conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Manhattan, Civil, Matt with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Manhattan Transfer'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Manhattan Transfer
  He shrank until he was of the smallness of dust, picking his way over crags and boulders in the roaring gutter, climbing straws, skirting motoroil lakes.
  He sat in Washington Square, pink with noon, looking up Fifth Avenue through the arch. The fever had seeped out of him. He felt cool and tired. Another spring, God how many springs ago, walking from the cemetery up the blue macadam road where fieldsparrows sang and the sign said: Yonkers. In Yonkers I buried my boyhood, in Marseilles with the wind in my face I dumped my calf years into the harbor. Where in New York shall I bury my twenties? Maybe they were deported and went out to sea on the Ellis Island ferry singing the International. The growl of the International over the water, fading sighing into the mist.
  James Herf young newspaper man of 190 West 12th Street recently lost his twenties. Appearing before Judge Merivale they were remanded to Ellis Island for deportation as undesirable aliens. The younger four Sasha Michael Nicholas and Vladimir had been held for some time on a charge of criminal anarchy. The fifth and sixth were held on a technical charge of vagrancy. The later ones Bill Tony and Joe were held under various indictments including wifebeating, arson, assault, and prostitution. All were convicted on counts of misfeasance, malfeasance, and nonfeasance.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me two more paragraphs.. End with the sentence '''.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: At Maillard's she met a tall blond Englishman with a coneshaped head and pointed wisps of towcolored mustaches under his long nose.
  She let herself flop into a chair suddenly whimpering, 'Oh Buck I'm so tired of it all... I dont know how much longer I can stand it.'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.. End with the sentence ' A huge furniture truck, shiny and yellow, has drawn up outside.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Sunrise finds him walking along a cement road between dumping grounds full of smoking rubbishpiles. The sun shines redly through the mist on rusty donkeyengines, skeleton trucks, wishbones of Fords, shapeless masses of corroding metal. Jimmy walks fast to get out of the smell. He is hungry; his shoes are beginning to raise blisters on his big toes. At a cross-road where the warning light still winks and winks, is a gasoline station, opposite it the Lightning Bug lunchwagon. Carefully he spends his last quarter on breakfast. That leaves him three cents for good luck, or bad for that matter. A huge furniture truck, shiny and yellow, has drawn up outside.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Manhattan Transfer
  The horror she had felt earlier remained, but she now felt a little additional emotional distance from what she was more and more sure was the terrible fate of the residents here.
  As they'd walked, she'd noticed Matt's faraway expression return several times, and she wondered if the division of the sexes was a particularly painful reminder of his wife being left back on Earth. Abby was irritated with herself because she couldn't deny that she was attracted to the man. Maybe it was because he seemed to be a mix of strength and vulnerability much like she saw in herself. Maybe it was something as stupid as the warmth she felt when he gave her that floodlight smile.
  Even the blowup after she had disobeyed his order hadn't shaken her feelings. She'd known immediately he was right, and somehow she knew that if their positions had been reversed he would have been just as accepting of criticism as she had been.
  The bright "sun" was still on as they walked to the opening they'd dug in the ground. Rudy's cord was still fixed to the metal disk stuck on the inside of the dome. Rudy sprayed a pocket aerosol tube on the edge of the disk, and moments later it slid down, then popped off the transparent bubble surface.
  The black door into the tunnel opened. Abby took another look through the bubble as Rudy dropped into the hole and disappeared. The gray plain could almost have been a huge stagnant lake, unrippled in dead calm, a congealed sargasso sea. From the roof, Manhattan had looked much the way it had looked from Staten Island Ferry, except for being a little farther away and a little clearer since the air between the domes was clean. Now Manhattan was gone again, hidden by another dome.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He pulled the door open a little more and peered through the gap. Finally he pulled it open farther and leaned inside. Seconds later he turned toward the rest of the team and gave a come on sign.
  The team moved faster than they had in hours. Less than a half-minute later, they were all through the door and it was closed behind them.
  Abby suddenly felt heavier as she ran behind Matt as they moved farther into the enclosure. The gravity must be higher in this section somehow. Another wall, perhaps a kilometer away in the distance ahead, formed part of what must have been a still smaller octagonal enclosed area. Between the inner wall and the outer wall lay a forest of large enclosed kiosks. Through the maze of kiosks Abby could see short sections of monorail tracks continuing in toward the center of the complex.
  The kiosks were octagonal, about two meters on a side and about three meters tall. Their placement seemed to be random. Abby and the others followed Matt until they were hidden from the nearby monorail track by two or three kiosks.
  The kiosks were almost all a uniform gray, except for a few nearest the monorail track, each of which had a dark band around the base. Matt approached one of the kiosks. Abby saw that it seemed to have an entry corridor rather than a door. A little like park restrooms, the kiosk was a solid enclosure with an extra short wall that came directly out from the wall, then bent at a octagonal-corner angle and continued for a couple of meters. Apparently, one could walk right inside, but the interior couldn't be seen from outside.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Apparently, one could walk right inside, but the interior couldn't be seen from outside.. A little like park restrooms, the kiosk was a solid enclosure with an extra short wall that came directly out from the wall, then bent at a octagonal-corner angle and continued for a couple of meters. Abby saw that it seemed to have an entry corridor rather than a door. Matt approached one of the kiosks.
  The kiosks were almost all a uniform gray, except for a few nearest the monorail track, each of which had a dark band around the base. Abby and the others followed Matt until they were hidden from the nearby monorail track by two or three kiosks. Their placement seemed to be random.
  The kiosks were octagonal, about two meters on a side and about three meters tall. Through the maze of kiosks Abby could see short sections of monorail tracks continuing in toward the center of the complex. Between the inner wall and the outer wall lay a forest of large enclosed kiosks. Another wall, perhaps a kilometer away in the distance ahead, formed part of what must have been a still smaller octagonal enclosed area. The gravity must be higher in this section somehow.
  Abby suddenly felt heavier as she ran behind Matt as they moved farther into the enclosure. Less than a half-minute later, they were all through the door and it was closed behind them.
  The team moved faster than they had in hours. Seconds later he turned toward the rest of the team and gave a come on sign. Finally he pulled it open farther and leaned inside.He pulled the door open a little more and peered through the gap
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Seconds later the translating computer said, "You possess our thanks. We are very-very-very happy to stop. We are ready to help. We possess no experience in placing cities where they came from, but we are ready. What first should we do?"
  As Matt looked at the captain, Bobby Joe raised his hand. Wearing his most serious expression, Bobby Joe said, "Let's buzz Brooklyn."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Seconds later the translating computer said, "You possess our thanks. We are very-very-very happy to stop. We are ready to help. We possess no experience in placing cities where they came from, but we are ready. What first should we do?"
  As Matt looked at the captain, Bobby Joe raised his hand. Wearing his most serious expression, Bobby Joe said, "Let's buzz Brooklyn.