conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Damia's Children'.
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conversations.value: Damia's Children
  Thian grinned back at him, gesturing toward the dark interior and mentally trying to soothe the young man. He found that the sting-pzzt dampened his Talent: muffled it so he gave up trying to project. He started forward, his boots locking on the plates of the deck so that each step required effort. Then he saw Kiely floating ahead of him, grabbing handholds where he could to propel himself forward, his helmet light illuminating the way. Thian lifted one foot free, grabbed hold of a solid spar and yanked the other boot loose and followed Kiely's aerial example.
  Great heat had certainly seared and boiled any organic substances away, leaving only burst containers that had exploded and some that had apparently imploded. Depending on how long ago the catastrophe had occurred, some traces of the contained substances might be found for analysis. They could do that on their return to the shuttle. As he and Kiely made steady progress into the interior, Thian saw nothing very promising, except that the Hive had been transporting an unimaginable amount of cargo or stores. For an hour, they poked, prodded, peered, squeezing carefully into compartments to either side of this broad but squat ceilinged avenue.
  According to his understanding of Hive ship construction, this corridor might be just above the doubly shielded quarters where, traditionally, the queens were sequestered, constantly laying the eggs that would be stored for use in setting up the next colony. But, look as hard as he could, he could find no access to the lower level. When he saw the first of the tubes, he wondered what function it had performed. Then he came upon a cluster and the sting-pzzt that had been constantly with him increased in intensity. That alone was unusual enough to make him call to Kiely to come back a moment.
  Kiely, floating above him, poked his head down the opening, the light narrowing as it pierced the blackness of the tunnel.
  Thian did not go head first: he stepped off the deck and let that impulsion and his own weight carry him slowly down. Consequently he saw what Kiely had missed: regular openings off the tunnel, compartments that appeared to be sealed with a semi-transparent material which had not boiled, seared, ex- or imploded, and which gave off the most virulent sting-pzzt he'd ever felt. Wincing in discomfort, he slowed his descent by one of the apertures and let his helmet light pierce the gloom. What he made out of the occluded interior made him gasp.
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conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: Roddie grinned affably. "Yes, that's one disadvantage to 'portation. You meet yourself coming and going, so to speak. This way. Getting here before breakfast..." and Roddie chuckled. His humor, Rojer decided, had not altered all that much: still heavy-handed. "... you've avoided the crowds. And we've had them. Thank you, sergeant," he said to the man guarding the entrance to the main section of the platform. "They tell me we'll have more permanent quarters shortly. These are stripped down basic but they suffice." Roddie led them down the corridor and Rojer noticed that all his baby fat had been converted to a trim muscular shape. He was, however, a finger or two the taller and that pleased him. "I'll take you right away to the main viewer room. It's got full screens of the Base. She won't be able to move anywhere without observation. That is, if she ever comes out!"
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: He groaned as each of the sixteen pods leaving the safety of the Hive ship was blasted to bits, seconds into its escape trajectory.
  What happened took far longer than forcing the queens to abandon their ship. Rojer had, in fact, fallen asleep on his couch, weary of watching screens. The comm officer roused him with a few gentle shakes to his shoulder.
  Grandfather was sleepy, too, but he was instantly alert when he recognized Rojer's voice and overrode apologies.
  Rojer grinned. He saw Captain Osullivan's eyebrows raise in query. "Earth Prime wants me to stay in touch, sir, in case there's an immediate reply to your report."
  His grandfather gave him a summary of his sister's adventure, which astonished Rojer thoroughly because he hadn't thought she'd ever do something as wild as that.