conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Orphans of Chaos'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Orphans of Chaos
  As we continued to hike, my duffel bag got heavier and heavier with every step. The little white clouds of breath hanging before my lips began to turn into puffs. I asked for a break.
  Victor called a halt for lunch. We sat in a circle on a patch of dry ground beneath an overhanging rock erected by some ancient peoples. We rummaged through our bags, trying to find the most perishable things to eat first. Unfortunately, the things every housewife knows, none of us knew, so we just sort of guessed that maybe the peaches should be eaten first, as well as some of the hors d'oeuvres, fish pate and caviar, and little spicy hot dog things.
  Victor answered her: "He's an enemy. An enemy who is nice and polite is a nice, polite enemy, not a friend. We have a tool to blackmail him, though: we can tell the other factions that Boggin intended to use us in the war against them."
  Four voice spoke at once: "Sure, I promise." "I'll do whatever you say, Quentin." "I'll never talk, Big Q. Bring on the naked torture girls!" "Not knowing what information is useful to the enemy, it is only logical to tell them nothing."
  Four faces stared at him blankly. Colin shrugged, "Are we supposed to recognize that name? Is it one of the women Zeus ravished or something? I lost track in class after the bull, the swan, and the shower of gold."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But when I added up memories, and counted events, I knew I was older than the fourteen years he gave me. Unless my puberty was very late, I doubt that I was actually twenty-one.
  But, thinking back, I realize that Headmaster Boggin certainly must have lied. I did not envy Vanity when she started having her period, and frankly I was not that much enamored of growing up to be a pale sissy like Miss Daw. And if I could control my body so much as that, why hadn't I always stayed stronger and faster than Colin and Quentin? It was absurd to think that I secretly desired to be defeated, overpowered, and outmuscled by men.
  That thought cheered me for a while. Then a haunting memory rose up in my brain, I remember Grendel Glum saying he had done something to me, influenced me with his willpower, to make my secret desires exactly so.
  On the fourth day, despite the drugs, I was able to get my fingers under the collar and push my neck slightly into the fourth dimension. Not enough to get it off my head, mind you, but it made the collar seem slightly larger. The iron had the faintest blue sheen to it when I did that, and the faintest red sparks glinted like fireflies around my fingertips. (I could place a point of view a few inches to my left, half an inch into the "red" direction, to glimpse this.)
  It must have set off some alarm, because Miss Daw came to the door almost immediately. She set up her music player, and had it play Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But when I added up memories, and counted events, I knew I was older than the fourteen years he gave me. Unless my puberty was very late, I doubt that I was actually twenty-one.
  But, thinking back, I realize that Headmaster Boggin certainly must have lied. I did not envy Vanity when she started having her period, and frankly I was not that much enamored of growing up to be a pale sissy like Miss Daw. And if I could control my body so much as that, why hadn't I always stayed stronger and faster than Colin and Quentin? It was absurd to think that I secretly desired to be defeated, overpowered, and outmuscled by men.
  That thought cheered me for a while. Then a haunting memory rose up in my brain, I remember Grendel Glum saying he had done something to me, influenced me with his willpower, to make my secret desires exactly so.
  On the fourth day, despite the drugs, I was able to get my fingers under the collar and push my neck slightly into the fourth dimension. Not enough to get it off my head, mind you, but it made the collar seem slightly larger. The iron had the faintest blue sheen to it when I did that, and the faintest red sparks glinted like fireflies around my fingertips. (I could place a point of view a few inches to my left, half an inch into the "red" direction, to glimpse this.)
  It must have set off some alarm, because Miss Daw came to the door almost immediately.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I felt a dab of cold cotton on my arm, and then a needle slid in. "She'll wake in the infirmary, and we'll tell her what we told the others; that she was gravely ill with pneumonia."
  There was nothing to hold on to, no way to keep my thoughts my own. Have you ever woken up suddenly, eager to remember some perfect dream lingering in your thoughts, only to have it vanish, like fog, at daybreak? So it was for me. The prison doors were shut again: I was lost to myself.
  But, deep in my veins, I felt a happy, puppyish sense of warmth. It stayed in one spot, and did not spread throughout my circulatory system.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It stayed in one spot, and did not spread throughout my circulatory system. "She'll wake in the infirmary, and we'll tell her what we told the others; that she was gravely ill with pneumonia."
  There was nothing to hold on to, no way to keep my thoughts my own. Have you ever woken up suddenly, eager to remember some perfect dream lingering in your thoughts, only to have it vanish, like fog, at daybreak? So it was for me. The prison doors were shut again: I was lost to myself.
  But, deep in my veins, I felt a happy, puppyish sense of warmth.I felt a dab of cold cotton on my arm, and then a needle slid in.