conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Kansas, MOTORMAN, Calamari with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Motorman'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Motorman about Robert, Army, Alabama with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Robert the author (1960) was an Army brat born in Alabama and finally settled in Nixa, Missouri. A graduate of Drury College with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Communications/Film he also earned a second major in Philosophy with a minor in Religion and carried an emphasis in Theatre. This course of study left him qualified only to be a televangelist. A writer of blognovels and contributor to various fiction websites his work has also included the book length prose poem, Uncle Sam, the collection of short stories, Motorman and Other Stories and novel, Behind the Darkness. Mr. the author now resides in Kansas City where he continues to write genre fiction and experiment with mixed media art projects using hand drawn and painted elements combined through digital paint and compositing.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about winning, directed.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Robert the author (1960) was an Army brat born in Alabama and finally settled in Nixa, Missouri. A graduate of Drury College with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Communications/Film he also earned a second major in Philosophy with a minor in Religion and carried an emphasis in Theatre. This course of study left him qualified only to be a televangelist. An award winning film/video producer and writer, he has written scripts for or directed every kind of production from local 30-second television commercial spots to documentary productions and travelogues. A writer of blognovels and contributor to various fiction websites his work has also included the book length prose poem, Uncle Sam, the collection of short stories, Motorman and Other Stories and novel, Behind the Darkness. Mr. the author now resides in Kansas City where he continues to write genre fiction and experiment with mixed media art projects using hand drawn and painted elements combined through digital paint and compositing.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Motorman
  He paid no particular interest to maintenance or sanitation. The rusting gutters sagged with a load of leaves and twigs. Windows had been left open during rain storms, leaving soaked carpets in the parlor and buckled tiles in the kitchen. Rarely had the dishes been washed, the vacuum cleaner had never been taken from its closet under the stairs, there were generations of wharf rats living under the kitchen sink, and a frilly gray fungus thrived on curtains and walls.
  As soon as Moldenke arrived at the Charnel that Sunday, his aunt began to needle him, a froth forming at the corner of her lips. "How many times did your mother read you the fable of the grasshopper and the ant?"
  The little nook where she was kept was so narrow that Moldenke could not stand at the side of her cot but had to remain in the doorway a few feet away. He lit a cork-tipped Julep, inhaled, then let the smoke out as he said, "You conveniently forget the tortoise and the hare. She read that, too. I'm off to a slow start, but I could have a strong finish. That's the lesson I took."
  Moldenke had seen jellies walking the streets of Bunkerville, too, but didn't want to frighten his aunt with the real news. Instead, he opened a waxed paper envelope. "I brought you a bear claw. You love them."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Salmonella snatched the key from the peg, ran toward the row of numbered rooms, and tried the key in fifteen. It fit, but was stubborn in the lock, refusing to turn. Eventually, after dozens of tries, the door opened to a burst of stale air. An ugly tableau presented itself. On the floor, beneath a hole in the ceiling, was a mound of rotting gel sacks with cockroaches roaming over it.
  Moldenke said, "I've been tied in such a knot the past few days that I haven't eaten anything. I'm hungry."
  On the way to the motor, Moldenke passed an out-ofuse swimming pool half full of water, a relic of the Black Hole's heyday, when the Old Reactor was under construction. Though the sun blinded him, he could shade his eyes with his hand and see two dead jellies floating in the pool's warm water. Their ear valves had been snipped off. Rats entered and exited holes in their bloated abdomens and gel from the leaking sacks streamed into the water and discolored it. Moldenke stepped away quickly.
  After gathering up a few dried cakes of kerd and a couple of salted mud fish from the motor, Moldenke stopped at the motel office on the way to the room. He wanted to tell the clerk about the jellies in the pool. Perhaps she didn't know. But the blinds were drawn and his knock was not answered.
  When he got back to the room, Salmonella had finished showering and was sitting on a cot in her petticoat, fanning herself. "Damn, it's hot in here."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Moldenke said, "Please, I've got rat bite fever. Get me a doctor. Is there a doctor anywhere around?"
  Gus said, "There's that old man down the street. Maybe he can help you. I'll go and get him. He lost his doctor's license a long time ago, but he still knows a lot. He was trained under Zanzetti."
  Moldenke went in and out of consciousness for the hour it took them to return with a gray-haired man who sat at the vanity and looked at Moldenke from a distance. "I'm Dr. Burnheart, former student of Zanzetti's. Can you see straight? Do you have blurriness?"
  Salmonella squeezed one of Moldenke's bare toes. "We'll take care of him," she said, "till he's completely better."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". Get me a doctor. Is there a doctor anywhere around?"
  Gus said, "There's that old man down the street. Maybe he can help you. I'll go and get him. He lost his doctor's license a long time ago, but he still knows a lot. He was trained under Zanzetti."
  Moldenke went in and out of consciousness for the hour it took them to return with a gray-haired man who sat at the vanity and looked at Moldenke from a distance. "I'm Dr. Burnheart, former student of Zanzetti's. Can you see straight? Do you have blurriness?"
  Salmonella squeezed one of Moldenke's bare toes. "We'll take care of him," she said, "till he's completely better.Moldenke said, "Please, I've got rat bite fever.