conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Starlight, Eden, Earth with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Mother of Eden'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Mother of Eden
  The trouble began on the waking I left Mikey with his dad on the Sand for the first time, and went out gathering bark with my uncle Dixon, my brother Johnny, and my sister Starlight. Johnny had just come back over from Nob Head, and as we paddled through the trees, he told us the news he'd heard there.
  Johnny's news felt to me like the breeze that came in from Deep Darkness before a storm: It was nothing in itself—all it did was make the lanternflowers sway a little on their branches—but you knew it was just the start. Metal meant change. Metal was something to fight over, like the followers of John and David used to fight and fight over that metal ring from Earth. I thought of my little Mikey back on the Sand, and I imagined a storm of blood breaking over him.
  She looked at our uncle with those beautiful, sharp gray eyes of hers that always seemed to see right through you. People told me mine were the same, but of course I'd never seen them.
  A little jewel-bat came darting by us just above the water, trailing its tiny fingertips in the smooth surface.
  Johnny had had me worried for a moment, but Dixon made me feel better. It was just a silly story, I decided, and I started to enjoy myself again, out on the water with the lanternflowers and their reflections all around me.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I tried to carry on drying her, but I was shaking badly. Then the tears came and I couldn't even see what I was doing. I'd worked for the Headman since I was a little girl. I'd looked after his housewoman, and I'd cared for his son from the waking he was born. And then there were those times that he'd taken me to bed with him. Everyone feared him, but he'd sucked on my breasts like a child.
  One moment it had been my dad, struggling fiercely like he always did, all on his own. Next moment it was a pale damp slab of meat. Purelight was there, and a healer, and they both looked round at me to see how I would react, but my eyes were dry and the doors of my heart had closed up tightly, like the big doors of the Headmanhouse. I didn't feel anything at all for that pale thing lying on the bed.
  Purelight bowed her head, but she still hung back, peeking slyly at my face. I had a reputation among the helpers for being soft, for showing my feelings as my father never did. No doubt she was expecting, if not tears, then a trembling lip or a wobbly voice, which she could report to the other helpers.
  No doubt the old fool had some cure for grief in his bag that worked just as well as his cures for the lung sickness. Luckily, I had no need for it. My heart was as still and cold as the Dark Mountains above us, where the snowleopards waited for their prey.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My heart was as still and cold as the Dark Mountains above us, where the snowleopards waited for their prey.. Luckily, I had no need for it.
  No doubt the old fool had some cure for grief in his bag that worked just as well as his cures for the lung sickness. No doubt she was expecting, if not tears, then a trembling lip or a wobbly voice, which she could report to the other helpers. I had a reputation among the helpers for being soft, for showing my feelings as my father never did.
  Purelight bowed her head, but she still hung back, peeking slyly at my face. I didn't feel anything at all for that pale thing lying on the bed. Purelight was there, and a healer, and they both looked round at me to see how I would react, but my eyes were dry and the doors of my heart had closed up tightly, like the big doors of the Headmanhouse. Next moment it was a pale damp slab of meat.
  One moment it had been my dad, struggling fiercely like he always did, all on his own. Everyone feared him, but he'd sucked on my breasts like a child. And then there were those times that he'd taken me to bed with him. I'd looked after his housewoman, and I'd cared for his son from the waking he was born. I'd worked for the Headman since I was a little girl. Then the tears came and I couldn't even see what I was doing.I tried to carry on drying her, but I was shaking badly
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I opened my eyes. He was still in the wrap he'd been wearing on the boat, stinking of smoke from the firecage.
  I assumed it would be some little present he'd got me from Old Ground, hoping to sweeten me a bit before he told me the bad news. He knew I liked the bracelets those Brown River people make, with the pretty colored stones.
  Dixon had put on a funny Brown River voice to make me laugh: "Prerbly it's ernly a kerpy, Ferther." Now he kissed me again.
  He smiled. "Well, that's certainly how it looks, isn't it? Mother Gela telling us that she wants me to be Headman, and you to be Ringwearer. Mother Gela telling us that we Johnfolk really are the ones she wants to be in charge. We can make good use of this story, Lucy. We can make good good use of it."