conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Dawn, War with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Revelation Space'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Revelation Space
  Thalia Ng felt her weight increasing as the elevator sped down the spoke from the habitat's docking hub. She allowed herself to drift to the floor, trying to judge the point at which the apparent force reached one standard gee. Thalia hoped this was not one of those habitats that insisted on puritanically high gravity, as if it was somehow morally improving to stagger around under two gees. Her belt, with her whiphound and polling-core-analysis tools, already weighed heavily on her hips.
  Dreyfus took a sip from the bulb of coffee he'd carried with him from the ship. Thalia had conjured it for him: black as tar, the way her boss liked it. 'I suppose it was quite a long summary file.'
  Dreyfus laid a thick-fingered hand on Thalia's shoulder. 'Just remember you're here to do one thing - to secure evidence. Sparver and I'll take care of any other distractions.'
  When the elevator doors puckered open, a wave of heat and humidity hit like a hard, wet slap. Steam billowed in the air as far as Thalia could see. They were standing at the entrance to an enormous cavern hewn into the rocky torus of the wheel's rim. Much of the visible surface consisted of pools of water arranged on subtly different levels, connected by an artful system of sluices and channels. People were bathing or swimming, or playing games in the water. Most of them were naked. There were baseline humans and people very far from human. There were sleek, purposeful shapes that might not have been people at all.
  Dreyfus pulled a pair of bulbous glasses from his tunic pocket and rubbed the condensation from the dark lenses onto his sleeve. Thalia followed his cue and slipped on her own glasses, taking note of the changes she saw. Many of the apparently naked people were now masked or clothed, or at least partly hidden behind shifting blocks of colour or mirage-like plumage. Some of them had changed size and shape. A few had even become invisible, although the shades provided a blinking outline to indicate their true presence. Luminous branching structures - Thalia couldn't tell if they were sculptures or some form of data visualisation related to an ongoing mindgame - loomed over the complex of pools.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Trajanova looked at the two spinning Search Turbines. 'Those units are running at half-capacity. I can't risk spinning them any faster. But I could prioritise your search queries, if that would help. You wouldn't notice much difference.'
  Dreyfus mulled over her hypothesis. It dovetailed with his suspicions, but it was another thing entirely to hear it from Trajanova's lips.
  Delphine Ruskin-Sartorious appraised him with her sea-green eyes, cool as ice. 'You look very tired. More so than last time, and you already looked tired back then. Is something the matter?'
  Dreyfus pressed a fat finger against the side of his brow, where a vein was throbbing. 'Things have been busy.'
  Delphine pushed strands of dirty black hair under the cloth scarf she wore as a hairband. 'You'll have to join some for me first. Who is this suspect you're thinking of?'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He brought Dreyfus to the quiet green room where the supreme prefect was recuperating. Jane Aumonier lay under bedsheets, sleeping normally. Aside from her thinness, the baldness of her skull and the grey pallor of her skin, there was nothing to hint at what she had endured, either in the last day or the last eleven years. She looked peaceful, serenely restful.
  Dreyfus touched the back of his hand against the side of Jane Aumonier's face. Despite all the time they had known each other, this was the first moment of physical contact between them.
  Demikhov was about to usher Dreyfus from the room when he paused. 'Prefect... there's something I should show you. I think it's rather wonderful.'
  Demikhov conjured a pane into existence, filled with trembling neon-blue lines whose meaning Dreyfus couldn't fathom.