conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for a RETAIL book with the title 'Vatta's War'.. Start with the sentence 'Vatta's War
  At the desk Rafe handed over his identification papers to a clerk, who called up the arrival data and nodded'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Vatta's War
  At the desk Rafe handed over his identification papers to a clerk, who called up the arrival data and nodded. "You've just arrived from Nexus Two—your final destination is Slotter Key—but, Ser Bancroft, I see you've chosen a route that is less direct."
  Rafe turned his face a little away, like a polite customer who would not stare at everyone who came in. Sera Vatta wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be still on Slotter Key. There was no way she could get from Slotter Key to Cascadia in the time it had taken him to come from Nexus—
  She was now at Rafe's shoulder, speaking to the clerk. "Good day, Hani. I'm glad to be home, indeed. Staff meeting at 1430." Stella's voice, no doubt about it. She turned to Rafe; he thought he saw just the flicker of recognition in her eyes before she spoke. "Ser..." She glanced down at the information on the screen, "Ser Bancroft. I hope Hani is taking good care of your reservation. Perhaps you will take tea with me when it is complete."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: By the time she was back down the ramps, Sergeant Cosper had transferred Riyahn to a locked room. "I took out everything in it but blankets and a pillow for him, and he's wearing only pajamas and socks. He's been to the head; he's got a bottle of water and a bar of concentrate. What about feeding him long-term?"
  Gathered around one of the big tables in the mess hall, they seemed a much smaller group than the day before. Two dead. One injured, now in the medbox, one under guard. They looked tense, worried, and no wonder, Ky thought. They had much to worry about.
  The faces ranged from blank to worried again. That wasn't good. She replayed her last words in her mind. She knew better: just facts weren't what they needed now. She made herself relax. Smile.
  Ky could feel the relaxation, the rising level of confidence, as Ennisay, Droshinski, and Gurton headed for the kitchen. "We'll spend the rest of the day reorganizing schedules, seeing what mix of expertise we have now, doing routine maintenance, and then after dinner we'll have another meeting to exchange ideas. The memorial service for Commander Bentik and Master Sergeant Marek will be tomorrow morning at 1000, here in the mess. That should allow time for you all to make sure you have a suitable uniform—"
  Ky felt her brows rising. "Certainly. I have praise for him; he worked hard to make things work for you." She turned to Sergeant Cosper. "You may return Riyahn to confinement now, Sergeant."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Rafe tipped his hand from side to side'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Rafe tipped his hand from side to side. "Maybe. It's tempting to think so, but there's been no sign so far of any action off this planet."
  Ky grinned at him; she couldn't help it. "Bad guys it is, then. But later, there'd better be a spaceship."
  And for Karen Shull, High School Librarian, whose background added perspective both professional and private.
  Where you find mistakes, they are mine; the good stuff was poured into my head (and out through my fingers) by the many (known and unknown) whose words, images, and videos tried to fill the vast caverns of ignorance.