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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Nigel, Snark, Icarus entitled In the Ocean of Night.
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conversations.value: In the Ocean of Night: In 1999 (2019 in the second edition), Nigel Walmsley, a British scientist and astronaut for NASA, is sent to attach a thermonuclear bomb to a comet named Icarus which is on a direct collision course for India.\nIcarus turns out to be large, solid, and made of a nickel-iron composite.\nNigel is instructed to plant the weapon and leave so it can be detonated.\nHe persuades Mission Control to let him put it in a large fissure he discovered, so it would be even more effective.\nIn the fissure, Nigel discovers strips of metal worked in obviously artificial patterns.\nAwestruck at this evidence of extraterrestrial intelligent life, Nigel begins exploring.\nIcarus is made up of a number of hollow shells, making the asteroid\'s mass far less than predicted.\nNASA insists that the demolition has to go forward, claiming Icarus would skip off the atmosphere and land in the Indian Ocean, causing widespread damage from the resultant tsunami.\nNigel realizes this is a lie, and convinces his partner of that.\nThey hide the nuke and spend the next week retrieving artifacts and materials before detonating the bomb.\n15 years after their discovery the Icarus artifacts have yielded little, and Nigel\'s delayed detonation of Icarus has alienated him from NASA and other people.\nNigel\'s partner, Alexandria, dies from systemic lupus erythematosus, a disease caused by pollution.\nAn anomaly near Jupiter distracts Nigel: something, nicknamed \'the Snark\', is repeating radio broadcasts.\nThe anomaly fires its fusion engines and reveals itself to the satellites around Jupiter.\nAs a probe vessel, the directing computer could not afford to ignore the satellites\' radio emissions before it moved on to Earth.\nEventually the JPL team locates the Snark around Venus.\nNigel hijacks the communications, transmitting his own signal to the Snark.\nThe Snark receives the signal as a sign of non-hostile intentions and transmits back.\nIt also reaches out through Nigel\'s medical implants to his dead partner\'s more elaborate ones, and commandeers her body to explore and learn about Earth.\nThe initial tentative transmissions blossom into a largely one-way torrent of information for the Snark.\nOne day, it asks to visit Earth.\nA compromise is worked out: the Snark will orbit the Moon until trust is built up.\nAs Nigel is already fully informed, he is assigned to pilot the space ship (armed with another nuke) and meet the Snark.\nNigel meets the Snark, which disables his chemical weapons and begins talking to Nigel.\nIt says that organic civilizations and species are inherently unstable; they flash brilliantly and commit suicide sooner or later.\nThe autonomous machines they craft live on long after them, going on and evolving.\nBut they cannot truly compete with the organics, who live "in the universe of essences".\nThat is the reason for the Great Silence.\nNigel\'s superiors order him to use the nuclear weapon, but he refuses.\nThey override him and fire it anyway but the Snark flees the Solar System faster than the missile can follow.\nThe decision to fire is covered up, but Nigel blackmails NASA into letting him go to the Moon; the Snark had directed a transmission at Mare Marginis for unknown parties, and Nigel wanted to find those parties.\nFour years later, Nigel is now based on the Moon.\nA fellow astronaut, Nikka, is involved in a crash that accidentally discovers a still active alien spacecraft wreck in the Moon\'s Mare Marginis - a spacecraft suspiciously armed with a once-powerful anti-spacecraft weapon.\nNigel and Nikka explore the wreck, and find a functioning computer with a direct neural interface.\nNigel and several others experiment with the computer\'s neural hook-up, and leave fundamentally changed by it, while the computer becomes inert and unable to reveal any more about its creators.\nMeanwhile, on Earth, some surprising experiments in human genetics conducted by the aliens are discovered alive in North America.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: In the Ocean of Night
  Nigel lit a panel of systems monitors. "Bringing the Egg out of powered-down operation," he said mechanically, watching the lights sequence.
  Nigel passed an hour in the time-filling tasks of awakening the fifty-megaton fusion device that rode a few yards behind his cabin. He repeated the jargon—redundancy checks, safe-arm mode, profile verification—without taking his attention fully from the charred expanse below. Toward the end of the time he caught sight of what he had anticipated: a jagged cleft at the dawn edge of Icarus.
  A pause, then: "We've been very happy with the relayed telemetry from you, Nigel. Looks to us here in Control as though the Egg is ready to fly."
  A pause, then Dave's tones became rounded, modulated. "You know, I wish you could see the Three-D coverage of the crowds around the installation here, Nigel. Traffic is blocked for a twenty-kilometer radius. There are people everywhere. I think this has caught the imagination of all humanity, Nigel, a noble attempt—"
  He wondered if Dave knew how all this sounded. Well, the man probably did; every astronaut a member of Actor's Equity.
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conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Across the table from Mr. Ichino, Williams stared into the space between them, distracted, and said slowly, "I see, I see, yes. That is what it is like. I had never thought of it that way before, but..."
  Williams put both hands flat on the table, as though to push himself up, and glanced with sudden energy up and down the table. "He's right, the Snark is like that. It's many personalities, operating almost independently."
  Mr. Ichino gazed at this man who shared his labor and for the first time saw that Williams, too, had been changed by contact with the Snark. The thought lifted his spirits.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: Ichino, Williams stared into the space between them, distracted, and said slowly, "I see, I see, yes. That is what it is like. I had never thought of it that way before, but..."
  Williams put both hands flat on the table, as though to push himself up, and glanced with sudden energy up and down the table. "He's right, the Snark is like that. It's many personalities, operating almost independently."
  Mr. Ichino gazed at this man who shared his labor and for the first time saw that Williams, too, had been changed by contact with the Snark. The thought lifted his spirits.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Trees—she dodged left. Faint screams somewhere. The sucking sound again. Into the trees, heels digging in hard.
  Another amber bolt, this time roasting the air near her. It veered up and ignited a crackling bower of fronds.
  Screams getting louder. Up ahead? Glows there. She went right, down a gully, splashing across a stream. Not deep enough to cover her.
  But for astronaut-scientists Julie, Viktor, Marc and Raoul, the mission's not about money. It's about discovery...and surviving for two years on a frigid, alien world that can kill them in countless ways...
  What's new, hot and upcoming from Warner Aspect: awards news, bestsellers, movie tie-in information...
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: ...
  What's new, hot and upcoming from Warner Aspect: awards news, bestsellers, movie tie-in information...and surviving for two years on a frigid, alien world that can kill them in countless ways... It's about discovery.
  But for astronaut-scientists Julie, Viktor, Marc and Raoul, the mission's not about money. Not deep enough to cover her. She went right, down a gully, splashing across a stream. Up ahead? Glows there.
  Screams getting louder. It veered up and ignited a crackling bower of fronds.
  Another amber bolt, this time roasting the air near her. Into the trees, heels digging in hard. The sucking sound again. Faint screams somewhere.Trees—she dodged left