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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Noise Within about Science-Fiction, Association, Writers with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction.
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conversations.value: the author is a director of both the Science-Fiction Writers Association and the British Science-Fiction Association. He is also the proprietor and editor of NewCon Press. The Noise Within is his first novel.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Noise Within
  Without warning her hand shot out, striking before he could react, stinging his cheek with an open-palmed slap. His own hand moved almost of its own volition to deliver a similar blow to her face. She jerked her head back but at the same time clasped the top of his shoulders and pulled herself to him, her lips clamping onto his, tongue thrusting into his mouth.
  He hooked his fingers into the neckline of her top and tugged, ripping it away. Her tongue withdrew and she bit his lip, drawing blood; her fingernails dug into his back through the thin material of the shirt and raked downward, before finding their way under his shirt, claws stripping flesh as they descended towards his waist. Clinging, grasping, biting, their limbs and bodies entwined, the two of them tumbled towards the sofa, him twisting around so that he would land on top, his hands clasping her to him as they fell, his mind aware of how taut and unyielding her body felt beneath his fingers and how hot her skin.
  More of her top tore away, revealing a small, firm breast, which he bent to kiss, biting the prominent nipple before encircling it with his tongue. Her hands forced themselves between their bodies, reaching for and undoing the front of his trousers. He lifted his hips to accommodate her, taking the opportunity to pull the remnants of her top away to reveal her other breast.
  When he entered her it was brutal, fast and uncompromising, with her teeth biting into his shoulder, his back stinging beneath her nails. She screamed obscenities at him, squirming beneath his body and jabbing her heels against his buttocks, while he reached for her arms, pinning them down with bruising strength to hold her still, and drove into her for all he was worth, conscious of her thrusting back at him, the jarring impact as he rammed against the thinly cushioned bones of her pelvis. Making love never came into it. This was an explosion of pent-up energy and lust that burned fiercely to leave both of them bruised, bleeding and drained once it was spent.
  He woke to find his back stiff with a multitude of stinging scratches and the bed sheets bearing the occasional small smear of blood, though not as much as expected given the violence he remembered. The bed was empty. Boulton had left while he slept. Her shredded top lay on the floor and he allowed himself a smile, wondering what she might have worn to cover her modesty as she scooted back to her own cabin. He pictured her scurrying down the corridor, clutching a strip of cloth to her breasts and furtively peering round corners to ensure the coast was clear, but dismissed the image as absurd; mere wishful thinking. Truth to tell, he couldn't imagine her scurrying anywhere.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Noise Within
  Without warning her hand shot out, striking before he could react, stinging his cheek with an open-palmed slap. His own hand moved almost of its own volition to deliver a similar blow to her face. She jerked her head back but at the same time clasped the top of his shoulders and pulled herself to him, her lips clamping onto his, tongue thrusting into his mouth.
  He hooked his fingers into the neckline of her top and tugged, ripping it away. Her tongue withdrew and she bit his lip, drawing blood; her fingernails dug into his back through the thin material of the shirt and raked downward, before finding their way under his shirt, claws stripping flesh as they descended towards his waist. Clinging, grasping, biting, their limbs and bodies entwined, the two of them tumbled towards the sofa, him twisting around so that he would land on top, his hands clasping her to him as they fell, his mind aware of how taut and unyielding her body felt beneath his fingers and how hot her skin.
  More of her top tore away, revealing a small, firm breast, which he bent to kiss, biting the prominent nipple before encircling it with his tongue. Her hands forced themselves between their bodies, reaching for and undoing the front of his trousers. He lifted his hips to accommodate her, taking the opportunity to pull the remnants of her top away to reveal her other breast.
  When he entered her it was brutal, fast and uncompromising, with her teeth biting into his shoulder, his back stinging beneath her nails. She screamed obscenities at him, squirming beneath his body and jabbing her heels against his buttocks, while he reached for her arms, pinning them down with bruising strength to hold her still, and drove into her for all he was worth, conscious of her thrusting back at him, the jarring impact as he rammed against the thinly cushioned bones of her pelvis. Making love never came into it. This was an explosion of pent-up energy and lust that burned fiercely to leave both of them bruised, bleeding and drained once it was spent.
  He woke to find his back stiff with a multitude of stinging scratches and the bed sheets bearing the occasional small smear of blood, though not as much as expected given the violence he remembered. The bed was empty. Boulton had left while he slept. Her shredded top lay on the floor and he allowed himself a smile, wondering what she might have worn to cover her modesty as she scooted back to her own cabin. He pictured her scurrying down the corridor, clutching a strip of cloth to her breasts and furtively peering round corners to ensure the coast was clear, but dismissed the image as absurd; mere wishful thinking.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Somebody charged them. Jim shot out a piston-like arm, not even pausing as the blow felled the attacker and he drew his fist back. "Over there.
  Before Kyle could think to react, Jim was across to them, dragging the large man off Drevers and flinging him into another knot of fighters. He came back, bringing an unsteady looking Drevers with him. Blood seeped from an angry cut above the smaller man's eye and his lip was split and had already begun to swell.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Kyle, looked, indicated, wrestling, getting.
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conversations.value: Somebody charged them. Jim shot out a piston-like arm, not even pausing as the blow felled the attacker and he drew his fist back. "Over there. "
  Kyle looked in the indicated direction and saw his shipmate wrestling with a slightly larger man and getting the worst of it. 
  Before Kyle could think to react, Jim was across to them, dragging the large man off Drevers and flinging him into another knot of fighters. He came back, bringing an unsteady looking Drevers with him. Blood seeped from an angry cut above the smaller man's eye and his lip was split and had already begun to swell.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She turned and walked out. Not hurriedly, not anxiously, but as calm as you like, without once looking back. Leyton watched her cross the room, until she was out the door and gone. Keeping tight rein on his thoughts and his emotions, he pushed the stool back and stood up.
  A collection of near-future, optimistic SF stories where some of the genre's brightest stars and most exciting new talents portray the possible roads to a better tomorrow. Definitely not a plethora of Pollyannas (but neither a barrage of dystopias), SHINE will show that positive change is far from being a foregone conclusion, but needs to be hard fought, innovative, robust and imaginative.
  The Ancient Egyptian gods have defeated all the other pantheons and claimed dominion over the earth, dividing it into warring factions. Lt. David Westwynter, a British soldier, stumbles into Freegypt, the only place to have remained independent of the gods' influence. There, he encounters the followers of a humanist leader known as the Lightbringer, who has vowed to rid mankind of the shackles of divine oppression. As the world heads towards an apocalyptic battle, there is far more to this freedom fighter than it seems...
  The Olympians appeared a decade ago, living incarnations of the Ancient Greek gods on a mission to bring permanent order and stability to the world. Resistance has proved futile, and now humankind is under the jackboot of divine oppression. Until former London police officer Sam Akehurst receives an invitation too tempting to turn down: the chance to join a small band of guerrilla rebels armed with high-tech weapons and battlesuits. Calling themselves the Titans, they square off against the Olympians and their ferocious mythological monsters in a war of attrition which some will not survive.
  When he mysteriously finds himself drawn into a world of his own devising, writer Rod Everlar is confronted by a shocking truth—he has lost control of his creation to a brooding cabal of evil. In order to save his creation, and himself, he must seize control of Falconfar and halt the spread of corruption before it's too late.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She turned and walked out. Not hurriedly, not anxiously, but as calm as you like, without once looking back. Leyton watched her cross the room, until she was out the door and gone. Keeping tight rein on his thoughts and his emotions, he pushed the stool back and stood up.
  A collection of near-future, optimistic SF stories where some of the genre's brightest stars and most exciting new talents portray the possible roads to a better tomorrow. Definitely not a plethora of Pollyannas (but neither a barrage of dystopias), SHINE will show that positive change is far from being a foregone conclusion, but needs to be hard fought, innovative, robust and imaginative.
  The Ancient Egyptian gods have defeated all the other pantheons and claimed dominion over the earth, dividing it into warring factions. Lt. David Westwynter, a British soldier, stumbles into Freegypt, the only place to have remained independent of the gods' influence. There, he encounters the followers of a humanist leader known as the Lightbringer, who has vowed to rid mankind of the shackles of divine oppression. As the world heads towards an apocalyptic battle, there is far more to this freedom fighter than it seems...
  The Olympians appeared a decade ago, living incarnations of the Ancient Greek gods on a mission to bring permanent order and stability to the world. Resistance has proved futile, and now humankind is under the jackboot of divine oppression. Until former London police officer Sam Akehurst receives an invitation too tempting to turn down: the chance to join a small band of guerrilla rebels armed with high-tech weapons and battlesuits. Calling themselves the Titans, they square off against the Olympians and their ferocious mythological monsters in a war of attrition which some will not survive.
  When he mysteriously finds himself drawn into a world of his own devising, writer Rod Everlar is confronted by a shocking truth—he has lost control of his creation to a brooding cabal of evil.