conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Witnesses, Atoners, Aliens with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Steal Across the Sky'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Steal Across the Sky
  ROADS, LADDERS, AND MOUNTAINS: AN OVERVIEW OF AFTERLIFE MYTHS AMONG AMAZONIAN TRIBES AS COMPARED TO PRELIMINARY REPORTS FROM KULAR, SUSBAN, ET AL.
  Of course not. Just as James hadn't told her about his double life, just as Lucca hadn't told her about his pine-tree surveillance, just as Juana hadn't told her about Carl Lewis. Just as the Atoners hadn't told her what would follow her romantic, quixotic, utterly insane volunteering to be a Witness.
  Col. Thomas Shoniker, who had indeed rovered in from Selene City, held the yellow packet in his large hand. "Frank, I feel duty-bound to tell you that if you don't cooperate, you can be detained as a material witness and a security risk, practically indefinitely."
  That made sense. Young foreign brides who spoke no English were a commonplace in the great cities of the world. The Atoners knew that some of the girls might die, some miscarry, some be detected. They knew that nothing was certain and that things change.
  He looked again at Soledad, dirty and bloody. Her tears were for James, but the concern furrowing her face was for Lucca.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Steal Across the Sky
  ROADS, LADDERS, AND MOUNTAINS: AN OVERVIEW OF AFTERLIFE MYTHS AMONG AMAZONIAN TRIBES AS COMPARED TO PRELIMINARY REPORTS FROM KULAR, SUSBAN, ET AL.
  Of course not. Just as James hadn't told her about his double life, just as Lucca hadn't told her about his pine-tree surveillance, just as Juana hadn't told her about Carl Lewis. Just as the Atoners hadn't told her what would follow her romantic, quixotic, utterly insane volunteering to be a Witness.
  Col. Thomas Shoniker, who had indeed rovered in from Selene City, held the yellow packet in his large hand. "Frank, I feel duty-bound to tell you that if you don't cooperate, you can be detained as a material witness and a security risk, practically indefinitely."
  That made sense. Young foreign brides who spoke no English were a commonplace in the great cities of the world. The Atoners knew that some of the girls might die, some miscarry, some be detected. They knew that nothing was certain and that things change.
  He looked again at Soledad, dirty and bloody.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: That made sense. Young foreign brides who spoke no English were a commonplace in the great cities of the world. The Atoners knew that some of the girls might die, some miscarry, some be detected. They knew that nothing was certain and that things change.
  He looked again at Soledad, dirty and bloody. Her tears were for James, but the concern furrowing her face was for Lucca.
  She drew a deep breath. This was it. This was the performance of her life. She and Frank, and Frank could never do this part. Only she could. Over the last few weeks she, the Agency, and an army of lawyers had worked it out: how much to tell, how much to hold back "for national security." The scripting had begun even before Cam left the moon, and it was thorough and careful and balanced.
  Cam knew now who she was and what she wanted to cause. The men she'd sent onto the second road were now beyond kulith, out of the game. But Cam was not and the Atoners were not—alike in that if nothing else—and Cam was going to win. She took a deep breath and stood up straighter.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Someone, Farrington, Tours, leaked, selling.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: That made sense. Young foreign brides who spoke no English were a commonplace in the great cities of the world. The Atoners knew that some of the girls might die, some miscarry, some be detected. They knew that nothing was certain and that things change. 
  He looked again at Soledad, dirty and bloody. Her tears were for James, but the concern furrowing her face was for Lucca. 
  She drew a deep breath. This was it. This was the performance of her life. Someone at Farrington Tours had leaked the story, probably selling it for a gazillion dollars, but she was its star. She and Frank, and Frank could never do this part. Only she could. Over the last few weeks she, the Agency, and an army of lawyers had worked it out: how much to tell, how much to hold back "for national security. " The scripting had begun even before Cam left the moon, and it was thorough and careful and balanced. 
  Cam knew now who she was and what she wanted to cause. The men she'd sent onto the second road were now beyond kulith, out of the game. But Cam was not and the Atoners were not—alike in that if nothing else—and Cam was going to win. She took a deep breath and stood up straighter.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' She was pregnant again and always tired.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A sudden powerful longing to be home with his daughter took Lucca. Tuscany, with the dusty vineyards and soft blue hills and red poppies... And yet, strangely, when he thought of peaceful Villa Maduro, he also often thought of that peaceful frozen town on Kular. Chewithoztarel would be a young woman now. Was she married? Was she pregnant?
  She barely recognized him. Three years in a coma had reduced his already small stature to that of a child. He lay on his side, hooked to tubes and more tubes, his mouth slightly open. His gums had receded around his teeth. His bones looked like an underfed bird.
  Security waited for her. As she left the corridor, they admitted a woman who'd been waiting patiently to come in. She held a toddler by the hand. The two women smiled at each other, the young mother looking sympathetically at Soledad's tears.
  She was visiting her father-in-law, a duty visit. She had not wanted to go, nor to bring her son, but her husband had insisted. "It's Dad's only grandchild," he'd pleaded, and she had given in.
  They sat in mutually stubborn silence. After five minutes, the woman dozed off. She was pregnant again and always tired.