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conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Cry of the Onlies'
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conversations.value: The Cry of the Onlies
  The light from the two suns poured down and lit the clay and wooden walls of the buildings, which were covered with a film of morning dew. The moisture was black, but it lit up as brilliant fuchsia when penetrated by sunlight. One of the three moons still hung in the early morning air, a sliver, silvery pale.
  The sounds of infants crying and of sleepy children waking and chattering could be heard in the neighboring homes. A woman five houses away came into her yard to shake out a blanket, and shooed away the reptile birds feasting on scraps. They descended again when she was gone. The tufts on their heads hung over their beaks as they plucked at the dust.
  Kirk's beatific expression as he said this caused Spock to express his concerns of the night before. "And yet, Captain, a deceptively lovely atmosphere could alter our perceptions, interfere with our investigations."
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conversations.value: four more paragraphs
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conversations.value: Captain James T. Kirk was no Vulcan. He felt it unhealthy, unnecessary to deny or suppress his emotional responses. He sank heavily back into his seat. The pain he was feeling flashed across his face for a moment.
  Kirk thought of children in trouble. In so deep they knew they could never get out, could never go back. Who had done something too horrible to face up to with an adult's understanding.
  RHEA GAZED NERVOUSLY at the generator room's viewer, at the diagram of planets and constellations that glowed ghostly on its screen. She hit the border of the screen with impatience. She must chart a course for them to follow. They were going nowhere, going round and round. Even if she charted a new course, Jahn might ignore it, might refuse to lay it in. Jahn was acting crazy. Ever since they left Juram Five, the Home World. She still couldn't get Jahn to tell her what happened down there. Which of the Onlies had gotten hurt. If any of the teachers were in the slambang phaser show. Little Pal wouldn't really tell her about it, either. She wasn't so sure she wanted to know.
  The fight with the big, slow, Federation cargo ship had taken her by surprise. She had stood still-rock, when Jahn opened fire, unable to grasp what was going on. And the destruction of the two primitive ships had been scary and awful. She couldn't talk to Jahn when he got like that, couldn't shake him from the ship's controls. He seemed crazy sure, and all she felt was confused. No matter what they did now, they couldn't make it better. So she had crouched down beside Jahn's swiveling seat, scrunched closed her eyes, and covered her ears with her hands. When she looked around again, the screen wasn't full of the disintegrating ships anymore; it was all stars again. The airwaves weren't full of the Grups' pleas and questions, the main cabin was silent. And Jahn no longer seemed certain, in control. He stared at her blankly, helplessly.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: The turbolift doors opened and McCoy strode out. "Well, Jim. It seems as though your Vulcan first officer has lost himself a bet," he said.
  Work on the bridge had stopped temporarily, as the crew listened to the exchange. Kirk suppressed a smile. He was beginning to feel very much at home.
  Spock finally looked up from the news bulletin. "Much of this is irrelevant to our mission and our concerns, Captain. But not all. Some of the information here does concern Boaco Six and the threat of galactic war. Tamara Angel's analysis of the Klingon-Romulan rift, as you described it, seems to have been correct. The danger is past. Neither empire is willing to take on the Federation alone at this time. Or to make an issue of the Boacan system."
  Kirk stared ahead at the black and maroon and orange planet his ship still orbited. Its image filled the screen. "Splendid, Mr. Spock. That limits conflict only to the craziness and discord within the system itself."
  Once they broke orbit, the swirling world of Boaco Six and its three moons grew smaller and quickly vanished from the main screen. The twin suns of the Boaco system grew steadily smaller and fainter. But other stars beckoned.