conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Silicon Embrace about UFO, Earth, Things with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: All of the UFO myths and legends prove to be true in this outlandish novel by the author. In fact, not one but two alien races have visited the Earth, and it's not entirely clear whether this is good or bad. Things really get intriguing when the Zetans--who happen to have dropped off an ambassador in Roswell, New Mexico--hire a public relations man to discredit their rivals, the Meta. The Zetans have secretly been working with our government (unbeknownst to the president) for years, seeking "only" to improve our lot in life. But that's not all they've been up to...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Silicon Embrace
  Quinn Helden was driving south down the California coastal highway, slowing now for the roadblock. A whitebread young man, gaunt and stringy blond, Quinn squinted through the sudden wash of sunlight as they emerged from the bluff's shadow. Was it a military roadblock?
  Riding with Quinn in the old Volvo sedan was a small woman, pierced and tattooed Zizz; and the black guy Qarma, mid-thirties, scowling; and the fortyish, black-bearded, German-lrish Mahler, and no one else.
  Up ahead were two jeeps parked sideways across the road. The dented and dirty green US Army jeeps were back to back, and mounted in the rear of one of the jeeps was a 16MM machinegun. It looked polished, and appallingly functional.
  There was a shaggy slack-mouthed gunner in a US Army uniform sitting on a stool behind the machinegun, squinting at them in the slant of the afternoon sun off the gunmetal sea. One side of the Pacific Coast Highway was sheer cliff down to black rocks and indigo ocean; the other side was a steep muddy hill, rising to a bluff. There was no way around. And Quinn figured, looking at these guys, that there was no going back North. These pricks would follow—they looked too interested. When people were interested in you, now, along the fractal frontiers of the Second American Civil War, they hunted you.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The gelatin congealing around him felt warm... a feeling began to rise in him that didn't identify itself as terror until the gelatin was nearly blisteringly hot. "Hey, Jaron...?"
  The level of the glutinous medium in Jaron's stall had fallen; light strobed in the stall, and a chemical steam hissed up to hide the alien entirely. When the steam cleared away Jaron had gone, like a stage magician, and the water was draining from the tub.
  Feeling mildly feverish and weak, Faraday got out of the tub, found some towels, dried off, and dressed.
  No Lila. The drag-marks ended abruptly in the midst of a clearing in the cacti. It looked as if the cacti had been crushed, in a perfect circle. The sleeping bag was there, open, empty, and so were Lila's clothes. But no Lila. There were no footprints.
  Sullivan looked around, shouting for her, his voice taking on an edge that the others had never heard.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Obviously the Vatican proscription against birth control, detrimental though it might be to an overpopulated world, was useful to the Zetans and their genetic experimentation...
  There was much involvement in the agenda of the Zetans in the Vatican but this involvement fluctuated...
  Once the Zetans realized Jesus had spread his seed in Europe, they organized the Priory of Sion. The seed of Jesus was unusual, special. They were never again able to produce precisely its like. They were blind to the forces that manipulated them even as they supposed themselves manipulating the human world...
  The Zetans were themselves used by the Higher, the finer energies that emanate from the Absolute: from God; gradually, and by exquisitely slow degrees, these emanations subtly lend their Good Orderly Direction, the "English" on the spinning ball, to all the concatenations of chaos, to the peregrinations of randomness, and from a macroscopic perspective they slowly draw consciousness into Being, as dew is drawn by evaporation to become sky. The process is slow, the process involves suffering, there is no other way.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Obviously the Vatican proscription against birth control, detrimental though it might be to an overpopulated world, was useful to the Zetans and their genetic experimentation...
  There was much involvement in the agenda of the Zetans in the Vatican but this involvement fluctuated...
  Once the Zetans realized Jesus had spread his seed in Europe, they organized the Priory of Sion. The seed of Jesus was unusual, special. They were never again able to produce precisely its like. They were blind to the forces that manipulated them even as they supposed themselves manipulating the human world...
  The Zetans were themselves used by the Higher, the finer energies that emanate from the Absolute: from God; gradually, and by exquisitely slow degrees, these emanations subtly lend their Good Orderly Direction, the "English" on the spinning ball, to all the concatenations of chaos, to the peregrinations of randomness, and from a macroscopic perspective they slowly draw consciousness into Being, as dew is drawn by evaporation to become sky.