conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about John, Prime, Reed with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'The Walls of the Universe'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Walls of the Universe
  Corrundrum said, "You're worthless to me. You're not even an original." He didn't wait for an answer. "So long, kid. Sorry for bothering you. Good luck. When they find you, don't tell 'em you know me."
  Regardless of Charboric's dire demand for the source of the pinball idea, the lawyers decided that the head-to-head versions of the pinball machines were so different from anything that John had seen that the patent work could go forward. They filed several more patents on different pinball technologies in January. They didn't bother hiring any of them, and instead brought on a squat, reserved shop foreman named Viv, who seemed to inspire a fear of death in her workers. She had her own recommendations for workers that resulted in a fifty-person staff on the floor by February, working at 100 percent capacity to fill the orders they had coming in. The Vegas deal had come through after all, as had a dozen smaller orders.
  As classes picked up, John's time became sparse. At first he didn't notice, but when Grace missed class for the third straight day, he realized something was up.
  Grace shrugged. They were in an office on the foreman's deck, overlooking the factory floor below. Because of their school schedule, they ran the floor from the afternoon to midnight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Visgrath, Aryan, English, glowing.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Walls of the Universe
  Corrundrum said, "You're worthless to me. You're not even an original. " He didn't wait for an answer. "So long, kid. Sorry for bothering you. Good luck. When they find you, don't tell 'em you know me. "
  Regardless of Charboric's dire demand for the source of the pinball idea, the lawyers decided that the head-to-head versions of the pinball machines were so different from anything that John had seen that the patent work could go forward. They filed several more patents on different pinball technologies in January. 
  Visgrath sent them dozens of tall Aryan men who spoke little English but came with glowing references from him or Charboric. They didn't bother hiring any of them, and instead brought on a squat, reserved shop foreman named Viv, who seemed to inspire a fear of death in her workers. She had her own recommendations for workers that resulted in a fifty-person staff on the floor by February, working at 100 percent capacity to fill the orders they had coming in. The Vegas deal had come through after all, as had a dozen smaller orders. 
  As classes picked up, John's time became sparse. At first he didn't notice, but when Grace missed class for the third straight day, he realized something was up. 
  Grace shrugged. They were in an office on the foreman's deck, overlooking the factory floor below. Because of their school schedule, they ran the floor from the afternoon to midnight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He'd covered the whole workbench by then, and had to place some of his circuits on the ground or the hood of his car. He'd need some card tables. He rubbed at his eyes. He needed sleep. He needed food, but he wasn't leaving until he'd made more progress.
  The basic controls, such as the field radius control, were easy to duplicate. The eigen matrix, as he came to call it, was the most complex. The hardest part of the neural mass was that connected to the trigger mechanism. It seemed to wrap around on itself like an Ouroborus eating its tail.
  As he was turning to pick up a new circuit board, his foot caught the leg of the bench and he nearly sent all his work flying. He steadied himself, his chest heaving, his heart racing. He needed rest. He'd done enough.
  Casey looked confused. "What are you talking about? Wasn't it some crazed worker? Where are Henry and Grace?"
  John lowered his voice. A nurse was standing outside the door to Casey's room, and the same security guard was sitting on a bench watching.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He'd covered the whole workbench by then, and had to place some of his circuits on the ground or the hood of his car. He'd need some card tables. He rubbed at his eyes. He needed sleep. He needed food, but he wasn't leaving until he'd made more progress.
  The basic controls, such as the field radius control, were easy to duplicate. The eigen matrix, as he came to call it, was the most complex. The hardest part of the neural mass was that connected to the trigger mechanism. It seemed to wrap around on itself like an Ouroborus eating its tail.
  As he was turning to pick up a new circuit board, his foot caught the leg of the bench and he nearly sent all his work flying. He steadied himself, his chest heaving, his heart racing. He needed rest. He'd done enough.
  Casey looked confused. "What are you talking about? Wasn't it some crazed worker? Where are Henry and Grace?"
  John lowered his voice.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There'd been tests and questions, and Ted had answered what he could. He remembered the last two months clearly. He had a job at Lawson's. He worked nights. He had a car. He knew his address. The doctors had written down notes and nodded. It had been a used-car place. Then they'd taken him to his apartment, but some Mexican family lived there and it looked like they always had. No car, no apartment, no job. But his dad was back. After ten years.
  Ted wasn't sure if it was a fair trade, because he seemed to have traded in his sanity with all the rest of that stuff.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Hodge, Staley, Lawson's.
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conversations.value: There'd been tests and questions, and Ted had answered what he could. He remembered the last two months clearly. He had a job at Lawson's. He worked nights. He had a car. He knew his address. The doctors had written down notes and nodded. 
  Then they'd taken him to the corner of Hodge and Staley where the Lawson's should have been. It had been a used-car place. Then they'd taken him to his apartment, but some Mexican family lived there and it looked like they always had. No car, no apartment, no job. But his dad was back. After ten years. 
  Ted wasn't sure if it was a fair trade, because he seemed to have traded in his sanity with all the rest of that stuff.