conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Pawns and Symbols'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Pawns and Symbols
  Though chagrined at forgetting Security for a moment, Jean giggled. Sometimes Aernath seemed almost human. "O.K. Give. What did Kang say? Where are we going now?"
  He grinned. "See, what did I tell you? Hope he put you next to Tirax. It would serve you right after all your suspicions."
  She smiled wryly, not bothering to belabor the point that a gilded cage is still a cage. So far Aernath had been right in his predictions but she still harbored that cold 'if' whenever she thought of home. Kang held the key, but did he ever intend to use it?
  Eager to exploit her new status, Jean readily accepted Aernath's invitation. The mess room was largely empty. Most of the crew, being from Tahrn, were apparently taking shore leave. Not surprisingly the xenozoologist who joined them was from Peneli. She listened as he and Aernath exchanged snippets of rumor and speculation about Peneli. The conversation turned to their stay on Tahrn. Aernath reported not only their success but also the latest inroads of the famine and the populace's response to more stringent rationing.
  Among the zoological delights that awaited them according to him were the dagger-tooth: a 120 kilo, furred predator of the mountains; the greater snowbird with a three-meter wingspread and talons that could carry off a full-grown Klingon; plus a host of uncatalogued amphibians that made the marshes acutely inhospitable. Dr. Eknaar joined them as the zoologist completed his description of one amphibian that sounded to Jean very much like the mythical Terran dragon she had heard of from her grandfather's fairy tales.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Aernath knelt again to the task of freeing Jean. "Cymele's Cloak, Mara, you can't treat her like this and—" he expostulated.
  Jean rubbed her wrists. "Probably. It would depend on the situation. I don't really understand the terms of my presence here."
  Jean glanced at Aernath wondering how much and what he had told Mara. She chose her words carefully. "Kang's terms? My freedom if I cooperated and he succeeded. Death by his own hand at the first sign of treachery. But I consented voluntarily to work against the famine when I discovered the true situation. I'm still willing to do that but preferably not at the expense of a pro-Federation cause or you personally, Mara."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". I'm still willing to do that but preferably not at the expense of a pro-Federation cause or you personally, Mara. But I consented voluntarily to work against the famine when I discovered the true situation. Death by his own hand at the first sign of treachery. "Kang's terms? My freedom if I cooperated and he succeeded. She chose her words carefully."
  Jean glanced at Aernath wondering how much and what he had told Mara. I don't really understand the terms of my presence here. It would depend on the situation. "Probably.
  Jean rubbed her wrists. "Cymele's Cloak, Mara, you can't treat her like this and—" he expostulated.Aernath knelt again to the task of freeing Jean
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It was Aernath who answered her question. "Kang's sister died at an early age—before she bore a son."
  Aernath and Jean stood side by side at the window and watched as the three disappeared into the garden. Suddenly she became acutely aware of his nearness, silent, taut, waiting at her side. Jean looked at his hands resting on the sill in front of her, then at the goblet fragments in her hand. She set them down on the small stand beside her. The finger she stretched out to touch his was trembling. "... for as long as I'm stuck in your Klingon Empire... I'm back on Federation soil, Aernath. I'm free... you're free. No more bonds." The hands gave no clues but she didn't dare look at those eyes...
  He pulled his hand out from under her touch. "I'm afraid it's not as simple as that, Jean. Spock gave me your message." Jean's heart lurched. She had forgotten that frantic message given when she was certain death was imminent and that she would never see Aernath again. But if that sentiment were not returned... better he never knew. His arms folded her in a gentle embrace and she felt his lips at her ear. "Do you suppose two ex-spies could somehow chart a course for Empire and Federation to follow?"
  She reached for his face and at long last let herself plunge into those amethyst depths. "It does present an interesting problem in navigation," she murmured.
  Spock raised an eyebrow at McCoy's uncharacteristic agreeableness and rationality. But he saw no reason to disagree with the doctor's statement. "I believe I have pointed out in the past that I find no practical use for such a creature."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". "I believe I have pointed out in the past that I find no practical use for such a creature. But he saw no reason to disagree with the doctor's statement.
  Spock raised an eyebrow at McCoy's uncharacteristic agreeableness and rationality. "It does present an interesting problem in navigation," she murmured. "Do you suppose two ex-spies could somehow chart a course for Empire and Federation to follow?"
  She reached for his face and at long last let herself plunge into those amethyst depths. His arms folded her in a gentle embrace and she felt his lips at her ear. better he never knew... But if that sentiment were not returned. She had forgotten that frantic message given when she was certain death was imminent and that she would never see Aernath again." Jean's heart lurched. Spock gave me your message. "I'm afraid it's not as simple as that, Jean.
  He pulled his hand out from under her touch..." The hands gave no clues but she didn't dare look at those eyes. No more bonds. you're free... I'm free. I'm back on Federation soil, Aernath... for as long as I'm stuck in your Klingon Empire... ". The finger she stretched out to touch his was trembling. She set them down on the small stand beside her. Jean looked at his hands resting on the sill in front of her, then at the goblet fragments in her hand. Suddenly she became acutely aware of his nearness, silent, taut, waiting at her side."
  Aernath and Jean stood side by side at the window and watched as the three disappeared into the garden. "Kang's sister died at an early age—before she bore a son.It was Aernath who answered her question