conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Clark, Denton, Clark's with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Revenge of the Star Survivors'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.. End with the sentence ' Only more dangerous.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Revenge of the Star Survivors
  Also, it had the nice touch of being certified for high-altitude use by the RAF, as made clear by the circular insignia on the back, between my shoulder blades.
  Yet somehow, I still noticed wary stares as I trudged forward, up the long walkway, past the flagpole, to the entrance.
  I arrived on a concrete dock, where I faced a set of steel doors. Passing through them should have been simple. But three natives loitered there, watching me. I fixed my eyes on the ground. If I could just slip past them without engaging in any kind of communication, I would be perfectly—
  I did not return the greeting. Not drawing attention to myself was key to achieving my first-day objectives.
  I raised my head, slowly, and tried to scan him with a sideways glance. He was tall—at least compared to me. He had stringy blond hair, long, whiplike arms and a thin, cold smile. His narrow eyes made me think of a big, carnivorous reptile. Only more dangerous.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: From the bottom of the shaft, it was a ten-foot drop to the floor. There was no way to tell who or what I would find when I let go.
  I let my backpack fall first, and it made a slapping sound as it hit the concrete floor. I landed next to it, in a clumsy Spider-Man-like stance. I looked up, and as my eyes adjusted to the light they fell on...
  At that moment, a shoe fell on my head. A girl's shoe. Slip-on. Had Ricki been running in these things? She was more adept than I—
  I realized, too late, that I should have made some kind of effort to catch her. But there was no need; she landed gracefully, with one leg extended behind her, and made sort of a flourish with her arms.
  In the yellow light of the crayon candles, I could see Les turning an alarming color. His lower lip was trembling. His eyes began to shine.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She looked up at me, probably trying to decide whether I was an imminent threat or just a looming danger.
  I thought for a moment and said, "Nah. I just know a little about this school. And a few things about how to be a survivor."
  John Freeman; Logan Garrison Savits; and nerd magnet Sarah Burnes, the rock-star avenging angel agent/editor every writer dreams of.
  The Richardson Public Library, for quiet spaces, and Carolyn Bess and the Dallas Museum of Art, who brought Norton Juster to town, making a childhood dream come true while also providing me with an epigraph.
  Chris Morris, John Hanan, Ken Walters, Scott Dirk Anderson, Mark Bradford and anyone else who answered oddball questions about Marines or electronics or helped me survive junior high. David Innes and Melissa Parsons, for reading my work and providing decades of moral and immoral support.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: David Innes and Melissa Parsons, for reading my work and providing decades of moral and immoral support..
  Chris Morris, John Hanan, Ken Walters, Scott Dirk Anderson, Mark Bradford and anyone else who answered oddball questions about Marines or electronics or helped me survive junior high.
  The Richardson Public Library, for quiet spaces, and Carolyn Bess and the Dallas Museum of Art, who brought Norton Juster to town, making a childhood dream come true while also providing me with an epigraph."
  John Freeman; Logan Garrison Savits; and nerd magnet Sarah Burnes, the rock-star avenging angel agent/editor every writer dreams of. And a few things about how to be a survivor. I just know a little about this school.
  I thought for a moment and said, "Nah.She looked up at me, probably trying to decide whether I was an imminent threat or just a looming danger