Towaji matches Radmer's anger, and meets his gaze. "You think so, do you? Smug bastard. Speak the name of your peril, then, and begone from my sight."
  Radmer does as he's told, and has the grim pleasure of watching the old man's face light up with a terrible mix of wonder and righteous anger and, yes, even fear.
  Now de Towaji is fully awake, blinking, looking Radmer up and down. "Lune, you say? The collapsiter grid is gone. Did I dream that? Between the stars we travel no more. How did you get here, lad? And... how will you return?"
  Radmer feels the corners of his mouth begin to stir. Seeing Bruno again has brought back a lot of memories, a lot of old grief. With the clarity of hindsight, he does feel some understanding of his bonds to this man, but they were formed and broken long ago, in events so huge that from the inside they hadn't looked like anything at all. Joyrides and camp riots, the green virile fires of youth.
  But this is too practical a question for a man who wants to be left alone. Radmer senses that a hurdle has been crossed, a new cascade of events set in motion. He will be taking this man, this intellect, this trove of living history back to Lune with him. And in that moment he dares, for the first time in months, to hope.