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conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about York, Holmes, Hubbard entitled Contamination?
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conversations.value: Contamination (film): A large ship drifts into New York Harbor, seemingly abandoned.\nThe ship is discovered to be carrying large containers of coffee, hidden inside of which are a series of football-sized green eggs.\nThe crew sent in to explore the ghost ship find the mutilated remains of the former crew gathered in one place, and they soon discover the reason why: when disturbed, the green eggs explode, spraying a viscous liquid over everything.\nThe liquid is toxic to living creatures, and causes the body to immediately explode.\nThe military's answer to this phenomenon is Colonel Stella Holmes (Marleau).\nShe establishes a link between the green eggs and a recent mission to Mars that ended badly for the two astronauts who descended to the planet.\nOne of them disappeared, and the other, Commander Hubbard (McCulloch), had a breakdown and subsequently became an alcoholic.\nWhen pressed, Hubbard agrees to help Holmes in her investigation of the insidious plot to bring the deadly eggs to Manhattan, and it takes them, along with sarcastic New York cop Tony Aris (Masé), to a Colombian coffee plantation.\nAll is not as it seems; Hubbard's former astronaut colleague is apparently alive and well and living under the influence of a monstrous alien cyclops, which is using mind control to further its plot to flood the world with the green eggs and wipe out human life on Earth.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Contamination
  The infection starts with Frank, one of the locals at the town bar. In just a few hours, it has consumed the entire town.
  After the murders of his wife and daughter, Sam Cook is rebuilding a peaceful life as White Mist's sole resident. Without warning, a strange man enters his store, and Sam is attacked and forced to flee town.
  Two groups of survivors converge on a small town overrun by the infected and soon realize that the contamination is spreading. The streets are littered with bodies, and chaos reigns supreme.
  In order to stop the chaos from spreading, Sam and Delta must journey to Salt Lake City, to the heart of where it all began...
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conversations.value: Brown's hometown was San Antonio, Texas. For most of his life, he had remained within the city limits. His parents had worked for the state—both in blue-collar positions, often putting in overtime to ensure their family was provided for. Their vacation time had usually been spent on sick days and errands in lieu of family trips.
  Brown's father had pushed him hard growing up, making sure he focused on his studies and ensuring that he never missed a day of school.
  Brown had done his best to never disappoint them. Early on, he had taken to computer programming; had locked himself in his room late at night, honing his skills.
  After high school, he had been accepted into the University of Texas at Tyler on a scholarship, ready to pursue a degree in Computer Science. Though he had received several other offers, Brown had insisted on staying local. After all his parents had done for him, he'd opted to stay close to home.
  Brown thought back to his first day on campus. He remembered pulling up to the school in his beat-up old Honda Civic, lugging his bags to his dormitory. Before then, he hadn't been much farther from home than Austin. Now he was almost five hours away from his family—close enough to travel home if needed, but far enough to feel worlds apart.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'Even if he'd gotten all of them, he was certain there'd be more coming'.
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conversations.value: Even if he'd gotten all of them, he was certain there'd be more coming. There was no question what needed to occur next: he and his daughter needed to leave.
  Dan wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and turned to face Quinn. Hopefully she hadn't been watching. She'd already seen enough bloodshed; the last thing he wanted to do was expose her to any more.
  He swivelled to find her, heart thumping, scanning the perimeter of the yard. Why did she leave his side? She'd been right next to him a second ago; he couldn't imagine her running off without him.
  He looked in all directions. Even if he had to search the whole yard, the whole state, he'd find her. He glanced back to the RV, thinking that maybe she may have run there. He'd only taken two steps when he heard a noise to his left. He turned and saw a four-foot shape in the dark.
  He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could call her name, a dark shadow appeared from behind her. Dan's entire body tensed.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Contamination
  The infection starts with Frank, one of the locals at the town bar. In just a few hours, it has consumed the entire town.
  Dan Lowery, one of only four police officers in St. Matthews, soon realizes he is no match for the impending destruction. Violence and bloodshed litter the streets, and the infected roam freely. No one is safe here--not even his family.
  Dan reached for his holster, but thought better of it. He wrenched his shirt free instead, and leapt back a few feet. He cursed himself silently for getting too close to the cell. The prisoner glared at him, jaw hanging open, his pupils wide and distorted. His speech was slurred, and his breath reeked of another night wasted at the bar. His bald head captured the bright lights of the jail cell, reflecting the glare back off his scalp.
  Dan fingered the badge on his chest and lifted it up so the prisoner could see. "You pull that shit again, and I'll have you charged with assaulting a police officer. You hear me, Frank?"
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conversations.value: Contamination
  The infection starts with Frank, one of the locals at the town bar. In just a few hours, it has consumed the entire town.
  Dan Lowery, one of only four police officers in St. Matthews, soon realizes he is no match for the impending destruction. Violence and bloodshed litter the streets, and the infected roam freely. No one is safe here--not even his family.
  Dan reached for his holster, but thought better of it. He wrenched his shirt free instead, and leapt back a few feet. He cursed himself silently for getting too close to the cell. The prisoner glared at him, jaw hanging open, his pupils wide and distorted. His speech was slurred, and his breath reeked of another night wasted at the bar. His bald head captured the bright lights of the jail cell, reflecting the glare back off his scalp.
  Dan fingered the badge on his chest and lifted it up so the prisoner could see. "You pull that shit again, and I'll have you charged with assaulting a police officer.
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conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: He had dropped his pistol on the floor next to him, freeing up both hands to cradle his wife's body. The gun seemed to beckon to him now, a subtle reminder of his duties as a police officer and father. He felt a breeze pass through the house, kicking up a lock of Julie's hair and draping it across his face. Howard must have left the door open.
  Dan began to think about getting up, about releasing his death-grip on a woman who had already embraced death. They'd been married for eleven years. He had known her since high school. He remembered how beautiful she had looked at their wedding--how brave she had been during the birth of their child. He gritted his teeth and fought back the tears. He needed to let go. He needed to move. His daughter needed him.
  He let his hands slip from her body, wiped his arm across his face to dry his eyes, and gently eased his wife back to the floor. Quinn was still out there, and if he lost her too, he would have lost everything.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last two paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Sam ducked, shielding his face from the debris. Merchandise toppled to the floor, rattling and spinning. The shrieking outside had stopped. He imagined the man with the baseball cap must have passed out from the pain—or worse.
  Sam opened his eyes, rose from behind the counter. The screen door was swinging back and forth, broken off of one of its hinges. It looked like the attacker had departed through it.
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conversations.value: Sam ducked, shielding his face from the debris. Merchandise toppled to the floor, rattling and spinning. The shrieking outside had stopped. He imagined the man with the baseball cap must have passed out from the pain—or worse.
  Sam opened his eyes, rose from behind the counter. The screen door was swinging back and forth, broken off of one of its hinges.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Contamination
  The men were coming. Through the haze, Noah could hear the rumble of motors and the cry of voices. He struggled to open his eyes, but they were swollen shut. His face burned with pain.
  After a few attempts, he cracked his eyelids. The rays of the midday sun pierced his retinas, and he squinted to reduce the glare. The fact that he was alive was either a miracle or a curse; at the moment, he couldn't decide which. He wiggled his fingers and toes. As far as he could tell, nothing was broken.
  He lifted his head, biting back a fresh swell of pain. He was lying in the forest, about fifty feet from the road. Around him was a legion of pines. Just minutes ago, he'd been thrashing through the underbrush, hoping to find respite in the depths of the forest. After expending his last bit of energy, he'd dropped to the ground behind one of the large, sap-covered trunks.
  He patted his pockets, hoping to find something he'd missed, but his ripped khaki shorts were empty. His only hope was to summon enough strength to continue.
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conversations.value: Contamination
  The men were coming. Through the haze, Noah could hear the rumble of motors and the cry of voices. He struggled to open his eyes, but they were swollen shut. His face burned with pain.
  After a few attempts, he cracked his eyelids. The rays of the midday sun pierced his retinas, and he squinted to reduce the glare. The fact that he was alive was either a miracle or a curse; at the moment, he couldn't decide which. He wiggled his fingers and toes. As far as he could tell, nothing was broken.
  He lifted his head, biting back a fresh swell of pain. He was lying in the forest, about fifty feet from the road. Around him was a legion of pines. Just minutes ago, he'd been thrashing through the underbrush, hoping to find respite in the depths of the forest. After expending his last bit of energy, he'd dropped to the ground behind one of the large, sap-covered trunks.
  He patted his pockets, hoping to find something he'd missed, but his ripped khaki shorts were empty.
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conversations.value: Do you know four more paragraphs? End with the sentence ' Regardless, he was grateful to have changed out of his beat-up purple polo.'.
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conversations.value: His dreams were more tangible than ever. He walked over to the front windows, intent on peering outside.
  Quiet footfalls on the stairs interrupted him. He turned his attention to the staircase. Caddy had emerged from the second floor, a duffel bag slung over each shoulder.
  Noah could see that Caddy had packed light. If there was one thing they'd both learned, it was that there was little room for sentimentality in their new world. In the heat of the chase, there were only two things that could be counted on: legs to run with and weapons to hold.
  He pointed to the T-shirt he'd borrowed from her earlier, which clung to his arms and stomach. It was a size too small, and he'd barely squeezed into it. Regardless, he was grateful to have changed out of his beat-up purple polo.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: The screen door opened and closed; familiar voices wafted in from the hallway. Noah rose from the recliner he was sitting on and walked across the room. Ricky was standing at the front door, his wife Jenny on his arm. When he saw Noah, his face lit up and he ran to greet him.
  Jenny introduced herself to Caddy, then gave Noah a hug as well. After they'd finished saying hello, the group moved back into the living room. Sarah fetched drinks for Ricky and Jenny and set them on the table.
  The room quieted while everyone sipped their drinks. After a few seconds, Noah's father cleared his throat.
  Noah burst from his chair, unable to contain himself, hugging everyone in turn. It was as if the room had been waiting for the news. The undercurrent of trepidation slipped away, replaced by a moment of joy.
  The conversation drifted to talk of first names. Noah remained quiet, saying a silent prayer for his fallen friend, wishing he were here to witness this moment. Things were far from over. There'd be a lot to face in the days ahead. Questions. Mourning. Rebuilding.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Contamination
  She stifled the sound and bolted upright, her eyes rolling around the dark room. Although she was vaguely aware she'd been dreaming, the memory still lingered, and she was stuck between the realm of nightmares and reality.
  She could only remember bits and pieces of what she'd seen—infected bodies tumbling over one another like a tidal wave, her companions torn apart in the aftermath. She held her hand over her heart, hoping to quell its ferocious beating, but it pounded like a jackhammer.
  She strained her ears, thinking she'd hear something amiss, but the house was quiet. She could hear the faint din of crickets outside, but that was it.
  She did her best to convince herself but couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She had a choice to make. She could either lie back down and do her best to sleep, or she could make a quick pass of the house.
  She swung her legs off the bed and reached for the gun on the bedside table. The piece was where she'd left it, ready to provide comfort. She retrieved it and stood upright, trying to dampen the creak of the floorboards. The last thing she wanted was to wake Quinn in the next room.
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conversations.value: Contamination
  She stifled the sound and bolted upright, her eyes rolling around the dark room. Although she was vaguely aware she'd been dreaming, the memory still lingered, and she was stuck between the realm of nightmares and reality.
  She could only remember bits and pieces of what she'd seen—infected bodies tumbling over one another like a tidal wave, her companions torn apart in the aftermath. She held her hand over her heart, hoping to quell its ferocious beating, but it pounded like a jackhammer.
  She strained her ears, thinking she'd hear something amiss, but the house was quiet. She could hear the faint din of crickets outside, but that was it.
  She did her best to convince herself but couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She had a choice to make. She could either lie back down and do her best to sleep, or she could make a quick pass of the house.
  She swung her legs off the bed and reached for the gun on the bedside table. The piece was where she'd left it, ready to provide comfort. She retrieved it and stood upright, trying to dampen the creak of the floorboards.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: The sun had slid from view, tinting the yard orange. Jed stoked the fire with an infected limb, then returned to his perch next to Marvin.
  He peered around the trunk, watching her stagger across the lawn. He smiled as she found her targets. The sadistic celebration of the brothers was cut short, replaced by their surprised, terrified screams.
  Keller ducked out of sight, letting chaos ensue. When he peered back around the tree, he saw the woman shoving fistfuls of Jed into her mouth. Marvin had been wounded. He stumbled toward her, his arm bleeding, and gored her in the back.
  Keller broke from the tree, covering the gap between him and Marvin, clutching his knife. In seconds he'd pulled Marvin away from his mother, and he thrust the knife into the man's side. Keller felt the wet spurt of blood on his hand, but he continued stabbing, listening to Marvin gasp for breath. The knife felt like a third hand as he weaved it in and out of the man's side and stomach. When Marvin finally stopped struggling, Keller threw him to the ground.
  The infected woman continued to feast on Jed, oblivious to the knife protruding from her back where Marvin had stabbed her. Keller bent down and wiped his hands on the grass. His pulse was pounding, but he felt good—better than he had in quite some time. He rode the waves of adrenaline and bliss, listening to the slap of the old woman's gums as she finished eating her son. When she'd completed her meal, she turned to look at him, her black eyes reflecting the glow of the firelight.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Two pairs of feet crunched the floor again, this time headed in the opposite direction. Ken felt a flood of relief. Just moments ago, he'd been ready to engage in a gunfight—one that could have cost them their lives. And now, by a stroke of luck, the crisis had been averted.
  His gaze wandered to his wife, then to the man next to him. Both appeared as relieved as he was. He adjusted his stance on the ground, fighting the cramps that had crept into his legs, listening to footsteps fade in the distance. He'd wait a minute; then he'd risk a glance.
  Ken leapt at the man, hoping to silence him, but it was too late. The footsteps had changed direction.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first paragraph for this book?
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conversations.value: Contamination
  Ever since leaving the salvage yard, Noah Chambers has been plagued by the infected and hunted by the men who patrol the streets. In order to survive, he'll need to summon strength he never imagined.
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conversations.value: He patted his pockets, hoping to find something he'd missed, but his ripped khaki shorts were empty. His only hope was to summon enough strength to continue.
  He thought of his family in Portland and clenched his teeth. For the past few days, the image of Mom, Dad, and Ricky had been the only thing keeping him going. Now he found himself wondering if he'd ever see them again.
  The forest floor crackled under the weight of men's footsteps. The men had stopped talking, but their breathing echoed through the trees behind him. In a matter of minutes, Noah had become their target, their prey. Seconds after seeing him, they'd forced his truck off the road and into a tree.
  For the past few days, he'd been practicing the art of avoidance, doing his best to steer clear of the infected and the survivors. After a few close calls with trigger-happy lunatics, he'd been hesitant to trust anyone. At the same time, he'd known the solitude couldn't last forever. Sooner or later he'd be forced to fight or flee. As much as he hated to admit it, his current situation was long overdue.
  Leaving his former companions behind had been one of the hardest things he'd had to do, and the guilt had eaten at him for days. He could only pray that Sam, Delta, Dan, and Quinn were safe.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last paragraph?
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conversations.value: Staying where he was would mean certain death. He'd rather die on his feet than be mowed down on his knees.