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[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative chapter writing\nMy role: Provide a story segment\nYour role: Expand with 10 sentences, emulating Josie Riviera in the romance, contemporary genre\nNote: This is part of a larger work" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'basement' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Candee peered through the hole in the floor into the shadowy basement. Although she heard Teddy's footsteps, she couldn't see him.\n\n\"Are you all right?\" she called.\n\n\"Sure. I wanted to examine the basement, anyway. It appears to be a walk-out.\"\n\nShe leaned over, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. \"What's it like down there?\"\n\n\"I'll let you know in a minute.\" He switched on his cell phone's flashlight and peeked up at her, waggling his dark eyebrows. \"Care to join me?\"\n\nHe couldn't possibly be flirting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uh no. I'll wait here, thanks.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Teddy pulled himself back up into the music room. \"Maybe next time?\"\n\nWith one hand in his worn jeans pocket, the other wielding a tape measure, he was rugged and impossibly good-looking, his muscled arms straining against a thin gray T shirt. He brushed dirt from his vest and yanked off his baseball cap. His wealth of black hair was mussed, and the late afternoon sun gilded thin strips of golden highlights to the tips. Perhaps he'd stepped right off the cover of the latest men's home improvement magazine without telling her.\n\nAlthough she'd walked through this house many times, she hadn't ventured into the basement. Desiree often called Candee the opposite of a realist, although what would the world be like, Candee rationalized, without dreamers?\n\nTeddy carried the broken kitchen cabinet from the kitchen and placed it over the hole in the floor.\n\nAs they continued through the house, he snapped photos with his cell phone.\n\n\"After I see the upstairs, I'll send these pictures to my partner Rob,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She gestured to the sweeping spindle staircase." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This home has five bedrooms, five baths, and five fireplaces. It's the opposite of a perfect flip house.\"\n\n\"Nevertheless, lead the way. There're two more floors to check out.\"\n\nAfter he'd inspected the upstairs bathrooms and admired the worn brass hardware on the master suite's mahogany double doors, they made their way downstairs.\n\nWhen they reached the foyer, he glanced up from his cell phone and said, \"I want to make an offer.\"\n\nShe shuffled back two steps. \"You're joking … right?\" Her gaze shifted to the entrance. She'd made a serious mistake in mentioning this house to him.\n\n\"I never joke about real estate.\"\n\n\"This home\"—she swept out her hands—\"is a money pit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Which is why Rob and I will buy the property for the land.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Candee's heart stopped beating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll demolish the house,\" he added.\n\nHer house, she wanted to shout. Her land for disadvantaged children. She'd envisioned beagle puppies cavorting across the lawn, perhaps an acre set aside for a working farm. Children needed to connect with nature. It was time to get them away from technology and back to values that really mattered.\n\nAnd music. The music room off the kitchen would reverberate with glorious sounds again.\n\nTeddy faced her. \"Anything the matter?\"\n\nThere was kindness in his gaze, interest on his handsome features. Should she share her ideas with a man she'd known for less than two hours—a man who was bent on destroying those very same ideas?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A man who'd held her hand in his strong grip and gazed at the Victorian with the same wonder and appreciation as she had?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'house' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Struggling to hold onto her composure, she reminded herself she was a professional. Besides, this house was nothing like what he was looking for.\n\nShe lifted her chin. \"Not a thing.\"\n\nLightly, he touched her cheek, his gesture completely unexpected. \"I understand how you feel about a house like this. It's very beautiful, but beyond repair.\"\n\nTurning away, she quickly dabbed at her eyes. She settled into the tune she'd known the past two years: no matter how sincere, how charming, men couldn't be trusted. Better to hold him at a polite distance and keep her plans to herself. He'd soon be gone back to Miami.\n\n\"Are you sure you're okay?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She feigned her brightest smile. \"Of course.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He waited a beat, then silently followed her, standing on the porch while she locked the front door.\n\n\"Any idea what the current bid is? You mentioned under fifty thousand.\"\n\nCandee rubbed her temples. A quick search on the Internet would spew all the information he'd need to place a bid.\n\n\"Twenty thousand dollars,\" she finally said. \"And bidding ends in three weeks.\"\n\nSo many mistakes today, beginning by answering the phone. 1-800-CUPID. Hah!\n\n\"Then I'll offer thirty thousand dollars,\" he said.\n\nAn uneasy quiet descended. A cold breeze brushed across her cheeks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The auction accepts bids in twenty-thousand dollar-increments,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then I'll bid forty thousand, which is still under my fifty-thousand-dollar budget.\"\n\n\"The bank may not accept a lowball offer.\" Her remark was nonsensical, since she was hoping the bank would accept her offer, because twenty thousand dollars was all she had. She glanced at Teddy's determined stance. Surely there was a way to convince him not to bid. However, thirty years of proper Southern behavior stopped her from saying more.\n\n\"I can offer all cash,\" he said. \"Plus, my partner and I can close immediately. On a foreclosure, the bank will take everything into consideration.\"\n\n\"Don't you want to walk the property? If you're interested in the land, there are building requirements and permits—\"\n\nHe reached into his pocket and handed her a business card." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do this for a living, Candee. I know all about due diligence.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave a lazy grin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And there's another clause, which can either make or break the deal.\"\n\nShe fisted one hand on her hip. \"The bank should just hand over the house to you?\"\n\n\"A definite bonus.\" He laughed, rich and full. \"I'm hoping my lovely realtor will grant me the pleasure of her company at dinner.\"\n\n\"I can't.\" Her refusal was quick, a knee-jerk reaction. She hadn't dated in two years and wouldn't start now, especially with a tycoon investor who assumed that by flaunting the cash in his pocket, he could take her castle in the air away from her.\n\n\"Not even for a slice of pizza? I don't know my way around Roses yet.\"\n\nShe retreated a step. \"Tony's Pizza on Main Street is always open. You can spot the red and green awning a mile away.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you saying no, Candee?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is my refusal a deal breaker, Teddy?\"\n\n\"Not if I can get this property for under fifty thousand dollars.\"\n\n\"If you decide to bid, you'll have to wait three weeks to find out if you've won.\"\n\nHis gaze lingered on her face. \"Some things are worth waiting for.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative chapter writing\nMy role: Provide a story segment\nYour role: Expand with 10 sentences, emulating Josie Riviera in the romance, contemporary genre\nNote: This is part of a larger work" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As usual, Desiree had arrived at the country club before Candee. Candee hung her fur capelet by the door and greeted her sister with a hug.\n\nDesiree looked gorgeous in a red velvet figure-hugging pant suit. She went back to arranging a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries on a silver serving tray. The club was empty, save for black-suited waiters setting glass vases of red tulips and rose peonies on every table.\n\nCandee appraised her own outfit—a sleeveless petal-pink lace dress. Unlined along the hem, the dress allowed a peekaboo of her long legs. She'd parted her hair on the side and let the thick curls flow down the opposite shoulder.\n\nSatisfied with the strawberry arrangement, Desiree turned to her. \"Finally, I was able to talk you into attending the dinner dance. You can leave those puppies alone for a few hours. Valentine's Day is one of the biggest events at the club. Thanks for coming early to help me finish decorating.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Essential phrase to include: \"Her puppies are adorable. So firm and plump.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You insisted you needed help, although there's so much to admire.\" Candee looked around the room. \"The lace ribbons and pom-pom wreaths are glittery and sophisticated, and those smooch balloons are gorgeous.\"\n\n\"White balloons with a stamp of my red lipstick.\" Desiree puckered her glistening red lips.\n\nCandee smiled and fingered an arrow-toting Cupid on the banquet table. \"No use in me sitting in my apartment with Kisses and her six puppies, watching television and hoping that Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks will get me through the evening.\"\n\n\"Her puppies are adorable. So firm and plump.\"\n\n\"And active,\" Candee replied. \"Plus, they've doubled their weight in less than two weeks. Kisses is the best mom in the world. I supply high-quality puppy food and a vitamin mineral tablet, and she does the rest.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Desiree popped a chocolate-covered strawberry into her mouth and smiled." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/insert_quote: \"Did you text him back?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All is well then.\"\n\nWas it? The lump in Candee's throat threatened to choke her, and tears burned her eyelids. She swallowed and poured herself a glass of water. She wouldn't cry. She was strong and had made a vow to herself.\n\nDesiree was watching her closely. \"Have you heard from Teddy?\"\n\n\"He's texted me every day and apologized numerous times about Yvonne, although it doesn't matter anymore.\" Candee forced herself to sound calm and detached. \"As far as I know, he hasn't returned to Roses. He said something about being tied up in Miami court because of Joseph's guardianship.\"\n\n\"Did you text him back?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Only to tell him I landed safely.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She missed him intensely, especially on a night like tonight, Valentine's Day. She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering the feel of his strong calloused hand around her waist while they'd danced, his lips capturing hers.\n\n\"If I was that guy with the same first and last names,\" he'd said. \"I'd have rented a snowplow to meet you at the country club tonight.\"\n\nHow could he have become so important to her in the short time they'd known each other? Each day that passed, she felt more and more empty without him. She'd even been tempted to answer his texts with an invitation to join her for dinner at Tony's. That night they'd gone there, he'd said that, like her, Italian food was his favorite in all the world.\n\nBut Teddy lived in Miami with Yvonne, and Candee lived in Roses with Kisses and her puppies.\n\nOnce she allowed them in, her tormenting memories took over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd loved listening to his remodeling ideas, the quiet decisiveness in his voice when they'd agreed that horse therapy suited her project perfectly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then there'd been the comforting reassurance of knowing they were venturing into these daunting tasks side by side.\n\nHah! Had he played her for a fool the entire time, planning to take her house right out from under her? The auction had just closed, and most likely demolition would begin any day. Candee promised herself she'd never drive down Thompson Lane again. Idly, she wondered if Teddy would manage the project himself, or send one of his many home-improvement crews to demolish the house.\n\nDesiree had advised her to set her sights elsewhere. Perhaps a five-hundred-foot Cape Cod made more sense, considering her budget. Smaller dreams were more realistic.\n\nShe opened her eyes.\n\nHer sister's gaze clouded with concern and she clasped Candee's hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know, we tried to raise the funds, but neither Scott nor I had an extra $40,000 hidden under our pillowcases.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" Not only was Desiree her sister, but she was also a true friend.\n\nAfter that, Desiree adeptly changed the subject, resulting in a half hour of setting red candles around the room. But Candee's fragile composure began to slip. Other guests would be arriving soon, and she wasn't sure she could make conversation with anyone. She attempted to bolster herself by remembering she'd agreed to attend the event for only two hours. She eyed an ornate grandfather clock on the opposite wall. An hour and a half left.\n\nDesiree jumped to her feet as two men entered the room. \"Scott is here, and he brought … Allen Allen?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she shrieked. Desiree turned so pale, Candee feared the many chocolate-covered strawberries Desiree had eaten had made her ill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're joking, right?\" Candee said to her sister. \"You invited him?\"\n\nDesiree seemed rooted to the floor. \"No, actually, I didn't.\"\n\nCandee threw up her hands. \"I'm leaving by seven o'clock,\" she reminded Desiree.\n\n\"Dinner is served at six, leaving you plenty of time.\" Desiree's gaze narrowed on Scott. Then she grabbed Candee's hand and started toward the two well-dressed men for introductions.\n\nDusk was streaking pomegranate colors in the darkening sky when Allen seated Candee to his right for dinner. A waiter set glasses of sparkling apple and pear cider at each place setting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Teddy preferred coffee, she thought, reminding herself that she should be indifferent to his choice of beverage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She frowned. She didn't feel indifferent to anything about him. She missed the bantering they'd shared, the warm strength of his strong muscled body close to hers.\n\n\"The first course is a cheese and hazelnut green salad,\" Desiree declared to the others at the table, rousing Candee from her thoughts of Teddy. \"For the entrée, the club is serving chicken in champagne sauce.\"\n\n\"I'm certain the meal will be delicious,\" Candee replied graciously. She took a long swallow of cider and lapsed into a reflective silence.\n\nHolding his nephew's hand, Teddy strode into the Roses country club exactly at six o'clock. The flight from Miami to Asheville had been bumpy, and getting his truck from the long-term rental parking lot had taken longer than he'd planned. The Valentine's Day festivities were well underway. A quick assessment of his worn jeans, polo shirt, and vest assured him he was underdressed for the formal occasion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uncle Teddy, where is Miss Candee?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Joseph hopped on one foot. \"Look—they have candy hearts in those little glasses by the window. Can I get some?\"\n\nBefore Teddy could reply, the boy had scurried off. He gazed at him—a bundle of boundless energy and perfection, his dark eyes framed by thick black lashes. His adorable nephew, now his son to raise to the best of his ability.\n\nI can do this, Christian, Teddy thought. Two weeks of endless paperwork had resulted in Teddy being awarded legal guardianship of Joseph.\n\nIt had been a difficult two weeks. After Candee had left Miami so abruptly, Teddy had tasted a painful defeat. No matter how much he plunged into his work, or cared for Joseph, or signed papers in the courtroom, he couldn't fully concentrate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then he'd made his decision." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His mind told him to stay in Miami." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His heart told him otherwise.\n\n\"Are you expecting dinner guests?\" he'd asked her that night when they'd danced.\n\nHer beautiful green eyes had stared into his. \"Not unless they're bringing chocolate,\" she'd quipped.\n\nShe possessed such enthusiasm, such spirit. And he'd hurt her by not being upfront about his relationship with Yvonne. Although in all fairness, he hadn't considered Yvonne a part of his life after he'd met Candee.\n\n\"Uncle Teddy! There she is!\" Joseph shouted around a mouthful of pink candy hearts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Teddy's gaze riveted on Candee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sat at an elegantly decorated table with Desiree and two men." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Teddy recognized Scott from the night he'd seen him at the country club. But the other man? He'd better not be that guy with two first names.\n\nHe grabbed Joseph's hand and stalked past a group of waiters serving champagne in fluted glasses to the guests.\n\nHe stopped Joseph from grabbing a white balloon, and he let a waiter show Joseph where the balloons were stored in an adjoining room.\n\nWhen he looked at Candee again, she was out of her chair walking toward him.\n\n\"Teddy?\"\n\nShe was exquisite, a glamorous, stunning goddess. Her glossy auburn hair hung to the side, a rosy tint creeping up her flawless cheeks. Her lacy pink dress displayed her alluring figure to full advantage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was so relieved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Desiree had responded to his texts and told him that she'd finally persuaded Candee to attend this dinner.\n\nHe took her hands in his. \"You are gorgeous.\"\n\nShe grinned shyly. \"Thank you.\"\n\nHis gaze wandered across the crowded dining room, and he was annoyed at their lack of privacy, for all he wanted to do was kiss her inviting lips. Already, the hum of conversation was fading, and several diners were staring at them.\n\nHe slipped his arm around her shoulders and guided her into the hallway.\n\n\"Why are you here?\" she asked.\n\n\"Because I missed you.\"\n\nHer green eyes were soft and tender. \"I missed you too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can you leave?\" He gestured impatiently around the corner, indicating the threesome at Candee's table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, of course. I'll get my capelet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hi, Miss Candee!\" Joseph skipped over to them holding three white balloons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did you know Uncle Teddy and I flew all the way from Miami today?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Joseph, I'm thrilled you're here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Candee affectionately embraced the little boy.\n\n\"Uncle Teddy said today is Valentine's Day. I like balloons,\" Joseph said.\n\n\"We've noticed.\" Chuckling, Teddy put an arm around Candee's waist and held Joseph's hand in the other. He glanced toward the dining room, grinning when he noted Desiree's thumbs-up and conspiratorial smile.\n\n\"Where are we going?\" Candee asked as they exited the club. Teddy buckled Joseph into the child car seat, then came around and opened the door with her.\n\n\"I want to show you the Valentine's gift I bought you.\" He started the car, and they covered the miles to Thompson Lane in under fifteen minutes.\n\n\"I'm still eating the chocolate from two weeks ago,\" Candee said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tackled a white balloon that had floated into the front seat and turned to give it back to Joseph." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she turned to face front again, she paled, \"Please, Teddy, don't drive down this road.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How else can you see your Valentine's gift?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'front' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He parked in front of the Victorian, then went around to unbuckle Joseph. The boy raced to the tire swing, leaving three forgotten white balloons in the car.\n\nComing swiftly to the passenger side, Teddy opened Candee's door.\n\nIn the deepening dusk, she followed his gaze to the large red SOLD sign posted on the front door.\n\n\"Congratulations,\" she said softly.\n\n\"The Victorian isn't mine. It's yours.\"\n\nShe flashed him a dubious look, then gazed blindly ahead. \"I don't understand.\"\n\n\"Some men buy roses for Valentine's Day, some buy candy. I prefer to buy houses.\" He paused, continuing in a solemn voice. \"And this particular house is for you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Me?\" She sucked in a breath and her eyes widened." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include this dialogue snippet naturally: \"Teddy—I …I can't possibly accept such a gift.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She stared at the house with the same wistfulness he'd seen on her face the first day they'd met.\n\n\"Teddy—I …I can't possibly accept such a gift.\"\n\n\"Yes, you can, under one condition.\"\n\n\"And that is?\"\n\n\"You allow me to help you renovate.\"\n\n\"How? You're in Miami.\"\n\nHe heard the pain in her voice, and his heart squeezed.\n\n\"Not anymore. I'm selling my apartment and moving to Roses, although my realty business will require that I fly to Miami a couple of times a month.\" He framed her lovely face between his hands and gazed into her shining green eyes. \"I'm assuming you'll let Joseph and me adopt one of the beagle pups.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can adopt all six,\" she gladly agreed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leaning back, she stared lovingly at him. \"Will you please tell me the reason you bid against me?\"\n\n\"I'd intended to bid all along, and your sister knew my plan. Somehow along the way, I managed to mess things up. I never meant to hurt you, and I'm sorry.\"\n\nShe glided her fingers through his hair. \"You texted your apology a great many times and you're forgiven.\" She paused, glancing at the tumbledown Victorian and Joseph skipping up and down the porch steps. \"Where will you and your nephew live?\"\n\n\"I didn't want to stop at one house when I could buy two.\" Chuckling, Teddy gestured to Mr. Dunworthy's home. \"He was more than happy to sell, and he'll be moving into a retirement community so he can be closer to his son.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're doing all this for me? Why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hugged her close, breathing in her shiny hair, the scent of sweet and spicy roses.\n\n\"Because building a new life often begins with tearing down a few walls.\" He smiled at the stunning woman nestled in his arms. \"Candee Contando, I love you.\"\n\n\"I love you too,\" she whispered.\n\nAnd then he kissed her, sealing the most important deal of his life.\n\n⁂\n\nRecipe: Rob's Surprise Muffins\n\nMakes: 12 muffins Ingredients:\n\n6 tablespoons butter" }, { "from": "human", "value": "3/4 cup sugar" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "2 eggs\n\n1/2 cup milk\n\n14 strawberries, fresh or defrosted frozen\n\nred food coloring\n\n2 cups all-purpose flour\n\n1/4 teaspoon salt\n\n1 tablespoon baking powder\n\nHershey's Kisses, Hugs or strawberry jam\n\nDirections: Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit In large bowl, cream butter and sugar. Mix eggs one at a time and add milk." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 11 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'adding' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rinse strawberries and mash. Stir berries into the butter and milk mixture, adding a few drops of red liquid food coloring.\n\nIn separate bowl, sift flour, salt and baking powder, and stir. Add flour mixture to the berry mixture and stir with a wooden spoon to stir until the white disappears.\n\nLine muffin tins with paper liners. Drop the batter from a tablespoon to fill the cups halfway. If you are adding the \"surprise\", place an unwrapped Kiss, Hug or 1/2 teaspoon of jam in the middle of each muffin. Then spoon batter to fill almost to the top. Bake until muffins begin to brown and a toothpick inserted near the center (but not in the Kiss) comes out clean, approximately 20 to 25 minutes.\n\nRemove muffins from tin. Cool. Serve warm in a basket lined with red doilies." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "keep the story goin for like three sentences more. same character vibes. make it fantasy, romance-y" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Much like finding him, the task of escorting Denis de Toluard home was easier said than done.\n\nHe was still very, very drunk.\n\nWe got him upright, although he was unsteady on his feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Balthasar Shahrizai settled his tab with the innkeeper, who shrugged stoically, pocketed the coin, and poured sawdust from a bucket over the puddle of vomited ale.\n\n\"Dark days,\" was the innkeeper's only comment.\n\nBao and Balthasar slung Denis' arms over their shoulders and set about the chore of helping him out of the tavern." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the sailors staggered after us. \"Lady!\" he called." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey, lady! Did you mean it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I inclined my head. \"I did.\"\n\nThere were tears in his eyes. \"If there's a chance Prince Thierry's alive, if you're bent on getting his highness back, I'll sail with you, lady. We all will, every last one of us, even if it means going back to that godforsaken place.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Was it truly that terrible?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I asked with sympathy and genuine curiosity. \"Terra Nova?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"It's bad.\"\n\n\"We'll see,\" I promised him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Among the three of us, we maneuvered Denis de Toluard back to his townhouse, Balthasar alternating between grumbling that we should have taken a carriage and making insinuating comments in praise of Bao's prowess with his staff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I rather thought Bao enjoyed the latter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slung between them, Denis kept his head down and concentrated on putting one wavering foot in front of the other, the toes of his boots catching on the cobbled streets from time to time as the two men half assisted, half dragged him homeward.\n\n\"Sorry,\" he mumbled, over and over. \"Sorry, sorry.\"\n\n\"Don't worry.\" Bao patted his back encouragingly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're doing well. Under the circumstances, who could blame you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sorry to be a problem, not sorry I'm drunk.\" Denis swung his head from side to side. \"Can't help it, don't regret it. Only thing kept me sane. But you, Moirin. I owe you an apology, don't I, my lady? A big, big apology.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mayhap,\" I murmured. \"But now's not the time to speak of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ignoring my words, he coughed and hiccupped, releasing a waft of stale ale and bile on the night air. \"You tried to tell us, but we were so damn sure. Raphael most of all. He thought you were sent by the gods to aid us. Him.\"\n\n\"So did I for a time,\" I admitted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But not that way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Denis hiccupped again. \"It all went wrong, Moirin. So very, very wrong. All of it. That's where it all began. We should never have attempted to summon Focalor.\"\n\n\"I know,\" I said quietly.\n\n\"You always did,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But we were too goddamned proud to listen to you. Well, I'm listening now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time we got Denis de Toluard home, he was nearly able to walk on his own. His steward thanked us profusely, taking custody of his drunken lord.\n\n\"Get a good night's sleep and sober up,\" Balthasar advised Denis, adding a pointed sniff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And have a good, long bath. We'll call on you on the morrow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was our plan, at any rate; but we had not reckoned on the very public nature of our retrieval of Denis de Toluard, and the inevitable gossip it spawned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "D'Angeline sailors are a garrulous lot, especially drunken ones. By morning, my claim that Prince Thierry was alive was all over the City of Elua, and Bao and I found ourselves summoned to appear before the newly appointed Regent.\n\nDuc Rogier was in a state of white-hot fury." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His anger in the Hall of Parliament was mostly theatrics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This, this was genuine rage.\n\n\"What\"—he gritted out the word, and had to pause to collect himself with a violent shudder before continuing—\"what in the name of all that's holy do you mean by spreading such a rumor? Moirin, I understand you're unhappy at being thwarted. But this...\" He shook his head in disbelief. \"This is beyond the pale. It's irresponsible, childish, and downright cruel.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not a ploy, my lord,\" I murmured." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I couldn't blame him for thinking otherwise. \"I had... a vision.\"\n\nThe Duc picked up a paperweight of colorful Serenissiman glass, squeezing it so hard his knuckles whitened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bao eased his staff surreptitiously out of its harness, but the Duc was merely trying to contain his fury." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You had a vision,\" he repeated in a flat voice. \"A vision.\"\n\n\"Moirin's folk are known for such gifts,\" Bao offered.\n\n\"I know what Moirin's folk are known for!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Duc Rogier shouted at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you think to tell a descendant of House Courcel what comes of the Maghuin Dhonn meddling with visions?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It wasn't that kind of vision.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While the Duc and Bao were glaring at one another, I took a deep breath and summoned the twilight, wrapping it around all three of us and plunging the study into dimness.\n\nIn the soft blue gloaming, Duc Rogier startled, the whites of his eyes showing. \"What threat is this?\" he demanded. \"Guards!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They can't hear you,\" I informed him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And this is no threat, my lord.\" I let the twilight fade away. \"It is a way of taking half a step into the spirit world. I wanted you to see, so that you might understand better. It is a gift that has allowed me, from time to time, to do things others cannot. I believe it is why this... vision... was given to me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I met his gaze without flinching." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar had told me to stay well away from discussing an expedition with the Duc, but I reckoned it was a moot point now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As Denis de Toluard can attest, I have already sworn on the sacred oath of the Maghuin Dhonn that this is no trick. I believe Prince Thierry is alive. So let us lay our cards on the table, my lord. I mean to gather an expedition to Terra Nova and attempt to bring him back. Do you mean to oppose me?\"\n\nHe looked at me, his rage slowly ebbing and turning to wonder. \"You really do believe this, don't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had a feeling I'd be answering a version of that question many times before this was over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye,\" I said. \"I do.\"\n\nDuc Rogier's death-grip on the glass paperweight eased. He tossed it in the air and caught it as he contemplated his response." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do I mean to oppose you?\" he mused. \"I'd like to, Moirin. Even assuming you are telling the truth, it's a foolhardy notion with little chance of success, and I suspect more men will die for your precious vision.\"\n\n\"I fear it, too,\" I said honestly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave me a sharp glance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you've done a fair job of setting a third of my Parliament against me. What will they say if I oppose you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They will say that you were afraid that Moirin would succeed in restoring the rightful heir to the throne,\" Bao said in a calm tone. \"And they will meet again, and vote to strip you of your appointment and replace you. And then the new Regent will grant us a letter of decree, and we will sail anyway.\"\n\nDuc Rogier was silent, his lips pressed tight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At length, he dismissed us with a curt gesture." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go. Get out of my sight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Outside the door to his study, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.\n\n\"That went reasonably well,\" Bao observed. \"He can't afford to oppose us. See, Moirin? I told you there was a reason for you to address the Parliament.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I took his arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So you did, my magpie.\"\n\n\"Lady Moirin?\" one of a pair of royal guardsmen stationed outside the Regent's study addressed me in a deferential manner. \"We heard your witchcraft tells you his highness Prince Thierry and his company yet live. Is it true?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I believe it to be true,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Although I fear I can offer no proof.\"\n\n\"And you mean to try to rescue them?\" the second guard inquired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We do,\" Bao confirmed.\n\nThe guards exchanged a glance. \"I've heard tales of Terra Nova,\" the one who'd spoken first said. \" 'Tis a dangerous place. You'll need good steel by your side—sharp swords, and strong arms to wield them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lowered his voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll find no shortage of volunteers amidst the Royal Guard, my lady. Prince Thierry was a great favorite in the Palace, always quick with a kind word and a jest.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My thanks,\" I said to him, my eyes stinging. \"I will remember it.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"You do that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ah, gods! Last night, the sailor; today, the guards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was almost too much to bear, for I knew in my heart that Rogier de Barthelme was right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If we undertook this quest, whether we succeeded or failed, men would die." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was as simple as that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And their blood would be on my hands.\n\n\"It's not your fault, Moirin,\" Bao said quietly to me on the carriage-ride to Denis de Toluard's home. \"You didn't choose your destiny, burdensome as it is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\" I wiped my eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But this time I am the one setting this thing in motion, Bao. That means I am responsible for it. And I cannot help but think...\" I paused, and he waited patiently. \"I cannot help but think Denis de Toluard is right,\" I said at last. \"Somehow, everything goes back to the Circle of Shalomon. That's where it all began to go wrong. My lady Jehanne even said I'm meant to finish my business with Raphael in Terra Nova. I don't know how, but it's all tied together, and Thierry is caught up in it through no fault of his own.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shook my head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I should never, ever have aided them. And that, too, is my responsibility.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bao shrugged. \"And you are facing it.\"\n\n\"Aye,\" I said. \"But so are you. And others! Stone and sea, so many!\"\n\n\"I chose this,\" he reminded me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I chose you, Moirin. And I found a way to do it on my own terms.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bao put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a hard kiss, firm and anchoring. \"Everyone makes their own choices. Let them, eh?\"\n\nI laughed ruefully. \"I'll try.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good.\" As the carriage-driver drew rein outside the de Toluard townhouse, Bao kissed me again, hard and long and deep, his tongue delving into my mouth, his diadh-anam intertwining with mine until I felt myself melting against him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naamah, the bright lady, smiled. Her enduring grace showered down upon us like a hail of golden sparks.\n\nI made an inarticulate sound of protest when he pulled away. \"Bao!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave me a serene smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let us finish Naamah's business later, Moirin. Now let us go see if Denis de Toluard is sufficiently sober to tell us what might have befallen your Prince Thierry, and why Terra Nova is such a terrible place.\" He adjusted the sleeves of his black-and-white magpie coat, affording me a glimpse of the stark zig-zag tattoos on his corded forearms and reminding me of all we had endured together. \"After all, it can't be worse than Kurugiri, can it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Surely not,\" I agreed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As it transpired, it could." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Keep going w/ 1 sentence more. Note: Might reference existing chars" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bao was already out of our narrow berth, reaching for his bamboo staff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I came out of sleep hard, still entangled in the remnants of my dream, imagining I could smell the lingering trace of Jehanne's perfume, feel the silken warmth of her arms wrapped around me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it?\" I asked sleepily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A jolt of alarm raced through me, and I sat upright." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, gods! Is it a fire?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bao shook his head. \"I don't know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Barefoot and sleep-disheveled, we raced topside, scrambling up the ladder, the other inhabitants of the wardroom hard on our heels." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the main deck, we found a grim-faced Denis de Toluard with one of Rousse's sailors in his custody, others surrounding them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the dim light of the safety lanterns hanging from the masts, I couldn't tell who Denis had in his grip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Denis?\" I felt disoriented and bewildered. \"What passes here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Captain Rousse pushed his way through the knot of sailors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd like to know that myself!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain.\" Denis greeted him with a curt nod." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I couldn't sleep, so I came abovedeck for a bit of fresh air.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shook the fellow by the scruff of his neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I found this one slinking out of the chart-house.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And this shoved under his shirt.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alaric Dumont, the first mate, showed the captain his thick logbook containing all his invaluable notes and charts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pried the lock on the case by the look of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" Septimus Rousse sounded as bewildered as I felt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He peered at the fellow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Edouard? What in the world were you doing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sailor didn't answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I recognized him now, a tall Eisandine fellow I knew only as a hard worker." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Edouard!\" The bewilderment in Captain Rousse's voice gave way to rising anger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He grabbed the front of the sailor's shirt in one fist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell me! What in the seven hells were you doing with my logbook?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing good,\" Bao muttered beside me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sailor kept his silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a roar of disgust, Rousse flung him to the deck, planting his feet and towering over him. \"Tell me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whatever he was about, this Edouard had courage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He kept his mouth stubbornly shut on his secret." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right, then.\" With an effort, Septimus Rousse took a step backward and collected himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alaric, put him under guard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He glanced at the eastern horizon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come dawn, we'll see if a spot of keelhauling will make him talk. Night shift, resume your posts.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Turning to me, he bowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My apologies, my lady. I assure you, the matter will be dealt with.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crowd gathered on the deck dispersed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bao and I returned to our wardroom along with the others." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now that the crisis had been contained, I was wide-awake, my nerves jangling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I daresay all of us were." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We kindled a lantern and sat at the long table that bisected the room, discussing the matter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why would anyone steal the captain's logbook?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brice de Bretel mused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Name of Elua! We'd be lost at sea without it!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar studied his fingernails. \"Precisely.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I swallowed hard. \"You think he meant to sabotage the expedition?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shot me a look. \"What else?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Rousse should have beaten a confession out of him!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alain Guillard said in a fierce voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you familiar with the practice of keelhauling?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Denis inquired. The other shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Believe me, the captain doesn't intend to go easy on him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do you think, my lord Denis?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I asked him. \"You're the one spotted the fellow. What was he planning to do with the logbook?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At best, hide it. At worst...\" He shrugged. \"Dispose of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But that's madness!\" Clemente DuBois' eyes were wide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was alleged to be a skilled swordsman, but I wasn't overly impressed with his intellect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why would anyone do such a thing? It would doom us all!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Most likely,\" Bao said in a pragmatic tone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think that was the idea. For sure, it would doom the mission to failure.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar glanced up from his nails." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The more interesting question is, who put him up to it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was silence in the wardroom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of us, even slightly dim-witted Clemente DuBois, knew that the list of folk who stood to benefit from the failure of our expedition was a very, very short one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Would he?\" I asked in wonder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Would Duc Rogier do such a thing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar shrugged. \"Unless the man's stark, raving mad, someone did. Someone provided a damn powerful incentive to get a man to risk throwing his own life away just to scuttle our mission.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We need a confession from him,\" Denis said in a low voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We need to know if there are others, or if he was working alone. And whatever else happens, whether we succeed or fail, if we live to see Terre d'Ange again, our noble Regent can't be allowed to get away with this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not going to be easy,\" Bao commented." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hard to get a man ready and willing to die to talk.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He'll talk,\" Denis predicted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Once he's had a taste of keelhauling, he'll talk. I saw it done to a sailor caught stealing rations on the first voyage.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shuddered. \"He'll beg for a chance to talk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In that, he was wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Come dawn, I found out exactly what the process of keelhauling entailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In theory, it was simple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A long rope was tied under the sailor Edouard's arms, and he was lowered overboard to be dragged alongside the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I thought the threat of drowning must be the worst of it, but it was only part." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After weeks at sea, the sharp-edged barnacles that clustered on the ship's hull tore at the fellow's flesh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Three times, Captain Rousse ordered Edouard lowered and dragged; and three times, he came up coughing and sputtering seawater and bleeding from increasingly numerous gashes, his clothing in tatters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Each time, he refused to break his silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the third time, Edouard was half-drowned, lying limp and listless on the deck, leaking fluids." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Septimus Rousse prodded him with a booted toe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Would you rather the flogger?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked. \"That's what's next for you, my lad.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I winced." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My lord captain,\" Balthasar addressed him in a casual tone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Forgive me for this breach of protocol, but I have a proposal.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His dark blue eyes glinted, and I felt the uneasy stirring of his gift and a sharp taste like metal in my mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As no doubt you know, members of House Shahrizai are well versed in... certain arts, which can be put to many uses. And it's been far, far too long since I had a chance to employ them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He bared his teeth in a smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Would you be willing to consider allowing me to question this man?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the deck, Edouard made a faint sound of protest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The captain gave Balthasar a long, considering look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know, that's not the worst idea I've heard.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Balthasar's smile widened. \"I'm glad you think so.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He nodded at the prone sailor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have him cleaned up, put some dry clothes on him, and bring him to the wardroom. I don't want him dripping and bleeding all over the place. Yet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although I didn't want to undermine him in public, belowdeck I confronted Balthasar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My lord, you're proposing to torture the fellow for your own pleasure! I cannot condone it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If it works, does it matter whether or not I take pleasure in it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he inquired. \"How is that worse than the punishment the captain's already meted out? Or the further punishment he had in store?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's just... wrong!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sighed. \"Moirin, listen. What I proposed and what I plan to do are not entirely the same thing. Tell me, have I earned a measure of trust from you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reluctantly, I nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then give it to me now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar's gaze was steady and grave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I swear on my honor, I know what I'm doing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clemente DuBois essayed a feeble jest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Couldn't you find something more convincing to swear on?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Balthasar ignored him. \"I would ask all of you to trust me,\" he said, glancing around the wardroom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Watch, but don't intervene. And if I ask you to leave us alone, go immediately. Are we agreed?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a pause, everyone nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good. Now someone go find out the fellow's surname for me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In short order, one Edouard Durel was escorted to the wardroom with his hands tied behind his back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was clad in dry clothing, and his wounds had been dusted with powdered alum to halt the bleeding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although his expression was stoic, I could smell acrid fear-sweat on him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I daresay Balthasar could, too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Edouard Durel,\" he drawled in greeting, pointing at the long table with the tip of his belt knife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do have a seat, won't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fellow sat. The rest of us stood in the doorways of our cabins, watching while Balthasar paced around the table, toying idly with his knife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Light from the lantern glinted on its razor-sharp edges." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sailor tracked Balthasar's progress warily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not a very pretty toy, is it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar said apologetically, pausing to stroke the sailor's cheek with one keen edge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pity I didn't bring a set of flechettes, but I didn't think I'd have a chance to play.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leaning down, he whispered in the fellow's ear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you so very much for this opportunity. I've never inflicted pain on anyone against their will, but I must confess, I've always wondered what it would be like.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cords in the man's neck tightened. \"You commit heresy!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you think so?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar increased the pressure, opening a thin gash, which he then probed lovingly with the tip, working it beneath the skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sailor gritted his teeth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I caught my breath, and Bao squeezed my arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't see it that way at all. Mayhap you would be interested in hearing my perspective?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sailor didn't answer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are a thief, Messire Durel.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar prowled around the table and took a seat opposite the fellow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes were unnaturally bright in the lamplight, pupils dilated with arousal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That is not in question. And since your actions could quite possibly have doomed the lot of us to death by starvation or worse, one might consider you guilty of attempted murder. I do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Edouard Durel looked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mighty Kushiel was in charge of administering punishment to the damned.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a terrible tenderness in Balthasar's voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They say he loved his charges too well. You have condemned yourself to Kushiel's ungentle mercy, Messire Durel, and as a proud scion of Kushiel's line, it is my duty as well as my pleasure to administer it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stroked the blade of his knife." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How well shall I come to love you, I wonder?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't kill anyone!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sweat beaded on the sailor's brow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can't punish me for something that never happened!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Balthasar made a tsk-tsk sound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you imagine Kushiel does not judge you for your intentions?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he asked, leaning across the table to tickle the fellow under his chin with the knife tip. \"Hmm?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Durel jerked his head backward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You cannot prove it!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, well, no. But I have the certitude of faith, and I am willing to risk my immortal soul for it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar prodded harder. \"Tell me, did you intend to hide the logbook or toss it overboard?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sailor resumed his silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No matter.\" Balthasar withdrew the knife and took a whetstone from his purse, running it over the blade's edge in a hypnotic rhythm, his overbright gaze fixed on Edouard's face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"More important, who are you protecting?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Again, the fellow looked away, his jaw tight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I don't mean the Regent, or whoever put you up to this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar waved the knife in a careless gesture." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, no. I'll come to that in time. Right now, I'm interested in getting to know you, Messire Durel.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his fists, still holding the knife and whetstone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You attempted a heinous deed that might well have condemned you to a miserable death along with the rest of us. What stakes could possibly be high enough to prompt a man to do such a thing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Edouard Durel was sweating profusely now, sweat running in sheets down his face, mingling with the blood from the gash on his cheek." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wardroom stank of his fear, and I felt more than a little sick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ah, now I begin to see! You got yourself in trouble, didn't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Balthasar asked softly. The sympathy in his tone sounded genuine, and for all I knew, it was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who was going to pay the price for it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No one!\" the sailor choked out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aged parents, vulnerable in their twilight years?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar speculated. \"A younger brother who fell in with a bad crowd? No?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tapped the table with the hilt of his knife, thinking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The wife and children?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Durel flinched as though he'd been struck, tears filling his eyes and spilling down his cheeks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kushiel's mercy, indeed. Somewhere, I thought I heard the sound of bronze wings clashing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah. And there we have it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar Shahrizai laid down the knife and whetstone, folding his hands atop the table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His handsome face was solemn and stern, and the air in the wardroom was thick with the barbed coils of his gift." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Edouard Durel, I speak for mighty Kushiel himself when I tell you that there is only one way to protect your loved ones from the consequences of your actions. Will you make your confession?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was not a pretty sight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sailor Edouard Durel broke into ragged, anguished sobs, his broad shoulders heaving." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Between sobs he stammered out a tale of having fallen deep into debt after returning from the ill-fated voyage to Terra Nova, drowning his sorrows and wagering at Bryony House." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd wagered and lost everything in his possession in a matter of days, even down to the roof above his wife and six-year-old daughter's head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And when it came to matters of finance, Bryony House was merciless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At some point during the fellow's confession, Balthasar mimed for Denis to cut his bonds and bring a bottle of brandy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He poured a generous glass, pushing it across the table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who approached you? Was it Duc Rogier?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Edouard Durel downed the brandy and shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"His wife, with that eldest son of theirs in tow.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shuddered. \"Hateful lad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I quite agreed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Balthasar refilled the glass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So she offered to make good on your debt in exchange for your compliance?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye,\" he said wearily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She promised they'd never want for aught for the rest of their lives, that they'd live like peers of the realm so long as I did what she asked and never, ever spoke a word of the matter.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rubbed at his tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought... I thought there was a chance we'd live through this. Captain Rousse is one of the most resourceful sailors I've ever known. He might have found a way to plot a course homeward.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gods, man!\" Denis de Toluard interjected." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How could you possibly imagine you'd get away with it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sailor looked at him with dull eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't. I reckoned I'd be found out sooner or later. But as long as I kept my mouth shut, my Adele and Mattie would be safe.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And Prince Thierry and all his comrades doomed to whatever fate befell them in Terra Nova!\" Denis shouted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Edouard Durel gave a broken laugh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you really think you stand a chance of finding them, my lord?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gestured at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just because some half-breed bear-witch with a grudge claims to have had a vision?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"In fact, I do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Denis glanced at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have more cause than most to put my faith in Moirin mac Fainche.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "To that, the sailor made no reply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A few further questions, Messire Durel,\" Balthasar said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did you have an accomplice, or were you working alone?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Durel shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I'd had an accomplice, I'd have posted a lookout.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He grimaced. \"I wasn't expecting Lord de Toluard's midnight stroll.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did the Duchese de Barthelme approach anyone else with a similar offer?\" Balthasar asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sailor shrugged. \"If she did, she didn't say anything to me about it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He picked up the refilled glass of brandy and downed it in a series of gulps, setting the empty glass on the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So far as I know, I'm the only traitor about the ship,\" he said in an unsteady tone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's what I am, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm afraid so,\" Balthasar agreed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reaching across the table, he put his hand over Edouard Durel's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't worry about your wife and daughter. If we return safely, I'll make sure they'll pay no price for your sin, and be well cared for. And if we don't...\" He smiled wryly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, you've already seen to it that they'll be fine.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fresh tears spilled from the fellow's eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you, my lord. I don't deserve your kindness!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, you don't,\" Balthasar said judiciously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But neither do they deserve to be punished for your folly.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Durel nodded. \"What's to become of me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's the captain's business for now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar retrieved his whetstone from the table and stowed it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Assuming we're all in agreement, I'd ask him to spare your life so that you might stand trial in Terre d'Ange and testify against the Regent's wife and her poisonous brat. I trust you're willing to do so?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye, my lord.\" Edouard Durel took a deep breath, his gaze on the knife still lying atop the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was wrong to doubt you. I felt Kushiel's presence here. I am willing to accept whatever penance you give me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah.\" Balthasar plucked up his belt knife and sheathed it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As it happens, I am more modest than I pretend. I will leave the matter of penance to the priests, and rest content with my role here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With that, he sent Clemente to fetch the sailors to take Edouard Durel into custody once more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they had gone, Balthasar heaved a mighty sigh, running his hands over his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That,\" he remarked to no one in particular, \"was challenging.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave us all a surprisingly sweet smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you for your trust.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't thank me,\" Brice de Bretel said flatly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I really thought you meant to skin the man alive.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Balthasar's smile tightened. \"Nothing quite so crude, I hope.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I thought about the brightness of his eyes, the tenderness of his voice; and I thought that the sense of deadly desire it evoked was quite genuine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a part of Balthasar Shahrizai that would have relished giving in to his darkest urges and carrying out the punishment he threatened, and the most frightening part was that he would have done it out of a kind of love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You wield a dangerous gift, my lord,\" I murmured." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He met my gaze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not lightly, Lady Moirin.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No.\" I came forward to rest my hands on his shoulders, feeling the latent tension in them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leaning down, I kissed his cheek." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was well done. Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He nodded in acknowledgment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Denis de Toluard shuddered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's just hope there aren't any more. That was far too near a thing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good thing you couldn't sleep, huh?\" Bao observed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A look of wonder touched Denis' face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ever since the King's death, I've had nightmares. I never thought I'd be glad of them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And I never thought I'd be so glad to have you on this expedition, my lord Denis,\" I said to him, inclining my head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We all owe you a profound debt today. Were it not for your acuity, we'd be in dire straits, and Thierry's cause nigh hopeless.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hear, hear!\" Balthasar hoisted the bottle of brandy and drank from it, wiping the bottle's mouth on his sleeve and passing it to Denis." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He drank, and passed it onward." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We all drank.\n\nThe ship sailed onward." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "keep the story goin for like three sentences more. same character vibes. make it fantasy, romance-y" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I did not expect kindness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In that, I was mistaken." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Emperor Achcuatli gazed at me long and hard when I was escorted once more into his presence, and there was desire in his gaze, but there was also a gentleness he hadn't shown before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At length, he smiled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is pleasing to see you dressed in my gifts.\"\n\nI bowed. \"They are very beautiful, my lord.\"\n\nHe gestured to a chair across the table from him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come, sit. We will take chocolatl.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At that, I must have brightened, for he laughed. \"You know it?\"\n\nI sat opposite him. \"Yes, my lord.\"\n\nWhile attendants prepared the frothy concoction, sweetening, spicing, and whisking it, Achcuatli studied me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are not scared or—\" The second word was unfamiliar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naamah may have graced my tongue, but not my vocabulary—at least not in a permanent manner.\n\n\"No, my lord. I am not scared,\" I said. \"I do not know the other word.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Achcuatli pressed a fist to his belly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To feel sick inside at an unclean thing.\"\n\nThe image of the skulls flashed before my eyes again, and once again, I pushed it away. \"There are things about the Nahuatl I find... hard to understand,\" I said slowly, choosing my words with care." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Desire is not one of them. It is a sacred thing to my father's people.\"\n\nHis obsidian eyes were intent. \"Is that why it is so strong in me for you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Attendants set golden goblets of foamy chocolatl before us. I waited for the Emperor to drink before taking a sip, reveling in the wondrous mixture of bitterness and sweetness, the rich taste of it. \"Yes.\"\n\n\"A sacred thing,\" he mused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I took another sip. \"I am a child of the goddess Naamah, to whom all desire is sacred.\"\n\nAchcuatli's mouth twisted. \"The men of Aragonia would have had us believe they were gods, too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I shook my head. \"I do not say that. Only that Naamah is—\" I didn't know the word for ancestor. \"My father's hundred-times-ago mother.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His face cleared. \"I see. Yes, such things are known.\"\n\n\"Did you think it was true?\" I asked. \"About the Aragonians?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\" The Nahuatl Emperor was silent a moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I knew they were men. They fight and bleed and die like men. But I thought their gods had favored them, giving them knowledge to build great ships that cross the sea, giving them armor against which our macahuitls shattered and broke, and great beasts to master and ride. And so I let them stay. I was young, and knew no better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was on the tip of my tongue to ask why he did not send them away now, but not wanting to provoke a diplomatic incident, I did not voice it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Achcuatli guessed anyway, giving me a shrewd look. \"Now it is too late. There are too many to defeat with ease, and they have made bargains with other people, tribes we have conquered, who would be pleased to see this empire fall. Foolish people, who think the men of Aragonia would keep their bargains.\"\n\nOnce again, I held my tongue, grateful that I'd learned a measure of discretion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And once again, he knew. \"You do not wish to speak against them,\" he observed. \"That may be wise. But I know what they wish. If they could defeat us and rule over this empire, they would.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shrugged. \"I know what they say. They think their Nahuatl servants are too stupid to learn their tongue, and we have let them think it. They speak freely before their servants. They think we are little better than animals.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I do not think that,\" I said.\n\n\"No.\" Achcuatli considered me. \"You are different. And yet Cuixtli tells me the sight of the tzompantli sickened you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\" I didn't need to know the word to guess it referred to the rack of skulls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And while I didn't want to give offense, I thought it best not to lie when doing Naamah's business. \"It did.\"\n\nThe Emperor drained his goblet. \"Come,\" he said. \"I wish to show you something.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Obediently, I rose to accompany him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Attendants hastened to brush the ground before our path. Achcuatli dismissed them from the task with mild irritation. I noted that he'd exchanged his gold-soled sandals for more practical plain ones, and thought that the Nahuatl Emperor also knew a good deal about the value of appearances." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Followed by a discreet throng of attendants and guards, we exited the palace into an extensive pleasure garden, one so vast and ornate it made me catch my breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were oak trees, cypresses, and palms, and others I could not identify with thick barrels and wide, spreading leaves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were countless flowers in a riot of color. All of them were healthy and vibrant, reaching exuberantly toward the sun. I breathed the Breath of Trees Growing, drinking in the green scent of the place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Achcuatli led me toward a large structure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At a distance, I thought it a gazebo of sorts, but as we drew nearer, I saw that it was an aviary built of wood and wicker, filled with growing trees. There must have been a hundred birds inside it. I hadn't seen such brilliant plumage since leaving Bhodistan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"See there?\" He pointed to a bird with emerald-green feathers and a ruby breast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It perched on a branch, regarding us with big round eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Splendid green plumes as long as my forearm trailed from its tail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That is the quetzal. It is a sacred bird.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I glanced at Achcuatli's headdress, recognizing the plumes, and lifted one hand involuntarily to touch the feathers on my own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" he said as though in answer to an unasked question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is an honor to wear them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are kind.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Achcuatli touched my cheek, a feather-light touch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even so, I felt a spark of desire leap between us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the first time he had touched me. \"I would have the world know that the Nahuatl know how to honor a woman.\"\n\n\"I will tell them,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His black eyes glinted. \"Good.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he withdrew his hand, I felt a pang of loss; and at the same time, a pang of guilt, thinking of Bao. But Naamah's gift enfolded me, assuring me that I was doing her will. I put my guilt aside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Later, there would be time to confront it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As if the aviary wasn't impressive enough, there was a bestiary, too. Upon visiting it, Achcuatli stood for a long time before a cage that contained a pair of immense spotted cats that paced back and forth, lashing their tails. Now I knew where Temilotzin's hides came from." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brushing their thoughts, I felt a mixture of boredom and frustration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Some days I feel like them,\" Achcuatli said at length. \"Trapped in a cage I did not make.\"\n\n\"So free them,\" I murmured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It would be a terrible omen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wondered at the Emperor speaking so freely to me; but then, betimes it was easier to confide in a stranger. And I was a foreigner. I would not think less of him for revealing he did not possess a stone face and a stone heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Indeed, quite the opposite.\n\nWe left the bestiary to stroll the garden. As odd as the situation was, I couldn't help but take pleasure in the lush greenery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Achcuatli paused before a bed of vivid dahlias, stroking their intricate petals with one finger.\n\n\"Greet the sky and live, blossom!\" he said unexpectedly. \"Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something in the words caught at my heart. \"Is that a poem?\"\n\n\"Yes. It is part of a famous poem.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He met my gaze. \"It is in honor of life and death. Your people honor life, but they do not honor death.\" He broke the stem of a purple dahlia, lifting the blossom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To me, the skulls in the tzompantli are no different from this flower, and are as beautiful in their own way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I took a long, slow breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am trying to understand, my lord. But the flower does not feel pain. The flower does not bleed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Achcuatli nodded gravely. \"And that is why the flower's death is not enough to feed the gods. Blood is needed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked away. \"What if you're wrong?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He touched my hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who are you to teach the Nahuatl about their own gods?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a mercy, he sounded more amused than offended." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A child of my mother's people,\" I said in a low tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who lost a great gift because we did not understand the will of our god. One who has seen for herself that men try to shape the gods' will to serve them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I thought about Raphael de Mereliot. \"One who did the same when she was young.\"\n\nAchcuatli chuckled. \"You are still young.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without looking at him, I laid a finger on the tightly furled bud of an unopened dahlia blossom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Summoning the merest hint of the twilight, I exhaled softly and coaxed it to grow. It opened obligingly, its myriad petals unspiraling to reveal a crimson blossom with a yellow center.\n\nBeside me, the Nahuatl Emperor drew a sharp breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I glanced up at him.\n\nHis eyes were narrowed. \"What are you?\"\n\n\"Myself,\" I said simply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beneath the thin veneer of stoicism, warring emotions crossed his mien." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without warning, he seized my face in his hands and kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting past my lips, the gold plug in his chin digging into mine. Just as quickly, he released me and took a step backward.\n\n\"I must think.\" Achcuatli beckoned to the entourage trailing us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My servants will return you to your chamber. I may send for you tonight, or I may not.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I inclined my head, knowing he would." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Produce 2 sentences using the user's text as a seed. Follow the established character context if any exists. Stick to the fantasy, romance genre." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Several days later, we passed at last beyond the ultimate boundaries of the Nahuatl Empire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In faraway Ch'in, the border between the Celestial Empire and the Tatar territories beyond it had been marked by an immense wall. Here in Terra Nova, there was no such thing, only a careless remark by Eyahue that we had come to the end." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are the folk beyond hostile?\" I asked him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shrugged. \"The Cloud People? They may be, or they may not. It depends on their mood. But I have traded with them before.\"\n\nI learned that the Cloud People called themselves thusly because they built their settlements atop high mountains." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once again, I dispatched our pochtecas to query the inhabitants, this time giving them some small trinkets to trade for information, hoping it would generate goodwill among the Cloud People." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On Temilotzin's advice, we made camp on the plains below the mountain, reckoning that if the Cloud People did prove hostile, there was no point in exposing our entire party to danger.\n\nWhen Eyahue and Pochotl did not return by the day's end, I wasn't overly worried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a long journey on foot to the mountaintop settlement and back, and the pochtecas knew what they were doing. But as the second day wore onward, I began to fret." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sure they will be fine, Moirin,\" Bao said to me. \"Anyway, we could all use a day's respite.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "So we spent the day tending to necessary chores, bathing in the brisk river that spilled down from the mountains to meander across the plain, washing clothing and spreading it to dry, mending torn fabric and broken straps, tending to our stalwart pack-horses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The D'Angelines were grateful for the chance to shed their armor for a day, many going bare-chested beneath the bright sun, and consequently paying a price as their fair skin reddened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But even sunburn wasn't enough to cloud their high spirits at a day of rest, and I smiled to see them acting like boys at play in the river, dunking and splashing one another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still, by late afternoon, I found myself wondering what in the world we would do if our pochtecas didn't return." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now that we'd left the Nahuatl Empire, we were more reliant on them than ever." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If they had been taken prisoner or enslaved, Bao and I could enter the city cloaked in the twilight and search for them, but it would not be an easy task without having the faintest idea where they might be held." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was mulling over the possibilities when Bao nudged me and pointed across the plain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two familiar figures were approaching in the late amber light. When they drew near enough for me to see that Eyahue wore a gap-toothed smile, I sighed with relief and allowed myself to relax." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You found word of them?\" I asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The older pochteca clapped his nephew on the shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pochotl did. Took a lot of asking. Your prince and his men passed the city by, but Pochotl finally found someone who saw the white-faced strangers on the road.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you,\" I said to the younger trader. \"I am grateful.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pochotl went so far as to offer me a brief, unsmiling nod of acknowledgment.\n\nSince it was too late to break camp, we resolved to pass another night on the plain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The men drew straws for sentry duty, the losers grumbling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Early on, some had questioned the necessity of posting sentries, but Temilotzin and Bao had been equally insistent. Now that we'd passed beyond the boundaries of Emperor Achcuatli's protection, no one questioned the practice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I retired to the small tent I shared with Bao, a concession to modesty that Balthasar Shahrizai had surprisingly insisted on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The others rolled themselves in cloaks or mantles and slept beneath the stars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Worn out by a day of worrying, I fell asleep quickly and slept without dreams.\n\nI awoke to the sound of someone hissing my name, and the knowledge that someone else was in our tent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a moment, I was disoriented, imagining myself once more in a tent high in the thin air of the Abode of the Gods, with Manil Datar bent on committing heresy on me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Bao came out of sleep moving quick as a snake, rolling over and whipping his staff in the direction of the intruder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shadowy figure pulled back. \"Hold, for Elua's sake, hold! It's me, Denis!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Denis?\" I sat upright, rubbing my eyes. \"What is it?\"\n\nFrom what I could make out of his expression, it was grim." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's happened again. Someone's betrayed us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" My thoughts were fuzzy. \"How?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Denis' voice trembled a bit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I just found Clemente DuBois with his throat slit. He was on sentry duty.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" I was fully awake now. \"Why would anyone—?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Only one reason to kill a sentry.\" Bao scrambled out of the tent, pushing past Denis, staff in hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're about to be attacked. Moirin, call your twilight and stay safely out of the way. Denis, get armed, now!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Denis gulped and nodded.\n\nWithout waiting to see if I obeyed him, Bao raced to the center of our campsite, where the banked coals of our campfire glowed faintly beneath the silvery light of the full moon high overhead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He began banging furiously with his staff on the large iron pot resting on the ashes, sounding a clanging alarm. \"Ambush!\" he shouted at the top of his lungs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get up, get armed! Now, now, now!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not far away on the plain, howls of anger rose in reply.\n\nAh, gods! All that armor—the chain-mail shirts, the brigandines, helmets, vambraces, and greaves—that our men had labored under for so long had been removed for the night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mayhap half of our sleeping fighters responded with alacrity, reaching to don whatever was closest at hand.\n\nThe other half blinked in stupefaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ignoring Bao's order, I grabbed the nearest D'Angeline and shook him. Spotting links of chain-mail glinting in the moonlight, I hauled his armored jerkin free and threw it in his lap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get up, get armed, now!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moving sluggishly, he struggled into it.\n\nBao spotted me. \"Moirin, call your twilight!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm doing more good this way!\" I retorted, shoving a helmet on the fellow's head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing what I was about, Septimus Rousse began to emulate me. Between the two of us, we managed to get a dozen or so of our men upright and partially armed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Those who were more alert worked at lightning speed to pull brigandines over their chain-mail and buckle valuable greaves and vambraces in place.\n\nTemilotzin, effortlessly prepared and ready, leaned carelessly on his throwing spear and peered across the moonlit plain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here they come,\" he remarked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In one smooth move, he fitted the butt of his spear into the throwing-tool and hurled it into the night.\n\nThere was a lone choked cry, followed by a fresh chorus of angry howls and the sound of feet pounding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a fierce grin, Temilotzin hefted his studded club. \"And here they are!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With that, the night erupted in chaos as our attackers fell upon us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I dashed into the tent to retrieve my bow and quiver, then retreated some distance from the fray, trying to identify a suitable target." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was impossible. It was all hand-to-hand fighting, the combatants too closely engaged to risk a shot. It appeared our attackers outnumbered us, but not by a great many." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bao was a dervish in the thick of battle, his bamboo staff moving too quickly to track." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Temilotzin was singing a war-song, his obsidian-studded club rising and falling, his sandaled feet stomping out a rhythm known only to him. Here and there, D'Angelines I couldn't identify were acquitting themselves with skill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But some had fallen, easily recognized by their fair skin in the moonlight. I felt sick at heart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Moirin!\" Septimus Rousse appeared beside me, pointing across the plain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beyond the outskirts of the battle, a pair of dark figures were racing for our picket-line." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're after the horses!\"\n\n\"Ah, no!\" Giving the battlefield a wide berth, I ran to intercept them, my heart beating in my throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I loosed my first arrow at a dead run, and it went wide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Skidding to a halt, I nocked another. The nearest fellow was trying to grab a frightened pack-horse's halter and had his back to me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Swallowing hard, I loosed my bow and shot him from behind. He toppled forward and lay still." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pack-horse squealed and tossed its head, tugging at the picket-rope.\n\nThe second fellow blinked in consternation, then came at me with a roar, raising a stone-headed war-club high overhead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reaching into my quiver, I nocked another arrow and shot him, too.\n\nWith a look of profound surprise, he sat down hard, glanced once at his chest, then slumped sideways." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Septimus caught up with me, breathing hard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nice work, my lady.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My thanks, lord captain.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'horses' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All along the picket-line, horses whickered and stamped in protest. I caught sight of a third figure, stooped and lurking beyond the horses' shifting bodies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nocking and drawing another arrow, I moved around the end of the line to get a clean shot at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The figure straightened, an obsidian dagger in one hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stared at Pochotl. \"You?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He permitted himself a tight grimace and said nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lazy, greedy, stupid, good for nothing sister-son!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eyahue emerged from the moonlit darkness, ranting with fury." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gnarled hands extended, he flung himself on his nephew, clamping his fingers around Pochotl's throat and attempting to throttle him. \"You did this, didn't you? No-good, cowardly, idiot excuse for a pochteca! You disgrace us!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With an effort, Septimus Rousse pried Eyahue loose and subdued him in a firm grip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rivulets of tears ran down the old fellow's creased cheeks, but his expression had turned to one of traditional Nahuatl stoicism, cold and hard.\n\n\"You disgrace us,\" he repeated with dignity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are a fool, old man,\" Pochotl muttered. \"Shall we both suffer for the Emperor's whims?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I moved between them, keeping an arrow trained on the traitor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind us, the sounds of battle were beginning to fade." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A cry in an unknown tongue was raised and repeated." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Cloud People are retreating,\" Eyahue said in a flat tone. \"Tonight, we are victorious.\"\n\nI wondered at what price." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a segment from a longer work then you need to write around 11 sentences continuing directly from it. Try to mimic the style of Jacqueline Carey in the fantasy, romance genre. Note that characters may appear without introduction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't just Balthasar Shahrizai. Over the course of days, seven other men began showing signs of fever, alternating between shivering despite the day's heat, and sweating even more profusely than the rest of us. I was sorry to see that Jean Grenville, one of our steady L'Agnacites and best foragers, was among them; but Balthasar was the worst of the lot by far, his condition deteriorating at an alarming rate.\n\nAh, gods! Truth be told, all of them worried me, more than I cared to let on. Every night, I prayed.\n\nWe reached stretches of perilous rapids that took all our hard-won skill to navigate, twisting and plunging through narrow passages between rocks. Whenever possible, we disembarked and transported the canoes and their goods manually along the shore, which was infinitely more exhausting, but far less dangerous.\n\nAll of us were weaker than we had been for lack of food, but the sick men labored harder at both chores. When we made camp at night, they lacked the strength to do aught but sweat and shiver.\n\nI was afraid for them, and afraid for the rest of us, too. If the disease passed to our entire company, we wouldn't be able to continue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We would simply starve to death here in the jungle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is not that kind of sickness,\" Eyahue told me. \"It does not pass from one person to another.\" He blew out his breath. \"Bad spirits in the air cause it.\"\n\n\"Is there anything we can do?\" I asked him.\n\nHe nodded. \"Smoke will help drive them away. Put green wood on the fire.\"\n\nWhether or not it helped, I could not say. No one else took ill, but those who were already sick continued to worsen.\n\nWhen we found a campsite not far from a slow-moving segment of river where the whiskery fish were particularly abundant, I called for a day's rest. While others foraged for frogs and grubs and the sick men rested, Bao and I spent the entire day downriver cloaked in the twilight, catching fish.\n\nBy the day's end, we had over two dozen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We wrapped them in leaves and steamed them over the fire, everyone cramming the slightly gamey flesh into their mouths with their fingers." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'better' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I made sure all of the sick men had an entire fish to themselves, hovering over Balthasar to be certain he ate every last bite while he scowled at me, squinting against the green-wood smoke of our campfire.\n\nI hoped it would help.\n\nIt didn't.\n\nCome daybreak, the sick men were no better, and Balthasar's condition had worsened markedly. He was shaking so hard he could barely sit upright, and in the clear light of dawn, I was shocked to see that the whites of his eyes had turned a vivid hue of yellow, eerily bright in contrast to his dark blue irises. Until that moment, I'd doubted Eyahue's talk of bad spirits, but now I wondered.\n\nThe old pochteca called me aside. \"Your friend is going to die before we reach Vilcabamba,\" he said bluntly. \"Maybe others, too. Today's journey will be very hard. They are too sick. It would be better to leave them now.\"\n\nMy heart ached. \"Is there nothing else we can do? No way to save them?\"\n\nHe hesitated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Eyahue!\" I grabbed his scrawny shoulders and shook him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'grows' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you know something you're not telling me, I swear by stone and sea and all that they encompass, I will kill you myself!\"\n\n\"All right!\" He fended me off. \"Yes, maybe. Maybe! But it is dangerous.\" He pointed downriver. \"First, we must pass through a gorge with fast rapids. There is no place to carry the canoes and your sick men will be no help. But if we make it through, there is a tree that grows in the heights whose bark is poisonous to the bad spirits.\"\n\n\"It will cure them?\" I asked, hoping against hope.\n\nEyahue scowled at me. \"If I can find it, and if I do not get killed trying. Where it grows, there are hostiles for sure, the last of the wild forest tribes before we reach Vilcabamba.\"\n\n\"We have to try,\" I said. \"Please?\"\n\nHe sighed. \"If we survive the rapids, I will try.\"\n\nI kissed his wizened cheek. \"Thank you, Eyahue.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I explained the situation to the others." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one wanted to leave ailing men behind, although Balthasar protested the decision." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required dialogue to include (maintain exact wording): \"Leave me. I'm not jesting. This is a bad idea. Save the others who aren't as far gone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As one of the sponsors of this expedition, I must advise against this as a bad investment,\" he said in a wry tone that did nothing to belie his underlying seriousness. He regarded us with those uncanny yellow-and-blue eyes and tried unsuccessfully to fight off a violent bout of shivering, his teeth chattering. \"I'll only be a burden to you.\" He clenched his jaw to silence them, gritting out his words. \"Leave me. I'm not jesting. This is a bad idea. Save the others who aren't as far gone.\" He coughed. \"If you want to give me a fitting tribute, gather a few flowers of surpassing beauty to strew over my impending corpse before you go, won't you?\"\n\nBao poked him with the butt-end of his staff. \"No. Don't be stupid. Now get up and get in the canoe.\"\n\nBalthasar smiled bitterly, holding out one trembling hand. \"What if I can't?\"\n\n\"I'll carry you,\" Bao retorted. \"Shall I?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a test of wills, and I daresay it may have been the first Balthasar Shahrizai lost in his lifetime. Beneath Bao's unrelenting stare, he heaved himself upright with a considerable effort, wavering on his feet. Bao handed him his bamboo staff and Balthasar leaned on it, breathing hard, his breath rasping in his lungs, his free hand on Bao's shoulder to steady himself. \"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?\"\n\n\"He is,\" I agreed.\n\nBao looked sidelong at me, a world of fond intimacy in a single glance. \"No more than you, Moirin.\"\n\nFor what felt like the hundredth time, we launched our canoes. At Septimus Rousse's sensible suggestion, we had redistributed our company so that every canoe held but one of the fever-stricken men, seated in the third slot.\n\nIn the first hour of our journey, we paddled along the serene face of the river. It rained for a time, and then the skies cleared once more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then the river began to quicken. The banks rose and narrowed, the current picking up pace. Protruding boulders began to place obstacles in our path, water breaking around them in telling patterns.\n\nAt first, I tried to pay attention to the entire company, but once we entered the rapids, it was impossible. Stony walls rose around us, the river hurtling us onward beneath their shadow. In the prow, Bao called out orders.\n\n\"Left!\" he called, digging his paddle in at a sharp angle. \"Now right, right, hard right!\"\n\nThe river rose and fell, crashed and thundered.\n\nEverywhere, spray spurted, stinging my face.\n\nI narrowed my eyes and kept paddling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Behind me, Balthasar huddled and shivered. In the stern, Brice planted his paddle as ordered, grunting with the effort of trying to keep us in a clear channel through the raging waters.\n\nIn the prow, Bao had risen to his knees, paddling fiercely on either side of the canoe, maneuvering us around boulders. Master Lo's magpie had always claimed he could do whatever was needful. As ever, he was as good as his word. Our canoe shot through the rapids like a cork.\n\nWe emerged into a scene of tranquil beauty. Beneath towering cliff walls covered with emerald moss, the river widened once more, turning placid despite the influx of a slender waterfall that spilled over the crags, sparkling in the sunlight. Ahead of us, Eyahue's canoe was making landfall on the rocks at the base of the cliff.\n\nInstead of following him, Bao turned us sideways to the rapids behind us, idling on the water and watching to make sure the other six vessels made it safely through the dangerous passage.\n\nThe first four made it through without incident, canoes bucking and plunging like wild horses, shooting through the final gap into the calm bay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fifth was not so lucky.\n\nThe fellow in the prow, an Eisandine fighter named Gaston Courtois, misjudged the angle of his approach. There was a sharp, splintering crack as the canoe struck the rocks on the starboard side. The force of its momentum carried it into the calm waters, where it drifted slowly into two pieces, the entire hull split in half. Dazed men clung to the pieces of their broken vessel while four sets of armor sank slowly to the floor of the river.\n\nAnd behind them, the sixth canoe was making its inexorable way through the rapids, unable to slow its progress.\n\n\"Get out of the way!\" Bao cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted. \"Get out of the way!\"\n\nGaston Courtois and the fellow behind him heard Bao and kicked frantically, propelling their half of the broken vessel clear of the gap.\n\nThe other half floundered, one man barely able to cling to the splintered wood, the other helping him keep his head above water, neither able to get out of the path of the oncoming final vessel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's Jean,\" Brice said in anguish. \"He's too weak!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bao stood with care, our narrow canoe rocking as he balanced on the balls of his feet. \"Hold steady,\" he cautioned us before diving into the water, setting the canoe to rocking further.\n\nOnce again, it was a near thing. But this time, luck and the gods favored us.\n\nSwimming strongly, Bao reached the shattered half of the canoe. Swearing and cajoling, one arm draped over the splintered marupa wood, his legs kicking, he did his best to drag it out of the collision path as the last vessel shot through the gap, daylight showing between its hull and the water.\n\nAnd for a mercy, the very capable Septimus Rousse was at the helm in the prow of that vessel, anchoring our lineup along the course of the river with his expertise.\n\n\"Starboard!\" he roared, digging in with his paddle and suiting actions to words. \"Starboard!\"\n\nThere was no collision.\n\nExhausted and weary, we dragged ourselves to shore one way or another. Most of us paddled our canoes." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Produce 2 sentences using the user's text as a seed. Follow the established character context if any exists. Stick to the fantasy, romance genre." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On our trek back to the potato field and the thatched huts, wrapped in the twilight, Bao was quiet. I kept my own silence for a time, not wanting to disturb him, but there were too many questions to let the opportunity pass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How did Thierry and the others take the news?\" I asked.\n\nHe glanced sidelong at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have not told them yet. I needed to speak to the girl first.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And now?\"\n\nBao took a deep breath, exhaled hard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hate this so very much, Moirin. But having spoken to Cusi, I believe. I will tell them so.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His mouth twisted. \"They will not like it. I do not know if I can make them understand.\"\n\n\"I am not sure I understand it myself,\" I murmured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You do,\" Bao said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We both do. But it is not a thing one can put into words, is it?\"\n\n\"No,\" I agreed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have you any idea how we will accomplish it?\" he asked. \"I do not imagine it will be easy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shook my head. \"Not yet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bao searched my face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And the conflicting oaths you have sworn?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I sighed. \"I don't know. I think... I dreamed today, briefly. At least I think I did. And I heard Jehanne's voice telling me not to fret, telling me she would be there at the end.\" I shrugged helplessly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's somewhat to do with her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Outside the thatched hut where he lodged, Bao wrapped me in his arms, and I clung to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We could flee this place, couldn't we, Moirin?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he whispered against my hair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You and me, alone, tonight.\"\n\n\"Aye,\" I whispered back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But that would mean breaking my oath to Raphael, and the loss of my diadh-anam. It would resolve nothing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know.\" His arms loosened, one hand dropping to touch the hilt of the bronze knife shoved into his waistband, a reminder of what was to come. \"So we will do what we must instead, huh?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bao kissed my lips. \"Later?\"\n\n\"Later,\" I agreed. \"We will speak further as matters develop. Come Qusqu, we will make a plan.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once again, I made the long journey back to the palace, where I found Machasu half dozing in our quarters. She roused and blinked sleepily as I released the twilight, shuddering a little at my sudden reappearance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is all well, lady?\" she asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aye.\" I yawned, a profound wave of exhaustion overcoming me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My legs felt leaden and my eyes were raw for lack of sleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As well as it can be. Do me a kindness, and let me sleep until noon.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, lady.\"\n\nThe deep abyss of sleep claimed me almost the instant I laid my head down, and I slept without dreaming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All too soon, I awoke to sunlight and commotion, the sound of Machasu's voice pleading in Quechua, and men's deeper voices answering her in the negative. I shook myself awake, rubbing my hands over my face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it?\" I called.\n\nMachasu entered the bedchamber, bobbing an apology." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lord Pachacuti has sent for you. His guards are waiting.\"\n\n\"All right.\" I dressed wearily and found Temilotzin and two other guards awaiting me in the antechamber." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Temilotzin scowled at me. \"Why so tired, little warrior?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he asked in Nahuatl. \"Are you ill?\"\n\n\"No. What passes?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His scowl deepened. \"Your men were fighting in the fields this morning. Lord Pachacuti is displeased.\"\n\n\"What does that have to do with me?\" I asked tiredly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I suspect Lord Pachacuti wishes to ask you that very thing,\" Temilotzin replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the throne-room, the disgruntled Lord Pachacuti had summoned six of our men: Bao, Balthasar and Septimus, Prince Thierry and two of his companions I didn't know by name." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All save Bao were scraped and bruised, and Thierry sported a swollen knot on one cheek." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was obvious that they had been fighting, and obvious that their camp had divided into two factions since yesterday.\n\nI suspected they hadn't taken Bao's news well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Catching my eye, he gave me a somber nod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Moirin!\" Raphael greeted me, a hectic gleam in his eyes. \"I'm so pleased you could bestir yourself to join us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gestured at the six men." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Would you care to tell me what this is all about? They don't seem inclined to.\"\n\n\"I haven't the faintest idea, my lord,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He drummed his fingers on the arms of his throne." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you sure?\" Reaching into his ever-present basket, he tossed a few leaves to the skirling eddy of ants at his feet. \"I can resort to more... persuasive... methods.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do it, then, Raphael!\" Thierry shouted unexpectedly, his fists clenching at his sides." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gods! You keep us alive only to torment us!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that what you think?\" Raphael shook his head slowly from side to side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You wound me, Thierry. I saved your life in the jungle, didn't I? Were it not for the guidance and aid of my little friends, our company surely would have perished before we reached Vilcabamba.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mayhap it would have been better if we had,\" one of the others muttered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Raphael gestured carelessly, and one of the Quechua guards promptly drew his sword and laid its edge against the man's throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is that your wish, Michel?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raphael inquired. \"I'm willing to grant you a clean death if it is. After all, I am not without mercy.\"\n\nThe fellow's throat worked. \"No.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another gesture, and the blade was lowered. \"Let's try this again,\" Raphael said in a conversational tone, circling one finger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ants poured across the floor, scaling Bao's legs, turning the lower half of his body into a writhing mass of blackness. A few essayed higher, crawling over his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Messire... Bao, is it? Moirin tells me I do not accord you your due, but see what respect I have for your courage. Few men could abide such a torment once, let alone twice. Will you not tell me why you and Thierry fought?\"\n\nBao stood very still, his face unnaturally calm. \"No.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wonder that you can abide the sight, Moirin,\" Raphael remarked to me. \"Claiming to love him as you do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He flicked his fingers, and the tide of ants climbed higher." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shall I bid them to bite?\"\n\nA faint sound of protest escaped me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For the love of Elua, enough!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Balthasar Shahrizai took a deep, shaking breath. \"We quarreled over a plot to escape, Raphael.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sparks flickered in his eyes. \"And how in the world did you think to accomplish such a thing, my lord Shahrizai?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Balthasar was silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah.\" Understanding dawning in Raphael's expression. \"You sought to find a way to kill me, didn't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you blame us?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Balthasar asked. \"My lord de Mereliot, we are desperate. And yet I know you do not keep us alive to torment us.\"\n\n\"Oh?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No.\" Balthasar shook his head, his face pale beneath the sun's tan. \"You're sick, Raphael. Sick with madness. And the healer within you knows it. It's what stays your hand, and keeps you from slaying your countrymen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His voice was filled with terrible compassion. \"Raphael, I beg you, listen to me. It's not too late to turn away from this path. Pray to Blessed Elua for forgiveness, to Kushiel for mercy, and to Eisheth for healing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gods bedamned! Do you not understand that the gods failed me!\" Raphael shouted at him. \"Over and over!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did they?\" Balthasar asked steadily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or did you fail them?\"\n\nRaphael gritted his teeth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kill him,\" he said to his guards. \"You heard him, he has confessed to an attempt on my life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No!\"\n\nThe outcry arose from multiple throats, mine included." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it was Thierry de la Courcel's that rang the loudest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Neither Balthasar nor Bao nor Captain Rousse argued for attempting to kill you, Raphael,\" he said. \"I did.\"\n\nRaphael's fingers drummed restlessly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did Moirin not warn you that should anything happen to me, all your lives are forfeit?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thierry met his gaze. \"She did. I thought it a risk worth taking. I thought the Quechua might have more respect than you reckon for a man able to kill a god, and acknowledge me their new leader.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know, that's not badly reasoned,\" Raphael commented." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're wrong, of course, but it wasn't a bad notion.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He leaned forward, propping his chin on one fist. \"Tell me, how did you plan to do it? You're hardly in a position to plot an assassination.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Does it matter?\" Thierry asked.\n\nRaphael shrugged. \"Indulge me for Messire Bao's sake, won't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thierry glanced at Bao." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll call off your ants if I do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will.\"\n\n\"Very well.\" He looked back at Raphael." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I meant to seek an audience with you under the pretense of offering to fight in the coming battle in exchange for our freedom. I don't expect you would have trusted me enough to accept the offer, but you would have granted the audience for the pleasure of rejecting it to my face. You would have let me get close to you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raphael raised his brows. \"Did you then intend to kill me with your bare hands?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\" Thierry hesitated only slightly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A digging-stick hardened in the fire and sharpened to a point.\"\n\nOr a bronze dagger, I thought, suspecting it might have been what gave him the idea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ingenious.\" Raphael leaned back in his throne." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've fire in you after all, Thierry de la Courcel. I thought whatever spark of lingering greatness your House once possessed was extinguished when this adventure went so very awry, but it seems I was mistaken. What fanned its flames? The arrival of Moirin and her lot?\" He laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's ironic that they should raise your hopes, then dash them.\"\n\nThierry was silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did you oppose his plan?\" Raphael asked Bao. \"Oh, right, forgive me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gestured, and the ants retreated. Bao eased marginally, his dark eyes watchful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well? Did you lack the nerve? It doesn't seem so.\" He laughed again. \"Did you lack faith in Thierry and his digging-stick?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I believe your threat is a valid one,\" Bao said in a low voice. \"I do not fear risking my life. But I was not willing to risk Moirin's.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How touching.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bao shrugged. \"You asked.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shall I show you why Master Lo Feng's esteemed apprentice is correct?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Raphael asked Thierry. Without bothering to wait for a reply, he gestured to his handmaids, who pulled back the feather tapestry behind the throne to reveal an alcove in which the odious Prince Manco had concealed himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He strode forth with a satisfied grin, armor rattling, and bowed to Raphael." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Our men looked bewildered.\n\n\"Oh, of course!\" Raphael said in mock sympathy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've no idea who this is. But Moirin does, don't you? This is Prince Manco, who will rule in my stead one day. She tried in vain to suborn his loyalty.\" He turned to the Quechua prince." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're looking very fierce in your armor, highness! Tell me, would you pledge your loyalty to a man unwilling to use such fine weapons to conquer Tawantinsuyo?\"\n\nThe prince glared. \"Never!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In the unlikely event that their plot had succeeded, what would you have done?\" Raphael asked him.\n\nManco laid one hand on the hilt of his sword, and the other guards followed suit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Put them to death,\" he said promptly. \"All of them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Raphael smiled. \"There you have it,\" he said to Thierry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My threat is indeed a valid one. You have nothing to offer the Quechua. I do. If you think to act against me in any way, they will retaliate. Is that understood?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thierry's eyes blazed with fury, but he restrained himself. \"It is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Excellent.\" Raphael dipped into his basket, shoved a few leaves into his mouth, and chewed in a meditative fashion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll have need of all hands to transport goods on the journey to Qusqu. I need to know you'll remain compliant. Will you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A muscle in his jaw twitched." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For the sake of my people, yes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kneel and swear it,\" Raphael ordered him. \"Swear on the honor of House Courcel that you will not raise a hand against me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thierry hesitated.\n\n\"Do it or I put them all to death, guilty or no!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raphael shouted. \"Every last man of you!\"\n\nDropping to one knee, Thierry bowed his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"On the honor of House Courcel, I do so swear.\"\n\n\"Good.\" Relaxing, Raphael rose from his throne and placed an approving hand on Thierry's bowed head in an eerie echo of the blessing that Cusi had bestowed on Bao in the Temple of the Sun... last night?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gods, it was only last night. \"That wasn't so hard, was it? I fear it's the next part that will be.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thierry glanced up at him.\n\n\"You didn't imagine this attempt could go unpunished, did you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raphael inquired. \"You, my friend, I will spare, because... well, technically, you're the rightful King of Terre d'Ange until that title is accorded to me, and I'd rather not commit regicide unless it's absolutely necessary. But I fear you must be taught a lesson on the repercussions of ruling unwisely. So...\" He nodded to Prince Manco. \"You, I think, have earned the opportunity to see how sharply your sword cuts.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Raphael...\" I murmured helplessly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Be quiet, Moirin!\" Lightning flashed in his eyes. \"Be glad I have need of you, else I'd have you slain for meddling! My tolerance has its limits.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I fell silent.\n\n\"This one is yours,\" Raphael said to Prince Manco, indicating the fellow he'd addressed as Michel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And for the other...\" He tapped his lips, beckoning to Temilotzin. \"I do believe I'd like to use this opportunity to garner proof of your loyalty, Nahuatl.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He indicated the second of Thierry's companions. \"This one, you will kill for me. Do you understand?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "At Temilotzin's blank gaze, he repeated the words slowly in Quechua, slicing his hand across his throat and pointing to the fellow. \"Do you understand?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Temilotzin nodded impassively.\n\nRaphael returned to his throne, raising one careless hand. \"Do it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Jaguar Knight struck without hesitation, his sword rasping clear of its scabbard. Pivoting on one foot, he leveled his blade in a hard, flat swing, beheading Thierry's comrade with the same remorseless efficiency with which he had dispatched the traitor Pochotl, gouts of blood spraying everywhere, the poor fellow's head rolling as his body slumped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As horrible as it was, Prince Manco's inept effort was worse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wielded his sword like a club, hacking frantically at his victim, who fell to his knees, keening, raising his hands in a futile effort to defend himself, his palms and forearms slashed and bleeding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I clenched my own wounded hand into a fist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Temilotzin, please!\" I begged in Nahuatl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Make an end to it, won't you?\"\n\nWithout acknowledging me, the Nahuatl warrior strode forward and shouldered Manco out of the way, thrusting the point of his blade into the fellow's chest and shoving it home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sighing, he died." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The coppery-sweet scent of blood hung in the air, thick and cloying. The black tide of ants advanced and retreated, mandibles clicking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" Raphael mused aloud. \"I think you've earned the right, my little darlings, and these men have forfeited theirs. Go ahead.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In a trice, the tide surged forward and poured over the fallen bodies of the slain, covering them in a living carpet as the ants began to feast.\n\nStill on one knee, Prince Thierry retched." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am sorry that this was necessary,\" Raphael said apologetically." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I fear it was. You understand, don't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one answered him.\n\nI made myself meet his gaze." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Narrative Extension Protocol:\nQuantity: eight sentences\nContext: Match character familiarity\nGenre: fantasy, romance" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A day; one day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ah, gods! It passed all too swiftly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Include the following text] → \"There is a thing I must do that requires time I do not have to explain. But I have done everything Iniquill asked of me, and I will be in the temple on the morrow. Is all in readiness?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time I had finished making my offerings to the ancestors, the sun was already low on the horizon.\n\nI hastened back to the women's Temple of the Sun, seeking out Ocllo. \"I fear I cannot pass the night here, my lady,\" I apologized breathlessly to her. \"There is a thing I must do that requires time I do not have to explain. But I have done everything Iniquill asked of me, and I will be in the temple on the morrow. Is all in readiness?\"\n\nOcllo frowned at me. \"The chicha is brewed, the maidens are prepared. Your old scoundrel of a trader has come to pester the maidens and gather the attire for your men. Beyond that, I cannot say. Lord Pachacuti has sent for you several times.\"\n\nI took a deep breath. \"It is to him I go. But before I do, I would see Cusi one last time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hesitated. \"The holy sacrifice rests in seclusion, preparing for a long night of prayer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Helpless, I spread my hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Might you ask if she will see me? It would ease my heart.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ocllo relented. \"I will ask.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As it transpired, Cusi received me gladly, glancing up with a dimpled smile as I entered her chamber. \"I am happy you came, my sister,\" she said in a cheerful tone. \"I was hoping to say farewell.\"\n\nThe knot in my chest tightened, and tears stung my eyes. \"Cusi—\"\n\nShe patted at my face. \"Do not weep, lady! There is no need to weep. I am not afraid anymore. Tell me, did you offer prayers to the ancestors?\"\n\nI took another deep breath. \"I did.\"\n\nCusi's smile deepened. \"Did you find them splendid?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aye,\" I said honestly. \"I did.\"\n\n\"Then all is well.\" Rising on her toes, she kissed my cheek. \"All is as it must be, my sister. Go, and do not trouble yourself with further thoughts of me. You have your own duties.\"\n\nWordless, I nodded and held out my hand.\n\nCusi clasped it firmly, the memory of shared blood pulsing between our joined palms. \"Go,\" she repeated softly.\n\nI went." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To steal into the palace, it was necessary to summon the twilight again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This, I did. Unseen, I found my way past the ants and sentries to Raphael's quarters, where I released the twilight and set my wards." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Four stones, smoothed by the river. I pricked my hand with the dragon-hilted dagger that had been a gift from my Ch'in princess Snow Tiger what seemed so long ago, reopening the wound Cusi had given me.\n\nI smeared my blood on the rocks, planting them in the four quadrants of the compass along the verges of Raphael de Mereliot's bedchamber.\n\nThere, I waited.\n\nWhen he came, he was querulous, complaining to his companions. \"No, no, it is not the most important thing,\" Raphael said irritably. \"But I am telling you I need her.\" He checked at the sight of me. \"Moirin.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Raphael.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He frowned. \"Why did you not come when I sent for you?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'twilight' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I clasped my hands together. \"I am here now.\"\n\n\"How did you get in—\" He sighed. \"No, never mind. I know full well how you got in here.\" Turning, he dismissed his companions. \"You may go. I need to speak with her alone.\" Once they had left, he closed the door firmly behind them and turned back to me. \"Now, about tomorrow—\"\n\nI summoned the twilight, and the anchor-stones flared to life, holding the cloak of the twilight in place within their compass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raphael startled, then glared at me. \"What do you mean by this, Moirin? I've seen your magic at work, and I do not fear it.\"\n\n\"I know,\" I said. \"It was one of the things that first drew me to you, my lord. When everyone else in Terre d'Ange found the magic of the Maghuin Dhonn strange and fearful, it delighted you. Would that I had known why, and where it would lead us.\"\n\nHe sighed again. \"Moirin, now is not the time—\"\n\nI raised my voice. \"Jehanne!\"\n\n\"I told you not to say—\" Breaking off, Raphael stared at me.\n\nMoonlight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was what it felt like as Jehanne's spirit filled me—like being filled with moonlight, cool and silver and shimmering. I drew a breath to speak, and found I could not. My tongue was no longer my own.\n\nForgive me, my beautiful girl. Jehanne's light voice flowed through my thoughts. I could not explain it before.\n\nI blinked, seeing double for a moment, as though I looked through two sets of eyes. I blinked again and my vision settled." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'gazed' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Standing opposite me, Raphael de Mereliot looked stricken.\n\nJehanne unclasped my hands and raised them, and they were no longer my hands. They were the pampered hands of one who had been raised as a courtesan, lily-fair skin, translucent, polished nails.\n\nShe gazed at Raphael, and I gazed through her eyes.\n\n\"No!\" He recoiled from her, his face twisting in fury. \"I know this trick! Do you think my knowledge of arcane history lacking, Moirin? You've taken something of hers, you've taken on her semblance!\"\n\n\"It's not a trick, Raphael.\" Jehanne's voice emerged from my lips, filled with sorrow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Moirin's magic creates a doorway. You know that, too. Here before the end, I was allowed to pass through it.\"\n\n\"You're dead!\" he shouted in anguish. \"Name of Elua, Jehanne! I watched you die!\"\n\n\"I know,\" she said softly. \"And since that time, I have not been able to move onward because I needed to be here. Here, with you, today. I am your last chance, Raphael. I come to beg you not to do this thing.\"\n\nRaphael was shaking. \"I cannot believe it. I will not believe it!\"\n\n\"But you do.\" Jehanne approached him. Lifting one hand, she touched his cheek, cupped the back of his neck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know me, Raphael de Mereliot. You know my touch.\" Stretching upward, she kissed his lips. \"You know me.\"\n\nWith a groan, Raphael sank to his knees, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his face against her. \"Why, Jehanne?\" he asked in a muffled voice. \"Ah, gods! Why here, why now? Why did you leave me? Why?\"\n\n\"Hush.\" She stroked his hair. \"You know why I am here. I told you. And I never stopped loving you.\"\n\n\"You died!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\" Jehanne's hand, my hand, went still for a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Believe me, it is not the fate I would have chosen. We cannot always choose our fates. But you can. Here, today.\"\n\n\"No.\" Raphael shook his head. Wrenching himself away from her, he staggered to his feet, wild-eyed. \"Moirin, stop it! This is some trick of yours. I swear to Elua, I'll feed your precious husband to the ants if you do not cease!\"\n\n\"Moirin can banish me if she wills it,\" Jehanne said steadily. \"All she has to do is release her magic, and I will be gone from your presence forever. Is that what you will?\"\n\nHe was silent.\n\nJehanne went to him again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Raphael, our deeds have repercussions. If not in this life, in the next.\" She gestured at herself. \"Or in a limbo betwixt the two. I beg you to heed me, and turn aside from this course.\"\n\nRaphael searched her face. \"Will you stay if I do?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"I cannot.\"\n\nHis expression hardened. \"Then you have nothing to offer me. I will take my chances with the gods. What can they take from me that has not already been taken?\"\n\n\"You would not ask that question if you had children,\" Jehanne murmured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is my life's greatest regret that I was taken from mine.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Daniel's daughter!\" Raphael shouted at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Must you throw it in my face?\"\n\n\"My daughter.\" Her voice was unwavering. \"Of whom you spoke great folly. How could you even think it for an instant, Raphael?\"\n\nHe gave a broken laugh. \"Why not, Jehanne? Mayhap it was meant to be. She could give me the one thing you could not. Her whole heart.\"\n\n\"Because you molded her thusly?\" She raised her brows, my brows. \"It is a profoundly wrong notion that violates the very essence of Blessed Elua's precept. Did I not pity you so, I should despise you for it. But I tell you, Raphael de Mereliot, you would never love her if you did. We may have fought and quarreled, you and I, but it was always born of the passion that lay between us. You cannot separate one from the other. It was part and parcel of what bound us together.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why wasn't it enough?\" Raphael demanded, tears of frustration and pain in his eyes. \"Why did you choose Daniel over me? Don't tell me the same passion lay between you! Was it mere ambition?\"\n\nIt was Jehanne's turn to laugh, and her laughter was as hollow as his. \"Oh, Raphael! Would you stand here on the cusp of seeking godhood and chastise me for ambition? It's true, in the history of Terre d'Ange, no Servant of Naamah had ever risen to the throne. I wanted to be the first. But I loved Daniel, too.\" She paused. \"He was a good and kind man who loved deeply. But there was such sorrow in him, such grief. And I was able to take it away, at least for a time. When I did...\" She drew a deep breath into her lungs. My lungs. \"When I did, I truly understood Naamah's blessing.\"\n\n\"How can you possibly think telling me such a thing will sway me?\" Raphael whispered hoarsely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If I could have looked away from the pain in his face, I would have; but I was a passenger in my own body, and Jehanne did not look away. \"I don't. I am telling you the truth. It is all I have to offer you.\"\n\nHe turned his back on her. \"It is not enough.\"\n\nShe smiled with regret. \"Then I will ask you a lesser boon. Raphael, you must release Moirin from her oath.\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Moirin will lose her magic the moment she honors it,\" Jehanne said simply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And you will fail.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raphael turned back to her with a scowl. \"What new lie is this?\"\n\n\"No lie.\" She shook her head. \"I am not able to lie anymore. The oath Moirin swore to you is in conflict with another. She is Desirée's oath-sworn protector. While you mean to take my daughter to wife and mold her spirit, Moirin cannot honor both oaths. Her diadh-anam will be extinguished.\"\n\nHe raised his own brows. \"And why, pray tell, would Moirin not tell me such a thing if it were true?\"\n\nWith unrelenting honesty, Jehanne exposed my plan of last resort. \"Because she is willing to make that sacrifice to prevent you from succeeding.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ah, gods! I would not have consented to this if I had known it was what she meant to do. I thought of banishing the twilight, but the damage was done.\n\nPeace, Moirin. Jehanne's voice poured through my thoughts once more. It is not finished.\n\nRaphael frowned in thought. \"You came here to sway me from my course, Jehanne. It makes no sense at all for you to warn me of such a pitfall.\"\n\n\"I came here to offer you the truth,\" she said calmly. \"It is what I was meant to do. More than that, I cannot know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a long moment, they gazed at one another, and a faint hope flickered in me that somehow, against all odds, Jehanne's words had reached him. It died when Raphael shook his head. \"No,\" he said. \"I do not trust Moirin to keep her word without her oath; and I do not entirely trust that this is not some trick of hers.\"\n\n\"In your heart, you know better,\" Jehanne murmured.\n\nA muscle in his jaw twitched. \"There is another way. Desirée, your daughter... what is the nature of the oath Moirin swore?\"\n\n\"The Montrèvan Oath,\" she said. \"Moirin mac Fainche is sworn to regard Desirée's interests as her own, to seek to defend her from every danger, and hold her happiness as a matter of sacred trust.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Elua have mercy! How did that come about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Raphael muttered. \"I can't imagine the realm would approve.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Daniel willed it so,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He saw that Moirin was able to love the spark of my spirit that lived on in our daughter, as he himself was unable to do. Daniel trusted her to care for Desirée's happiness. And in that, I do believe he chose wisely. Moirin has gone to great lengths in her effort to protect my daughter.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Raphael bowed his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Locks of tawny hair touched with silver in the twilight spilled over his brow, obscuring his gaze." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's why she came here, isn't it? Searching for Thierry?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\"\n\nWhen he lifted his head, his eyes were wide and clear. \"I will not do as you ask. I will not turn away from my course here, Jehanne. And I will not release Moirin from her oath. But...\" His chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath. \"I loved you, Jehanne. More than you knew. For the sake of all that has passed between us, I will do my best to love your daughter.\" His mouth twisted. \"Not as I threatened. Not as a bridegroom, but as one who might have been her father had matters been otherwise.\"\n\nJehanne was silent.\n\n\"I will have the power to protect her,\" Raphael said softly. \"Gifts such as Moirin never dared dream of possessing, political power such as Thierry could never have hoped to wield. I will hold your daughter Desirée's happiness as a matter of sacred trust. Everything I can do on her behalf, I will. I give you my oath. Does that not suffice to resolve the conflict?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'between' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It did.\n\nRaphael de Mereliot might turn the rest of the world upside down, raze empires in Terra Nova, but so long as he was pledged to protect Desirée's happiness, my oath to do the same was no longer in conflict with my oath to aid him.\n\n\"Yes,\" Jehanne whispered. \"Ah, gods! Raphael...\"\n\nHe closed the distance between them in a few swift steps, cupping her face and kissing her, kissing me, with fierce, starved ardor. Jehanne clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she returned his kiss with the same tempestuous passion; and I was caught between them, even as I had been when my lady was alive.\n\nIt was Jehanne who pulled away, genuine anguish in her voice. \"Raphael, I cannot stay!\"\n\nHis hands fell to his sides, turning to fists." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You break my heart,\" he said in a low tone. \"Over and over.\"\n\n\"We break each other's hearts,\" Jehanne said quietly. \"But we mend them, too. And someday, we may all understand Naamah's blessing. Now I must go.\"\n\n\"Don't—\"\n\nNow, Moirin. Jehanne's thoughts spilled through mine, still tinged with anguish. Please!\n\nI released the twilight.\n\nJust like that, Jehanne's presence was gone, extinguished like a candle. I dropped to one knee at the suddenness of it, drawing a ragged breath, my head hanging low." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 9 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My lungs were my own again. My hands, splayed on the floor of Raphael's bedchamber, were mine—shapely enough, but scratched and callused with the ordeals of travel, my skin golden-brown once more.\n\n\"Moirin.\"\n\nI looked up at Raphael.\n\nHis face was stony, and I knew without another word spoken that he hated me more than ever for having borne witness to this encounter.\n\n\"I will keep my oath,\" he said. \"As I expect you to keep yours. Will you be in the Temple of the Ancestors at dawn on the morrow?\"\n\nI nodded.\n\n\"Good. Now get out of my sight.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Chapter Segment Request:\n- Sentences: seven sentences\n- Style: Kacey Ezell\n- Genre: steampunk, romance, vampires\n- Note: Part of ongoing narrative" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: still, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Father, are you all right? I just saw de Graaf stride out of the foyer. I meant to tell you—\" Lucia stepped into the office, concern on her face.\n\n\"Quite all right. Just business matters. It's nothing to be concerned about. How's Amelia?\" Duke Delsarte leaned back in his chair and gestured for Lucia to come in and have a seat.\n\n\"Fine. We got the shipment of medicines to the Order and helped out for a while. Nowhere near the sick. Moving furniture—they needed more bed space—and helping in the kitchen. Amelia's so tired, I worry she'll come down with the fever herself. I took her out to have a proper meal and a break. This sickness shows no sign of abating.\" Lucia sat as still as could be in the chair and fought the urge to fidget nervously. Twenty-six years old, yet in front of her father, Lucia still felt like a child sometimes. He wasn't an unkind father; he was generous to a fault and more forgiving than some of her colleagues' parents by far." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know the captain well. I trust you, and I expect you to respect that. I didn't raise a foolish girl,\" Delsarte replied, correctly guessing the source of his daughter's disquiet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just be careful. Others are watching. Reputations are embellished when people talk. I don't wish to see you wind up like Remy's son. The dockyard workers say he wanders the docks, hooked on the Immortal bite, and on opium, whichever he can find.\"\n\nLucia nodded. \"We're just friends, Father. De Graaf helped bring the medicines to the Order, even donning a robe to help the Brothers the other night. Heavy lifting. He kept his head down and worked as hard as the rest,\" Lucia replied, watching her father pour a small measure of rum for each of them.\n\n\"I try not to forget you're an adult with a life of your own. Too often, to me, you're still the small lass who had me fix the ribbons in her hair and search the wardrobe for ghosts. Thank you for reminding me I raised a clever woman. I'm surprised the Eventides let de Graaf on the grounds.\"\n\n\"Amelia and I convinced Mother Claude he could move all the furniture around in half the time the Brothers could.\" Lucia sipped at the rum, the warmth quite pleasant as the liquid burned on the way down. \"You should rest. I heard you coughing.\"\n\n\"You get some rest, too, my dear. You've been up late, between the Eventides and tea-time with de Graaf. Perhaps keep your distance from the plague wards. Just for my peace of mind.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Duke Delsarte came around the desk to hug his daughter and send her on her way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just as Lucia reached the threshold to his office, Duke Delsarte called out.\n\n\"Ah, before you go, daughter. De Graaf wanted to tell you, but I thought you should hear it from me. We're going to sell the necklace and split the cost. You mentioned it was just too much, and well, the damages to de Graaf's ship were far more substantial than we realized. Some of the funds go to you; spend it how you wish.\"\n\nLucia paused. \"Ah. Yes, that's fair. It was a magnet for thieves. I'll buy something a little more me with it. Mother and I can go out for the day; she'll love spending the day in the goldsmiths' shops.\" The necklace was no bother to her. A surprise, but where else would she wear the lavish piece?\n\n\"I was hoping you'd understand. Thank you. I regret the foolishness. It caused more trouble than it was worth.\"\n\n\"I can meet up and hand over the necklace to de Graaf,\" Lucia offered, with a sly grin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I mean, you need to rest and tend to that cough. I wouldn't want you out on the cold streets.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Duke Delsarte chuckled, a deep, throaty laugh. \"He was going to tell you anyway. Go have an evening with him. He has the necklace already, worry no more about it.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Chapter Segment Request:\n- Sentences: seven sentences\n- Style: Kacey Ezell\n- Genre: steampunk, romance, vampires\n- Note: Part of ongoing narrative" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An evening later, de Graaf looked up from his desk in his suite on the Leeuwin as Marit rapped on the doorframe.\n\n\"Sir? Duke Delsarte's here asking for permission to board. Florian is off—well, I don't know exactly where, getting provisions from the brewery I think.\"\n\n\"Ah, bring him in. Wait, I'll go see to him myself,\" Johannes replied.\n\nAt the gangway, Etienne Delsarte stood looking up at the ship and the state of repairs.\n\n\"I'm glad we were able to come to an agreement. The workers have done a fine job.\" De Graaf gestured for Etienne to board. He strode up the gangway to the ship, gripping the rail as the Leeuwin swayed in the breeze." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I appreciate that. You've done the NightShip service proud. No crew or cargo lost in how long?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Etienne ran his fingers over the polished wood as de Graaf led him to the navigation deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Delsarte grinned, the view was a favorite." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Almost a century,\" de Graaf answered. \"Not a single lost soul under my watch. Wait here a moment, please.\"\n\nDelsarte walked around the empty room, past the ship's massive steering wheel, to the windows looking out toward the open sea. \"I can see why Lucia's so drawn to this place. Perhaps…\" he spoke to the empty room.\n\n\"Perhaps what?\" de Graaf spoke behind Etienne.\n\n\"Nothing. Just talking to myself. Are Edith and I making a mistake, letting Lucia associate with you, hoping she'll stay in Marinport? I see what's become of Sylvain, Lissette, Matthias, and what happened to Amelia, and I don't want that to repeat. If she stays, she could be lured in by other Immortals. If I let her go with you, I risk her reputation.\" Delsarte gripped the ship's wheel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You sent her off for extensive education, and she knows what lurks over the next curve of the horizon. It seems out of character for you to contemplate keeping her here. If it's by her choice, I'd love to have her aboard. We on the Leeuwin could use her historian's mind, and I've found I enjoy her company immensely. But it'll be her choice, not ours, and I await my fate,\" de Graaf replied." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Here, a travelogue from a former crewmember. She may want to read this before trading silk gowns for shipboard cottons.\"\n\nDelsarte took the small leather-bound journal de Graaf offered.\n\n\"I'll pass it along. The night grows long, my day is at an end, and yours is just starting, so I'll take my leave. I only came to check my warehouses, and I saw you on board. I need to tend to my own business and get home, before Edith serves me a cold dinner.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Story collab\nContext: May include established elements\nMe: Opening\nYou: 12 sentences more, Kacey Ezell-style" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Outside, the streets smelled of fresh salt sea air, the lingering warmth of day, and something Lucia couldn't place. The clear night sky had turned hazy.\n\n\"A fog rolling in?\" Lucia asked. \"I didn't think it was the weather for fog.\"\n\nJohannes looked around.\n\n\"That's not fog. That's smoke,\" he said slowly, a frown growing on his face. \"From the warehouses. I fear our pleasant evening isn't going to end so well. I better see to the Leeuwin immediately.\"\n\nA few streets over, flames snapped at the night sky, and people rushed to help with buckets and tubs, lining up in bucket brigades as the fire consumed warehouse after warehouse. Lucia rushed to join them, but de Graaf held her back.\n\n\"I have to move my ship, the fire's close to the repair docks. I'll come find you. I can't be that close to the fires.\" De Graaf scanned the waterfront. Large embers drifted through the night sky, carried on the wind down to the water with the billowing smoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The stench of burning materials saturated the air. Lucia hesitated, not wanting to leave de Graaf. She remembered what she'd been told about Immortals, that they couldn't handle flame.\n\nIt was one thing to shy away from a small candle or a fire in a fireplace. The blinding red and gold inferno of the warehouses going up would give any sensible person pause. Even more so when that person was Immortal. De Graaf no doubt felt the urge to get as far from the conflagration as possible.\n\nLucia couldn't delay him, so she stepped away to give him his leave as he eyed the flames with pronounced unease.\n\n\"Stay safe,\" she called over the sounds of shouting and clanging bells summoning the city's residents for help.\n\n\"But of course. You, too. Come back to the Leeuwin if you need rest.\" De Graaf leaned over and kissed her cheek in a spontaneous gesture. Then he hurried off toward the docks, leaving Lucia at the curb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had little time to savor the kiss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone thrust a tin bucket into her hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Miss, we need all spare hands. Come along. Even Sources, everyone.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'would' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not—\" Lucia said, but the man who addressed her wasn't listening, only pointing to a spot in the line she should join. Lucia did as she was told and hefted buckets as they were handed to her. A never-ending stream of buckets passed down the line. Sea water slopped over the edges, saturating her dress and wrinkling her fingers. Before long, the cold, wet fabric clung to her skin, and smoke and ash settled into her hair. Another bucket. She handed off one only to turn and grab the next.\n\nHer thoughts drifted as fatigue set in. Had someone set it? Who would do such a thing? Would it raze the city? Had de Graaf made it to safety?\n\nAs the hours wore on, she continued to hand off every full bucket." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her arms and back screamed for relief as soot and embers fell around the water brigades." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It seemed hopeless. Warehouse after warehouse caught, each one accompanied by the sinking knowledge that yet another fortune, yet another life would be ruined tonight, her father's very likely among them. Anguish twisted within her, but the tears didn't flow, she was so parched. A younger trio of citizens came by offering fresh cold water, a small cupful for each person down the line. It wasn't close to enough as Lucia gulped it down, cold and clear, but she resisted begging for more." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "CONTINUE STORY SEGMENT. PARAMETERS: 5 sentences sentences, Kacey Ezell style, steampunk, romance, vampires genre. NOTE: PART OF LARGER NARRATIVE." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At full sundown, Johannes and Lucia left the Leeuwin and ventured into the safety of the night. The docks were bustling with workers, repair crews, crates of cargo, and the huddle of Sources, waiting for their client's attentions. One looked up as Johannes and Lucia walked down the gangway to the dock.\n\n\"It was a joy to spend time with you, Lucia. I hope we see each other again soon.\" Johannes leaned over and, quite spur of the moment, kissed Lucia." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Chapter Segment Request:\n- Sentences: seven sentences\n- Style: Kacey Ezell\n- Genre: steampunk, romance, vampires\n- Note: Part of ongoing narrative" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matthias woke on the Leeuwin in the captain's cabin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ship rocked slightly in the breeze, moored steady." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Next to him his lover and client, Johannes de Graaf, slept soundly on the silk sheets, naked and sprawled in deep dreams fed by Matthias' blood. The sun had yet to drop in the sky. De Graaf would sleep for hours yet. Matthias recalled begging for the bite, just for a bit of Bliss. De Graaf had reluctantly obliged, offering the bite along with a vampire blood–laced glass of wine. Matthias had drunk the altered wine eagerly. The taste of the sweet wine still lingered in his mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somewhere in the sleep of fever and delusion, the medic and the nun, he supposed, had dressed him in a gray cotton nightshirt. Matthias shucked it off and found his clothes neatly folded and set on the trunk at the foot of the bed. Once dressed, he drew the curtains around de Graaf's bed and pulled the blinds open over one of the windows, allowing late day sunlight to flood into the room. The bright light set off Matthias' aching head in a new round of misery. The sun, painful after so long living by night, seared his eyes. He blinked, adjusting to the brilliance, and set to a more important task.\n\nMethodically Matthias searched the cabin, sliding open the desk drawers of de Graaf's cluttered desk, looking under papers and in boxes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A stash of gems, coins, and bills, maps, lists of inventory, letters from his shipping clients, and an invoice for ship repairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The last one gave Matthias pause as he scanned the page and saw the sum.\n\nMerciful saints, that's going to take a bite out of profit for some time.\n\nNext to the bill was the shipping invoice for the necklace to return to an unnamed buyer, and a price, a not insignificant price. Once again Duke Delsarte flaunted his wealth on his only daughter. The Elidons could have had it so easy if Delsarte would just step aside, if Remy had the same fortunes, but the Elidon name was seemingly cursed.\n\nMotivated by his father's promises, Matthias moved on to the wall cabinets, one by one, working his way through. A set of keys sat on the desk and opened the locked doors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing. Onward to the wardrobe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Success! A small flat wooden box lay tucked in a drawer under shoes and socks. Matthias slipped the wooden box out: glossy, black wood, and a small gold latch. A tiny key on the key ring solved that. Matthias paused. He was about to betray de Graaf, who'd shown him only kindness and trust.\n\nYet bringing his mother's cherished gem back home would make things right. Matthias lifted the lid and held his breath.\n\nThere, on the black silk, the enamel, gold, and emerald necklace lay as if it, too, slept peacefully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Such an ornate thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucia had looked so lovely in it, but that central stone didn't belong in the hands of the Delsarte family. Matthias lifted the necklace from its seat and wrapped a shaking hand around the pear-shaped emerald. With a quick snap he broke the gem with its gold setting from the rest of the necklace. He pocketed the emerald and lay the necklace back in its place, locked the box, and tucked it away.\n\nEverything would be made right once more." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's work on this story segment. I'll provide a part, and you'll continue with 1 sentence in the style of Kacey Ezell. This is steampunk, romance, vampires genre and characters might appear without introduction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Marinport Council gathered, shouting and yelling, in the City Council Chambers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tempers ran high, and voices louder yet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Duke Delsarte took his seat amidst the chaos, grateful as ever that Remy Elidon was on the other side of the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Word had spread of his actions, taking it upon himself to post the lockdown notices." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Delsarte found it hard to look his colleague in the eye." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What's Elidon's end goal?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Silence! Councilors take your seats!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "the moderator shouted from her podium at the front." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She brought her gavel down louder each time in a series of strikes that echoed through the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The gathered councilmen quieted and took their seats, murmuring softly as they did so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Delsarte watched Remy Elidon carefully as he shuffled papers, glanced around nervously, and spoke with his assistant in whispers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone around Remy was waiting, silent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Elidon! Explain this!\" One of the other councilors waved one of the flyers in a clenched fist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I did what was needed! I lost my son in the fires, to the trade! The plague that ravages the city and the fire! Our best and brightest are being lured into selling themselves at the docks with promises of gold and silk and lust! I did what needed to be done. You must agree, this is for the future of Marinport! We cannot allow this…this wretchedness to continue!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Remy punctuated his speech with fierce gesticulations and hammered his hand down on his desk, rattling the jug of water perched precariously close to the edge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Elidon, you'll ruin the city's trade. We rely on those ships! The medicines. The perishables. Be reasonable!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "another councilor shouted in protest to Remy's forceful claims." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The moderator struggled as decorum and order gave way to chaos and temper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You wish for more plagues? Send your beloved daughters and sons off to the docks to sate the NightShips with their foul Immortal appetites! The oceanic ships are quite capable of handling the cargo. We've grown too accustomed to the NightShip service. We have no need of the Immortals. Now's the time to rid the city once and for all!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Remy fired back, his face growing redder by the minute." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Delsarte rose and stared Remy in the eye, maintaining his calm against Remy's incessant rage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man had developed something of a fiery temper since the loss of his wife, which had been compounded by the fractured relationship with his son." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Delsarte watched, bemused, as his own composure appeared to fuel Remy's rage further." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Delsarte had much to lose if the docks closed, but he wasn't about to let Remy Elidon have that satisfaction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You wish to tell the Eventides that the medicines may not arrive to save the poor souls in the clinic now full to overflowing? Perhaps we should send flowers of condolence to the soon to be dead? Roses for the ladies, daisies for the children, a sprig of thorns for the Consorts, and a sprig of greenery for your son?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Remy snorted as he sat down, huffing with rage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Allow the medicines in until the ocean liners bring in more, but no Sources, no Consorts, and no Immortals may leave the dockyards unless they're sailing on outbound ships or commit to joining the Eventides and leaving the trade.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A murmur of assent swept across the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The vote was unanimous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the rest of the council stared, Delsarte raised his hand in agreement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia was safe, and this would buy time to sort out Elidon's true intentions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Delsarte rejoiced in Elidon's look of dismay as Delsarte gave his agreement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That wasn't the reaction Elidon had clearly wanted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Duke Delsarte took his seat with a satisfied grin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Remy hadn't won this round as solidly as he'd aspired to." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Delsarte looked down at his papers, and the note passed to him moments before he walked into the Council Chambers. Matthias Elidon is alive. Tell no one." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Team writing exercise. I start (might include existing characters), you do six sentences in Kacey Ezell style." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Remy watched as people trudged to the dockyards with suitcases and satchels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every last Immortal, Source, and Consort would leave these shores." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The city would be purified." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No more plagues, no more depravity, just a return to good, solid trade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rebuilding had started on the new warehouses, including Delsarte's.\n\nRemy snarled at the thought. Would nothing slow the man down? Remy assured himself that his rival's business had gone up in flames in the dockyards fire. That had to hit Delsarte hard. He'd told Matthias to ensure Delsarte's main storage facility was where the fire started, so it would burn hottest there." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'matthias' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Matthias had, predictably, failed to do even that simple task correctly. Delsarte's main warehouse remained, only partially in ruins. Useless boy. The Eventides were welcome to him for as long as he lived. Doubtless the Immortal plague would take him any day now. He'd fired the staff that conspired against him to smuggle Matthias out of the cellar.\n\nRemy turned his attention back to the small group of desolate people as they boarded ships and shuffled into the warehouse-turned-bunkhouse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He frowned. There had to be more, even accounting for the ones lost to the plague or still in the Eventides' clinic. The number of NightShips and Sources, the ocean-liners and the Consorts of flesh, no, there had to be some in hiding. Time to find them. Roust the foul Immortals from their rest into the cleansing light of day.\n\n\"See that no one leaves these docks, not a single Immortal, not a single Consort or Source back to the city. Board them on ships and make sure they depart with haste,\" Remy ordered the guardsmen at the barricades as a more extreme plan ignited in his mind. He would make every last Immortal pay for his wife, for his son, for his fallen fortunes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gentlemen, we have work to do,\" Remy addressed the small troop of men standing at the ready. \"You have your orders. Scour every inn, every tavern and rooming house. Every Immortal, and anyone who sells their blood or body to the Immortals. Incapacitate them if they resist. A stake to the heart will do neatly in either case.\"\n\n\"And if the mortals ask for Eventide salvation?\" the lead guardsman asked with his mallet and dagger at hand.\n\n\"We'll leave them alive for now. They can beg for redemption first,\" Remy replied. \"The Immortals can be slaughtered. They're dead already.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sun was falling in the mid-afternoon sky and cast the city in a gloriously radiant golden light. Remy took it as a sign that the city could be purified by light and fire.\n\nHe took a seat at one of the booths in their ground floor pub, along the back wall, and waited. A few dock workers sat at a table, muttering over their dinner and drink about the blockade, and their jobs.\n\nHe couldn't wait to see the first wretched Immortal and trollop dragged from their bed.\n\nRemy Elidon sat with a tankard of beer before him, scarcely able to contain his excitement at the event soon to begin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A pair of henchmen marched up the stairs to the rooms above, their footsteps heavy. Good working men would be heading home from the dockyards, and the filthy vampires were only just rising to feed and do unspeakable things. Elidon shuddered. It just wasn't right to allow an undead man to bite, to feed on delicate flesh. The vampires could slake their thirst in other cities, not Marinport.\n\nScreams and yells erupted from the upper floor, and the sounds of a heavy struggle in progress. Remy smiled to himself, savoring the sounds of the protests and screams." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'dragged' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was so much music to his ears, as he watched the guardsmen escort a vampire and his Source, caught in a state of undress. The woman shivered in her shift and bare feet, sporting bites at her throat and chest, while her Immortal paramour, clad only in trousers, licked blood from his lips.\n\nBoth put up considerable resistance as the guards dragged them down the stairs and out to a waiting wagon. The woman kicked and screamed as the guardsman hauled her into the street. The vampire himself dragged and resisted but was little match for the team of guards who stepped in to haul him out. Eventide Brothers and Sisters clustered around, frantically trying to dissuade the guardsmen from their brutal treatment of the lovers, but to no avail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A shriek, a howl that set the hair on end drew Remy to the window. There in the amber sky of late sundown, the Immortal writhed and thrashed on the ground, scrambling for shelter from the searing rays of the sun. Smoke curled from his skin and clothes as his lover looked on, shrieking and distraught. In moments, the Immortal man was bones and ash on the cobblestone road. His lover sobbed, heartbroken, as the Eventides threw a blue cloak around her and ushered her into a waiting carriage, offering consolation and sanctuary.\n\nRemy smiled, satisfied. He'd never known the name of the Immortal who'd seduced his wife and destroyed his marriage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He did know, however, who had ruined his son." }, { "from": "human", "value": "De Graaf was sailing, and if he set foot in Marinport again, Remy would be ready." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "De Graaf would pay. They all would.\n\nAnother pair of guards trooped up, and the scene repeated itself several times. The tavern was deserted by the time the third pair was extricated, save for Remy, watching in the corner. All across the city, the scene was repeating, as known refuges of the Immortal crews were no longer safe. The smarter ones had left the city. The rest would be smart to flee now as the ranks closed in on them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then, after the final sweep, the city would be cleansed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Emmeline's death wouldn't be in vain. They'd lured her to her death, and Remy Elidon would send the Immortals to theirs. Several beers later, Remy followed along, staggering behind the guardsmen's carriages, weaving past the distraught Consorts and the Eventides who had swept into the city as word of the massacre unfolded.\n\nDrunkenly, Remy called out for Emmeline and begged her to come home." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's work on this story segment. I'll provide a part, and you'll continue with 1 sentence in the style of Kacey Ezell. This is steampunk, romance, vampires genre and characters might appear without introduction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A knock roused Lucia around noon, or so she guessed, based on the way the afternoon light slanted through the high, narrow windows in the walls of her room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though Lucia felt slightly short on sleep, she didn't mind overly much, having crept into Johannes' room for a few hours." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucia got to her feet, pulled a lush dressing gown over her chemise, and answered the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An unfamiliar young man stood there, wearing the same sort of dark green and black livery as the Buyer's other servants had worn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave Lucia a bow from the waist and held out a folded note." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia thanked him and took the note." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He bowed again and left without saying a single word." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia looked after him for a moment, then sighed and closed the heavy door to her quarters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tea first, she decided as she turned back to her room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marit's door was still closed in the two-bedroom suite." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She thought for a moment about summoning Adrienne, or whomever the Buyer had assigned to assist her that day, but she reasoned in a largely nocturnal household, most would be sleeping." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Besides, she was perfectly capable of brewing her own tea, especially since there was a fully stocked tray located not far from the huge fireplace in the sitting room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All she would have to do, was heat the water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While her tea steeped, Lucia went back into her room and dressed in one of her travelling day dresses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She styled her hair in a simple twist, secured by a few decorative pins her father had given her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once dressed and with tea to warm her, Lucia felt much more clear-headed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She picked up the folded note and opened it up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My Dear," }, { "from": "human", "value": "I want to invite you to join me for a light, informal meal in my library as soon as you feel rested." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I give you my word that you are perfectly safe, despite the concerns of your companion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My ire lies with those who would defraud me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You and your captain are innocent of this, I have no doubt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My talent, as you know, allows me to detect falsehoods and prevarication." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I sense none in either of you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When you're feeling up to joining me, simply step into the hallway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My servants await your convenience and will escort you to me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I look forward to our conversation. — M" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she'd read it twice, Lucia lowered the note into her lap and sipped absently at her tea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unless she was very much mistaken, this invitation was for her alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "De Graaf's warnings rang in her ears, but she found she felt no trepidation at the prospect of dining alone with the Buyer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd given his word that she was safe, and somewhat to her surprise, she believed him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well, then, she would go, she decided." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once again, she considered summoning Adrienne to help her dress, but the note had said an \"informal\" meal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moreover, the Buyer had twice urged her to join him as soon as she was ready." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No time like the present,\" Lucia murmured to herself as she set down her teacup and placed the open note beside the tea service." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If Marit woke and wondered where she'd gone, the note would give her an answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As promised, the young man who'd given her the note appeared as soon as she stepped into the hallway in her day dress of dark gray cotton." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Apparently, he hadn't gone far." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a silent smile, he beckoned for her to follow and led her down much the same route she and de Graaf had travelled the evening before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At first the library appeared empty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her guide had stopped before the imposing doors and simply gestured her through with a bow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She walked in, expecting to see the Buyer awaiting her with his sweet, youthful smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead, she was greeted by the silently waiting stacks and stacks of books." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hello?\" Lucia called out, and her voice echoed in the room as she took another further step inside. \"Elder One?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When neither hail produced an answer, she frowned slightly and walked deeper into the enormous room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her steps sounded as her boots struck the stone floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perhaps he was delayed,\" she said out loud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The words seemed to fall from her lips like petals from a dying flower, and she had that inimitable feeling of being totally alone in a space." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt a shiver run up her spine, but it wasn't one of fear or unease. It was more…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anticipation. Elation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was alone in the largest library she'd ever seen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Buyer hadn't seemed particularly fussy about his books; surely, he wouldn't mind if she looked around at a few of his titles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a slow grin spreading across her face, Lucia turned to the stack nearest her and chose a title at random." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ten minutes later, Lucia sat at one of the polished wood tables, surrounded by a breastwork of books." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gasped aloud in delight as she opened yet another and found a collection of maps that looked to be very old." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The beautiful, hand drawn illustrations were incredibly detailed in an impossibly fine hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucia bent over the page that depicted her city, and lo and behold, she found her father's estate represented by a tiny drawing of the front gatehouse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That made sense, she supposed, because the gatehouse was several hundreds of years old." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But that made her wonder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She flipped the pages until she found the gorgeous depiction of Paris and surrounding environs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a trembling finger, she traced the path of flight they'd taken and stopped, disappointed, over the hills where the Buyer's chateau should be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're wondering why my home isn't on the map,\" the Buyer said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd approached the table while her attention was on the maps, and stood before her carrying a single flower, a pure white tulip touched with the faintest hints of pink and gold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Innocence and purity. In the back of her mind, Lucia irreverently wondered if that was what he'd meant by a \"light meal.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Buyer's smile deepened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, clever one, this is simply a gift to show my admiration,\" he said, handing it over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia accepted the flower with a smile and quickly did her best to shutter her thoughts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Buyer gave no indication whether or not she succeeded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The answer to your musings should be obvious, my dear, if you but think about it for a moment,\" the Buyer said instead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia blinked, then narrowed her eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's too old,\" she said softly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This atlas must have been published prior to the Immortals' existence becoming common knowledge.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His smile grew even more, and he nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" he said. \"Well done.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But then,\" she added, flipping the pages to the flyleaf, where the publisher's imprint was clearly visible, \"it was published by 'Mneme and Son Press, Paris, France.' Mneme is an old form of Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory. Mother of the muses, who were themselves patron goddesses of the Museion at Alexandria. You're Memory's son, aren't you, Elder One?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she asked, lifting her head to meet his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Buyer drew in a breath sharply, then nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The look of delighted amusement left his eyes, only to be replaced by something intense, and a little dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucia repressed a shiver." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You, my lady,\" the Buyer said, softly, \"are simply breathtaking. No one has ever connected that before.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia smiled. \"I enjoyed my Greek studies, Elder One. I enjoyed them immensely. All the threads of history, like the carpet under your feet. I love it all. I could spend lifetimes here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I shouldn't,\" he said, in a voice that was little more than a breath, \"You're involved…But, Lucia, you could stay with me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She felt her smile freeze, and her eyes went wide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Buyer held up a hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't answer. Just…just listen. This house, this library…they're not all. They're part of something bigger.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bigger?\" Lucia whispered, confused. \"I don't understand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I took the name of Memory's son for a reason. Because I remember! I remember history. I remember the Library, the scrolls, the flames. I remember the glories of Eastern courts under the light of the stars. Men forget, but with all the time in the world, I remember. And now, with the Night Ships, we've come into the light. Not of full noon, perhaps, but maybe a…crepuscular dawn, perhaps,\" he said, his mouth turning up in a winsome smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But we're known now. We have a place in the world. No more hiding, changing my name every thirty years. I can collect my memories, give them a home, and keep them safe. If you could…if you would stay with me, we could build it together.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia's head spun. \"Build it…?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she echoed, her voice barely more than a breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Buyer nodded and reached out to take her hand gently in his own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Build a world in which we will create a system, a culture, wherein Immortals and mortals may live in cooperation. Where Sources are honored and protected as the priceless gifts they are. Where NightShips trade freely, bringing goods and services all around the world. I've begun already…but with you by my side, imagine the paradise we could build. And imagine the memories we could save, the stories we could record, the artifacts we could preserve!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His voice built, words tumbling one over the other as he spoke, his eyes lighting up with an almost manic enthusiasm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It made him look both younger and older, like a teenager who had seen far too much of the world already." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It made a tiny shiver of fear trickle down Lucia's spine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gently pulled her hand back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Elder One,\" she said softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I…you honor me, but I cannot stay here. My family will expect me back soon. My city is in turmoil right now, and it's known that I left with Captain de Graaf. If I don't also return with him, I fear what consequences might result for my family.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Buyer looked at her for a long moment, and once again Lucia saw something that might have been dark and violent flicker in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But then he took a deep breath and smiled slowly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I see,\" he said softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And of course, there's the matter of your heart.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My heart?\" she asked, trying not to squeak." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He nodded. \"It belongs to de Graaf, I see that. I'd hoped to tempt you away before you had given it fully, but I see that I'm too late. He's in your skin, in your blood.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Elder One…\" Lucia protested, but he held up a hand and shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though his eyes were sad, his smile remained steady." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" he said. \"Don't fear for me. I should have known when you walked in together. I think I did know, but I didn't want to admit it might be true. You were so breathtakingly fascinating from the moment I felt you arrive. But no matter, my dear. It's my own fault. But know this, if de Graaf ever hurts you or treats you with less than you deserve, if you wish to set down and no longer sail…I'll be here. You'll always be welcome.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With that, he reached out quick as thought and captured her fingers again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He lifted them and brushed a kiss across her knuckles, then released her hand, turned, and disappeared into the darkness of the library." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucia let out an explosive breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. Then, repressing another shiver, she got to her feet and headed back to her room." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner for this section. I'll provide a segment, and you continue with 9 sentences, channeling Kacey Ezell in the steampunk, romance, vampires genre. Characters may have backstories from previous chapters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two nights later, the full Council reconvened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once again, the city's magistrate took her place at the head of the room and rapped her gavel for order. The dull roar of the audience subsided, albeit slowly. Lucia took a quick look around the room. Marinport's council chamber was absolutely packed to capacity. Spectators stood in the aisles of the viewing gallery when the seats filled up. Lucia glanced up at the faces pressed against every window. The outcome of this meeting would be known across town shortly after it had happened, but the echoes would be felt for generations to come.\n\n\"Now then, ladies and gentlemen of the Council,\" the magistrate said. Her voice rang sonorously over the crowd, stilling any remaining whispers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two days ago, some very serious charges were brought before this Council in a rather dramatic fashion. I've gone over my notes and the statements from witnesses. May I speak with Sister Amelia of the Eventide Order?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amelia stood, clasping her hands in front of her blue and yellow robes. \"Yes, Magistrate?\"\n\n\"You've been nominated to represent the Eventide Order in these proceedings, is that correct?\"\n\n\"Yes, Magistrate. I'm here with the authority to speak for the Order and in the name of our Mother Superior. She is unable to leave the Order to speak at this trial.\"\n\n\"That is outrageous! Sister Amelia is a Delsarte, a child, a former Source!\" Remy Elidon cried out as he surged to his feet. The past two days hadn't treated Elidon well. Dark bruises stood out like half-moons under his eyes, and the rest of his skin looked gray and pale. Someone, presumably his legal counsel, tugged ineffectually at his hand. A servant had made sure his doublet was clean and pressed, but his hair was lank and looked as if it hadn't been washed in days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Madness lurked around the edges of his eyes, and Lucia had to suppress a shudder as his gaze came to rest upon her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Duke Elidon, is something the matter?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That woman is the Delsartes' creature!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Remy shouted, completely ignoring both his counsel and the magistrate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She cannot be trusted to speak for an entity as powerful and good as the Eventide Order! Or has the Order, too, been seduced by the Immortals' filth?\"\n\n\"Duke Elidon! You will sit down and be quiet, or I will have you removed in shackles again!\" the magistrate shouted, banging her gavel against the bench. A murmur rippled through the crowd. Two burly men in the livery of the city guard came forward and roughly pushed Remy back into his seat. Throughout it all, Amelia stood straight, her face calm.\n\n\"Magistrate, if I may, I would like to address the duke's comments,\" Amelia said quietly. The magistrate leveled a sharp gaze at her.\n\n\"You do not need to do so,\" the magistrate said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Order has great autonomy in this city. It is enough for this council that the Mother Superior has authorized you to speak, in writing, over her official seal.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, Magistrate,\" Amelia said, \"But Duke Elidon has maligned my personal honor, and I would like to address that.\"\n\nThe magistrate raised her eyebrows. \"Girl,\" she said, \"this council is not interested in your personal honor.\"\n\n\"With respect, Magistrate, I am a full Sister of the Eventide Order. I am hardly a girl.\"\n\nThe magistrate stared at Amelia for a moment. Amelia returned her sharp gaze with her own calm, serene countenance and waited. Finally, the magistrate gave a \"harrumph\" and waved a hand for Amelia to say her piece.\n\n\"Thank you,\" Amelia said, and half turned to face Remy, and, consequently, the majority of the council chamber's occupants.\n\n\"My name is Amelia Delsarte, and I am, as has been noted, a Sister of the Eventide Order. Though I bear the Delsarte name, I am here to represent the wishes and needs of my order. As everyone here knows, we of the Eventides are no strangers to the perils of life as a Source. With the coming of the NightShips, the slums near the docks have grown crowded. Young men and women flock to the Immortals, seduced by their beauty, their exoticness, and their bite.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As she spoke, Remy straightened and began to nod.\n\n\"The Immortal bite is a heady drug,\" Amelia went on. \"It's as addictive as poppy's milk, and twice as dangerous. It can lead to exhaustion, depression, anemia, as well as other, darker ills. We of the Eventides have made it our lives' work to care for those seduced by the Bite. We're the ones who see it take its worst toll.\n\n\"But we alone cannot do much. Without medicines or supplies, without the generous donations of food and clothing and blankets, our Order would be ineffective at best in combating the Bite-borne perils that threaten our city. Let alone the horrendous plague we've recently suffered. And where do you think we get those supplies? Who do you think pays for the things we need to care for the Sources and indigent down near the docks? Especially now that their homes have gone up in flames because of one man's ambition and deceit?\" Amelia didn't look at Remy as she said this.\n\nHer voice never changed as she delivered this charge in such a matter-of-fact way. Nearly everyone else looked at him, though, and watched as his complacent nodding stilled, then stopped altogether as Amelia's words began to sink in." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'magistrate' - 4 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The fact is, Magistrate, the Eventide Order cannot continue to care for the sick and afflicted without the goods and capital the NightShip trade brings. Even if the number of Sources dwindles to nothing, there will still be plagues, sickness, starvation, and orphans. Likely more of all four, due to a lack of resources if trade is restricted. The city will suffer if the NightShips don't sail. The Order has weighed these matters and would like to propose a solution.\"\n\nShe turned again to face the magistrate, her carriage erect, her bearing proud.\n\n\"The Eventide Order proposes the embargo against the NightShips be lifted in its entirety. We propose the trading contracts with the Immortal captains be reinstated, and our great trading houses be encouraged to enter into new contracts. Furthermore, we propose the dockside district be rebuilt at the expense of the Elidon estate in penance for his crimes against the people who live and work there.\n\n\"As to the Source trade, let us make it a true trading operation. The Eventide Order proposes the NightShips who call upon our port be welcomed to seek sustenance from the members of our population who choose to work as Sources. In exchange, the Sources and ships will agree to pay a percentage of their annual gross earnings into a fund. This fund will be managed by someone jointly designated by the city and by the Order, with the charge that the monies be used to support quality of life and health improvements for those involved in the Source trade. The fund will be used to finance medicines, shelters, care, and support systems for those who give of their own life's blood to sustain our Immortal trading partners, even as they sustain the financial lifeblood of our city.\"\n\nAt this, Amelia nodded respectfully to the magistrate and took her seat. The room erupted into talk and argument once again, and once again, the magistrate made liberal use of her gavel in regaining order.\n\nRemy shot to his feet again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Magistrate! Her proposal makes no sense! How am I expected to bear the burden of building a new dockside complex? My estate is bankrupt, a victim of the depravity of the degenerate Immortals!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Remy said, even as the two burly guards \"helped\" him back into his seat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Duke Elidon, perhaps you should have considered that before sending your son to light the previous complex on fire,\" the magistrate replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Low laughter rippled through the council room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The magistrate turned her gaze back to Amelia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you, Sister,\" she said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<EMBED THIS>>: \"You, my fine, blustering duke, will be sentenced to work in the northern hills, mining iron for the project until such time as the project is completed to the satisfaction of the Eventide Order. At that time, you may return to the city, but know your title is forfeit in perpetuity. You are no longer the duke of Elidon, nor may you ever again own property within the lands controlled by this city. By my hand and authority as elected magistrate, I so order it done!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And our thanks to your Order for this…interesting proposal. The council will take it to a vote. But first, the matter of Duke Elidon here.\" She gave a nod, and the guards who had helped Remy to sit now took hold of him by his arms and dragged the disgraced duke to stand.\n\n\"Duke Elidon, after considering the evidence presented in this room two days ago, as well as the words from your own lips, I find that you bear much responsibility in causing our city's current predicament, but you show a shocking lack of any remorse. You will, indeed, be responsible for rebuilding the dockside complex, and I think it will be a nice touch to see that it's done to the Eventides' specifications. I know of your financial straits, but that doesn't relieve you of your civic duty in this case. For your crimes, your business assets and all of your property is hereby seized by this city. Your house will be sold. Your assets will be liquidated. The proceeds from those sales will be put toward the dockside complex project, as recommended.\"\n\n\"You, my fine, blustering duke, will be sentenced to work in the northern hills, mining iron for the project until such time as the project is completed to the satisfaction of the Eventide Order. At that time, you may return to the city, but know your title is forfeit in perpetuity. You are no longer the duke of Elidon, nor may you ever again own property within the lands controlled by this city. By my hand and authority as elected magistrate, I so order it done!\"\n\nShe brought her gavel down twice as tradition dictated, and the two guards picked up the now speechless Remy and hauled him out of the room. Silence followed in his wake until he'd been taken beyond the council room doors, presumably to a cell, where he would await transport to the mines in the northern hills to begin his sentence at once.\n\nThe magistrate looked around. \"Now,\" she said. \"My fellow councilors, since we're gathered here, I call for a vote on the Eventides' proposal regarding the Source trade and opening the docks to the NightShips once more. What say you all?\"\n\nLucia closed her eyes in joy and thanksgiving as the resounding \"Aye!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "rocked through the Council chamber, followed by a chorus of cheers. She felt herself lifted and hugged, hard, by her father. She threw her arms around him in return, then turned and hugged Amelia.\n\n\"You were so magnificent!\" she whispered to the cousin who had always been more of a sister.\n\n\"Ah, Luce! I was so nervous,\" Amelia whispered back. \"I was just glad to have you beside me!\"\n\n\"Always,\" Lucia promised. \"Even when I'm not actually there, I'm always beside you in my heart, Amelia. Always.\"\n\n\"I will have ORDER! My word, this has been an absolutely chaotic crowd,\" the magistrate roared and brought the gavel down again and again until the council chamber quieted." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: couldn't, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She huffed out a breath and spread her gimlet glare around the room.\n\n\"Captain de Graaf!\" the magistrate called out. Behind Lucia, the captain came to his feet.\n\n\"Captain, how is Matthias Elidon?\"\n\n\"He lives, Magistrate. He remains in the care of my medic at a location I am not inclined to disclose, for Matthias' safety. I would like to continue to keep him under my protection. The Eventides are overworked, and I can at least lighten their load with this one man.\"\n\n\"Yes, fine,\" the magistrate said rather irritably. \"He won't inherit his father's title, as the title has been stripped. Take him and be done with it. He's not entirely innocent in these proceedings, either. For his crimes, and by my hand and authority, I sentence him to exile of not less than five years. After that period of time, he may return to the city as he chooses, or not. It matters not to me. And with that, I order this session closed! I'm going to my favored tavern. I pray none of you bother me further on this matter.\" She brought the gavel down three times, then got to her feet and left the room as if she couldn't wait to be elsewhere. Lucia watched her go and couldn't stop a snort of laughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The poor woman had so obviously not wanted to be there today.\n\nLucia turned to de Graaf, exultation bubbling through her. Only the presence of her parents kept her from throwing propriety to the wind and throwing her arms about her lover. Her face, however, creased in a wide grin.\n\nA grin that faded when de Graaf didn't answer with one of his own.\n\n\"What is it?\" she asked softly.\n\n\"Matthias,\" he said, his eyes dark with concern. \"He'll neither eat nor drink. He just lies there, as if all the life had been taken out of him. I must make amends.\"\n\n\"His heart is broken,\" Lucia said, compassion flooding through her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's always needed someone to follow. That was you, and he feels you betrayed him. Now he has no one. No one but his memories, and they're likely not helping.\"\n\nDe Graaf blinked, then straightened, his eyes taking on an intensity. \"What did you just say?\"\n\n\"Matthias needs someone to love, even if it's unrequited. He needs a linchpin around which he can center his life. He feels as if he's lost it all. Now he has no one but terrible memories.\"\n\nFinally, de Graaf's lips stretched in the grin she'd been awaiting. \"My dear,\" he breathed, softly enough so as to be discreet. \"You are a genius. I know exactly who can be Matthias' center…and help him forget the worst of his memories, if it comes to that.\"\n\nLucia's eyes widened. \"The Buyer?\"\n\nDe Graaf nodded. \"His telepathic talents have many uses. I know he can blunt the force of painful memories in mortals, and I suspect he could possibly remove them entirely if necessary. And Matthias was an educated boy; the Buyer would likely find him fascinating. The solitude of the Chateau would be good for his soul.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia, too, began to smile slowly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" she said as she reached out to take de Graaf's fingers in her own gloved hand. She shifted her body slightly so as to block the view of any nosy someones watching, but in this moment, she felt she had to touch the captain. \"He likely would.\"\n\n\"Can you come with me for a few more days?\" de Graaf asked, looking down at her. \"You and your cousin? Matthias will need your care, and you can help me convince the Buyer to take him in. I don't think it will be difficult, but we must ask properly, or we risk offending him and having him refuse out of spite. He liked you. You could probably persuade him better than I ever could.\"\n\n\"I'll ask my parents, and Amelia…but yes. Yes, I, at least, will go with you. Because you're right. This is too important. Matthias' life might depend on it.\" And it's an excuse for another journey, another few days aboard the Leeuwin, another few nights with you." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 12 sentences as a continuation of this story segment in the suspense, contemporary, romance, thriller genre. Characters may be pre-established." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "lets continue this story bit. 6 sentences more like Marie Force would. romance, nsfw, chick lit genre. characters might be established already" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Joe waited until Janey got through a week of midterm exams that had her stressed out and overwrought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she arrived home from her last exam on Friday night, exhaustion clung to her. He met her at the door and took her coat.\n\n\"I'm going straight to bed,\" she said as she gave him a quick kiss and headed for the bedroom.\n\nThe dogs circled around her legs. That she gave them only perfunctory pats on the head was a sure sign of how tired she really was.\n\n\"Baby, wait. I know you're wiped out, but you need to eat. I made dinner. Why don't you have something to eat before you crash?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He watched her eye the bedroom longingly before she turned her gaze toward him and nodded in agreement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right this way.\" He held a chair for her at the table and served up the chicken piccata he'd made from scratch. One of the things Joe loved best about semi-retirement was having the time to try things he'd never done before, like cooking. That Janey praised his every effort as if it were fine French cuisine made it extra rewarding.\n\n\"So good,\" she said of the first taste of tender chicken.\n\n\"Glad you like it.\" He poured her a glass of the chocolate milk she loved and opened a beer for himself, needing some liquid courage for this conversation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where did you learn to make this?\"\n\n\"One of the women in my class made it for the art department potluck.\"\n\n\"Did you actually ask her for the recipe?\"\n\nJoe laughed at the face she made. \"I actually did.\"\n\n\"I'm worried about what's become of you since I dragged you to the heartland.\"\n\n\"They'll never recognize me on the island.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, they won't. I need to remember this if I ever need blackmail. All I'd have to do is tell my brothers about you swapping recipes with girls on campus…\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You wouldn't dare.\"\n\nJaney laughed. \"We'll see how you behave.\"\n\nHe shot her a playful scowl. \"How'd the last exam go?\"\n\n\"Good, I think. I'm never really sure.\"\n\n\"And yet somehow you manage to score As in every class.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'there' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't jinx me.\"\n\n\"Wouldn't dream of it,\" Joe said with a smile.\n\nThey chatted about his class, his painting, their dogs and the latest gossip from the island, including his mother's plans to winter there.\n\n\"Are you sure that's a good idea?\" Janey asked. \"Her place out there is barely winterized.\"\n\n\"I tried to tell her that, but you know how she is when she makes up her mind about something. I sent Mac over to inspect the woodstove and the roof. He said everything looks fine, and he left her a cord of wood.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aww,\" Janey said with a warm smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My big brother is the best.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, he is. I felt better after he'd checked the place out. He also promised to keep in touch with her this winter. And you know your parents will, too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Absolutely. My mom will be thrilled to have her there.\" Though they were different as two women could be, Linda and Carolina had been friends as long as Mac and Joe had. \"We'll see her when we go home for Christmas.\"\n\n\"Uh-huh.\" As Joe twirled spaghetti around his fork, he tried to think of a way to broach the pregnancy subject. It was so unusual to feel hesitant to talk to her about anything. He loved how they talked about everything and usually held nothing back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey.\" She nudged his leg with her foot. \"Where'd you go?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Joe looked up at her, surprised to realize he'd zoned out. \"Nowhere. I'm here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She nodded to the spaghetti he'd twirled into a tight mass around his fork." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'appetite' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you going to play with that or eat it?\"\n\nHe pushed his plate away, too nervous to eat anymore. \"I'm done.\"\n\n\"Do you mind if I finish it?\"\n\n\"Go for it.\" Her increased appetite was another in a growing list of puzzle pieces Joe never would've put together on his own without his mother's insight. In addition to the sleepiness and appetite gain, her breasts were bigger and more sensitive, and she was often overly emotional, all of which, according to what he'd read, were indications of pregnancy.\n\n\"What're you thinking about?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'wrong' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she asked. \"Is something wrong?\"\n\n\"No, honey. Nothing's wrong. Finish eating, and then we'll talk.\"\n\nShe put down her fork and pushed the plate aside. \"I'm done.\"\n\n\"Come here.\" He held out his hand to her and guided her onto his lap.\n\n\"What's going on, Joe? Are you mad about something? I know I've been a bit of a grouch during exams—\"\n\nHe kissed the words right off her lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You haven't been a grouch. You've been busy and really, really tired.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know. It's crazy. I don't remember it being this bad last year.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Joe took a deep breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is it possible that this year might be different because you're pregnant?\" Because he was holding her so close, he felt her go rigid in his arms.\n\n\"I'm not pregnant. There's no way I'm pregnant! We've been careful, and I'm on the pill.\"\n\n\"And you've never forgotten to take it for a day or two because you were busy or preoccupied with school?\"\n\nHe watched her closely as she thought back over the last few months.\n\nHer mouth fell open and then snapped closed the instant before two big tears slid down her cheeks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's all it takes?\" she whispered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That and nonstop effort,\" he said in a teasing tone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't be pregnant, Joe. I can't be. I have two and a half years of school left. How will I have a baby and manage school?\"\n\nJoe brushed away her tears and kissed her. \"Easy—you'll manage school, and I'll manage the baby.\"\n\n\"How do you already have this all figured out?\"\n\n\"I've had a couple of days to process the possibility. I told my mom the other day that you've been really tired, and she suggested you might be pregnant.\"\n\n\"How is it that she knew and I didn't?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Janey asked, piqued by the thought.\n\nJoe laughed at the face she made. How could he not? She was so damned cute.\n\nShe scowled at him. \"Hell of a vet I'm going to be when I can't even figure out that I'm pregnant without the help of my motherin-law who lives a thousand miles from me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're going to be the best vet ever, and I hate to tell you, we don't know for sure that you're pregnant.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We need to get a test.\"\n\n\"I got three of them the other day. I was waiting for you to get through your exams before I mentioned it.\"\n\n\"Thank you for waiting. This would've taken me right over the edge this week, which, of course, you knew.\"\n\n\"So,\" he asked, his heart pounding with anticipation and excitement and more love than he'd ever felt in his life, \"do you want to take one of the tests?\"\n\nNew tears flooded her eyes as she nodded. \"Is this why I've been crying over everything lately?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. Under the sink, he retrieved one of the tests he'd stashed there. \"Maybe so.\"\n\n\"I suppose it's better to be pregnant than to be having a nervous breakdown over school.\"\n\n\"Much better,\" he said, laughing. He took the test out of the box and handed it to her. \"Pee goes here.\" When he started to leave the room to give her some privacy, she called him back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stay. We did the rest of it together, why not this part, too?\"\n\nHe smiled at her logic and leaned against the wall while she took care of business.\n\nShe placed the innocuous plastic stick on the sink, and they watched in stunned amazement as a blue plus sign appeared a few minutes later.\n\n\"Well,\" she said, \"your mother was right.\" She turned to him, looked up and met his gaze. \"I'm sorry I wasn't more careful.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please don't say that. Everything happens for a reason, and when you think about it, this might be the perfect time for us to have a baby.\"\n\nShe raised a brow in the skeptical expression that was so Janey. \"How do you figure?\"\n\n\"If we wait until you finish school, I'll be almost forty. That's getting sort of late if I want to have any energy left for Little League coaching and football playing and wrestling, not to mention tea parties and fashion shows and Girl Scouts.\"\n\nJaney laughed through her tears and hugged him.\n\n\"It's all going to be fine,\" he whispered into the silky softness of her blonde hair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I promise. It might not be how we planned it, but life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.\"\n\n\"Or when you're busy making love like sex-starved lunatics.\"\n\n\"That too,\" he said with a laugh. He slid his hands down her back to cup her bottom, lifting her into his arms.\n\nShe curled her arms and legs around him as he carried her to their bedroom. The menagerie collected around their feet, and Joe nearly tripped over them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Goddamn it,\" he said when he'd recovered his footing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm carrying very precious cargo here, people.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't swear in front of the baby.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was relieved she'd taken the news better than he'd expected and so excited to be a father, a thought that suddenly filled him with fear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" she asked. \"Why did your brows go all furrowy?\"\n\nHe deposited her on the bed and crawled in next to her.\n\nShe snuggled up to him as she did every night.\n\n\"I barely remember what it's like to have a dad. What if I'm no good at it?\"\n\n\"Oh, Joe! You'll be a great dad! This baby will be so lucky to have you. You're already thinking about tea parties and football practice.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're awfully sure I'll be good at it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm positive.\" She kissed his neck and then his jaw before finding his lips in a kiss that quickly spiraled into passionate need. Her arms tightened around him as her tongue flirted with his, making him crazy with desire.\n\n\"Love me, Joe,\" she whispered.\n\n\"I love you love you more than anything, Janey Cantrell.\" Joe added the second \"love you\" as they always did and peppered her face with kisses before taking her mouth again. Without breaking the kiss, he tugged at their clothes until all the important parts were revealed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He entered her carefully, without the usual abandon that marked their lovemaking.\n\n\"Joe,\" she moaned in protest. \"Come on.\"\n\n\"I don't want to hurt you—or the baby.\" Everything was different now that he knew their child lay between them, precious and fragile.\n\n\"You won't.\" She arched into his thrust and clutched his backside, keeping him buried deep inside her.\n\nHe drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging, sending her into a powerful orgasm that finished him off in record time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sorry,\" he said, panting in the aftermath of the explosive climax." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her hands were soothing on his back. \"For what?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"For not lasting longer.\"\n\n\"You lasted just long enough. I can barely keep my eyes open, and what if I fell asleep in the middle of, you know…\"\n\n\"You'd better not fall asleep in the middle of that.\"\n\nJaney chuckled and held him close enough that he could hear her heart beating fast beneath his ear.\n\nAfter a long moment of contented silence, he said, \"I promised my mother I'd tell her as soon as we knew for sure.\"\n\n\"Can it be our little secret for tonight? We can tell her and my parents tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Joe closed his eyes against the rush of emotion. He couldn't remember a time when he'd been happier. \"Sure, baby. Whatever you want.\"\n\n\"I have everything I want.\" She tightened her arms around him. \"Everything I could ever want.\"\n\nAnd that, Joe decided as he followed her into sleep, was all that mattered to him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene (which might reference existing characters and worldbuilding), and you will continue the story with 9 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of Marie Force." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sydney had asked Jenny to come early so she could meet Luke and get settled before the masses arrived. As the day of the party had drawn closer, Sydney had become nervous about how many people they'd invited.\n\n\"So you know how I mentioned this would be a small gathering?\" Sydney said as she handed Jenny a glass of chardonnay and shooed Buddy away before he got dog hair all over Jenny's dark jeans.\n\nJenny's eyes sparked with amusement. \"Did it mushroom?\"\n\n\"Since there's not much to do around here this time of year, word gets out about a party, and next thing you know…\"\n\n\"It's not a small party anymore. Just like high school.\"\n\n\"Exactly! Does that freak you out?\"\n\n\"A year or two ago, it would have, but I'm doing better now. Like I said the other day, it's time to get unstuck. I may as well meet everyone at once.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're all so nice and truly looking forward to meeting you.\"\n\n\"I'm sure they're nice if they're your friends. I appreciate that you reached out to me, Syd. I was thinking after you left the other day that it took some gumption, knowing what we had in common.\"\n\nSyd sat on the sofa and let Buddy rub up against her. She'd long ago given up on the dog-hair battle. \"When I first came back here earlier in the summer, I was stuck, too, so I know what you mean. Everything that's happened since then has been nothing short of miraculous.\"\n\nAs if on cue, her own personal miracle came into the room wearing faded jeans and a navy-blue sweater. His hair was still damp from the shower, and his handsome face was freshly shaven. He was positively gorgeous and all hers. \"Luke, honey, come meet Jenny.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hi, there.\" He extended a hand to Jenny." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's great to finally meet you. We've been wondering about our mysterious new lighthouse keeper.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 3 instance(s) of the word 'making'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shook his hand. \"After Sydney's visit, I figured it was time to come out of hiding before y'all started making up stories about me,\" Jenny said, a hint of North Carolina in her voice.\n\n\"So the crazy cat lady rumor isn't true?\" Luke asked, making Jenny laugh.\n\nSyd smiled at him, appreciating his effort to be sociable when his usual tendency was to hang back and take it all in.\n\n\"No cats,\" Jenny said with a good-natured grin. \"Yet.\"\n\nThat earned a smile from Luke. \"You want a glass of wine, babe?\" he asked Sydney.\n\nShe'd been running around all day making preparations and was more than ready for a drink." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't mind if I do.\"\n\n\"Stay there. I'll get it.\"\n\nAs he left the room, Jenny fanned her face. \"H-o-t,\" she whispered. \"Good for you, girl.\"\n\nLaughing, Syd was pleased to realize that Jenny would fit right in with their group.\n\nA short time later, the house was filled to overflowing. The new arrivals were friendly and accepting of Jenny and full of congratulations for their newly engaged hosts. Several bottles of champagne were presented to Luke and Sydney. Everyone brought appetizers, bottles of wine and six-packs of beer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guys had gravitated to the kitchen, and the women gathered in the living room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I love what you did with this room, Syd,\" Linda McCarthy said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Along with her famous artichoke dip, she'd brought Joe's mom Carolina, who was back on the island for the winter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Syd said. \"I was happy with how it came together.\"\n\n\"I need you to do something fabulous with my living room,\" Maddie said. \"It's sort of blah.\"\n\n\"It's not blah,\" Syd said. \"It's functional, which is what you need with young kids underfoot.\"\n\n\"Functional,\" Maddie said, making a distasteful face. \"There's a stylish word.\"\n\nA young woman Sydney didn't recognize poked her head in the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come in!\" Syd called to her as she walked over to welcome the newcomer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hi there, I'm Syd.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kara Ballard. Mac and Luke mentioned that I should stop by tonight and meet some people.\"\n\n\"Oh yes! You're their new business partner. Luke told me about your launch service. I think it's a great idea.\"\n\n\"I'm glad you think so. They've been great about helping me figure out the logistics. So you're Luke's fiancée?\"\n\nThe word still brought a thrill several days after he put the ring on her finger. \"That'd be me.\"\n\n\"He was really excited telling me how he got engaged,\" Kara said with a hint of wistfulness that caught Syd's attention. \"Could I see your ring?\"\n\n\"Oh, of course! I love showing it off.\"\n\nKara took a close look at the ring. \"It's gorgeous. Congratulations.\"\n\nAn aura of sadness clung to the pretty young woman that made Syd curious." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'drink' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She slipped an arm around Kara and escorted her into the kitchen where Big Mac, Luke and Mac greeted her warmly.\n\n\"What can we get you to drink?\" Big Mac asked.\n\n\"A light beer would be great.\"\n\n\"Are you old enough to drink?\" Big Mac teased.\n\n\"Very funny,\" Kara said with a laugh. \"I'm older than I look.\"\n\n\"One beer coming right up,\" Luke said.\n\nMac introduced Kara to his brothers, Grant and Evan, as well as Ned, Seamus O'Grady, Blaine Taylor and Dan Torrington, who'd tagged along with Grant.\n\n\"Nice to meet you all,\" Kara said, thanking Luke when he handed her an open bottle of beer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't leave you in here alone with them,\" Syd said, tugging Kara along with her. \"Too much testosterone.\"\n\nThe comment earned her groans and wads of balled-up napkins aimed at her head.\n\nKara seemed more than grateful to leave the men for the safer gathering of women. Syd introduced her to Maddie, Tiffany, Francine, Linda, Carolina, Grace and Stephanie.\n\n\"Where're Laura and Owen?\" Grace asked.\n\n\"I don't know,\" Syd said. \"She told me they'd be here.\"\n\n\"Did they make it back from the mainland?\" Stephanie asked.\n\n\"I haven't heard,\" Grace replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Evan tried to call him a couple of times this afternoon, but the calls went straight to voice mail.\"\n\n\"I hope everything is okay,\" Stephanie said. \"Laura was anxious about the meeting with her ex.\"\n\nFor the sake of Jenny and Kara, Syd said, \"Laura is Mac, Evan and Grant's cousin. She's been hired to oversee the renovations and redecoration of the Sand & Surf Hotel in town and to manage the place when it reopens in the spring.\"\n\n\"Oh, I love that old place,\" Jenny said. \"Every time I drive by, I imagine the stories it has to tell.\"\n\n\"It's been on that corner for a hundred years,\" Linda said. \"My husband told me this is the first time it's been fully renovated since it was built.\"\n\n\"I believe it,\" Syd said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's fallen into disrepair, especially since Owen's grandparents retired and moved to Florida.\"\n\n\"When I was a kid, I used to dream about owning the Surf,\" Maddie said. \"I'd imagine grand tea parties and ladies in fancy dresses on the big porch.\"\n\n\"I think Laura said something about offering tea parties,\" Stephanie said.\n\n\"We should have one there,\" Maddie said, \"all of us, when the Surf reopens.\"\n\n\"That'd be fun,\" Syd said. \"What do you think, Jenny?\"\n\n\"Sounds good to me. I'm a tea-party regular. I have nieces.\"\n\nSyd suddenly remembered the tea parties in her own past." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her daughter Malena had been a big fan of the tea party.\n\nMaddie sent her an empathetic smile, seeming to know exactly what Syd was thinking.\n\n\"So you're not the only one who got engaged this week, Syd,\" Grace said, nudging Stephanie.\n\nLinda let out a most unladylike shriek. \"Grant McCarthy! I'm going to kill you!\"\n\nThat set the other women into a gale of laughter as they cajoled Stephanie into showing off her new ring.\n\nJenny and Kara exchanged wide-eyed glances at the goings-on.\n\n\"What'd I do?\" Grant asked as he came into the living room to face his mother.\n\n\"You got engaged and didn't tell me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You didn't tell your mother?\" Stephanie asked, incredulous.\n\n\"I, uh, well, I was going to.\"\n\n\"Idiot,\" Stephanie muttered as she accepted a hug from her future motherin-law. \"He's an idiot.\"\n\n\"I have no doubt you can fix the mess I made of him,\" Linda said.\n\n\"I'm afraid it'll take the rest of my life.\"\n\n\"I'm right here,\" Grant said. \"And I can hear you.\"\n\n\"Good,\" Stephanie said. \"Now go tell your father before he hears it through the grapevine, too.\"\n\n\"Dad, Mom and Stephanie are being mean to me,\" Grant said as he went back into the kitchen where much celebrating and backslapping ensued after Grant shared his news." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's not all the news,\" Mac said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Luke, do you have a speakerphone handy?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'number' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure, let me get it.\"\n\nEveryone was focused on the kitchen as Mac punched in a long-distance number and set the phone on speaker.\n\n\"Hey, brat,\" he said, signaling to the others to stay quiet.\n\n\"You've got the wrong number,\" Janey said.\n\n\"What're you all grumpy about?\"\n\n\"I'm not feeling very good. And why are you calling me from Luke's house?\"\n\n\"Because a few of us got together tonight, and we were sharing some good news. Did you hear Grant and Stephanie got engaged?\"\n\n\"No way!\"\n\n\"And Luke and Syd.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wow! That's fabulous news. Congrats, you guys. Joe says congrats, too.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Janey,\" Luke said.\n\n\"We hear you have some news of your own to report.\"\n\n\"Mom has a big mouth.\"\n\n\"I can hear you, Jane Elizabeth McCarthy Cantrell,\" Linda said.\n\nThe gathering tittered with laughter.\n\n\"Hi, Mom,\" Janey said meekly.\n\n\"So what's your news?\" Mac asked.\n\n\"You already know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But everyone else doesn't.\"\n\n\"It appears that somehow I'm pregnant.\"\n\nThe news was met with whoops and hollering.\n\n\"Yay, Janey!\" Maddie said. \"I'm so glad Thomas and Hailey will have another cousin close in age. But I thought you were going to wait until you finished school.\"\n\n\"So did I. That's a whole other story.\"\n\n\"She can't keep her hands off me,\" Joe said.\n\nThat got everyone laughing again.\n\n\"Congratulations, you guys,\" Evan said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Add this exact quote somewhere appropriate: \"I'm going to be an uncle! Again!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm going to be an uncle! Again!\"\n\nGrace went to him and gave him a celebratory hug.\n\n\"Who's going to be an uncle?\" Owen asked as he came in holding Laura's hand and yet another six-pack of beer.\n\n\"I am,\" Mac, Grant and Evan said together.\n\n\"I'm pretty sure it's not Adam, so that leaves Janey?\"\n\n\"You got it,\" Janey said. \"Knocked up while still in vet school.\"\n\n\"Oh, Janey,\" Laura said, leaning toward the phone. \"That's so exciting!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"See?\" Joe said. \"That's what I said, too.\"\n\n\"Of course it's great for you,\" Janey said to her husband. \"You're not the one slogging through vet school while knocked up.\"\n\n\"Why don't we let you two have this argument in private?\" Mac said, grinning at the others. \"Congratulations, brat. And Joe.\"\n\n\"And stop using the words 'knocked up,'\" Big Mac said to his daughter. \"I can't bear it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amid much laughter, shouts of love and congratulations, Mac ended the call with his sister." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd say all this good news calls for some champagne,\" Big Mac said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When everyone had a glass, he raised his. \"To love.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hear, hear.\"\n\nSydney snuggled into Luke's embrace as Grant hooked an arm around Stephanie and hugged her tight against him.\n\n\"To love,\" Luke whispered in Sydney's ear.\n\nSydney smiled up at him, at peace with her past, content in her new life and excited about the future.\n\n\"He's looking at you,\" Maddie whispered to Tiffany.\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"Blaine. He keeps stealing glances at you. Every chance he gets.\" Maddie gave her sister a nudge. \"Go talk to him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't.\"\n\n\"Of course you can. Don't be ridiculous.\"\n\n\"You don't understand.\"\n\n\"What don't I understand?\"\n\nTiffany turned away from her sister.\n\nMaddie poked her the way she used to when they were kids and she wanted to get a rise out of her younger sister. \"Go. Talk. To. Him.\"\n\n\"Shut. Up.\"\n\n\"You shut up.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: maddie, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, you.\"\n\nMaddie laughed at the familiar exchange, also a holdover from childhood. \"What have you got to lose?\"\n\n\"Only my dignity. When I think about what happened with him…\"\n\n\"You want more of it?\"\n\n\"That's not what I was going to say!\"\n\n\"So you don't want more of it.\"\n\n\"I didn't say that either.\"\n\n\"I hate that Jim did this to you,\" Maddie said, shaking her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That got Tiffany's full attention. \"Did what?\"\n\n\"The Tiffany I know and love wouldn't think twice about going after something she wants. My Tiffany took notice of Jim Sturgil in high school and set out to make him hers. She started a dance studio when she was barely a kid and made a go of it. When she had a baby and needed a job while her husband was starting his practice, she started a day care business that was also a huge success. My Tiffany goes after what she wants. She doesn't sit in the corner wishing things were different.\"\n\n\"I know what you're doing.\"\n\n\"What am I doing?\"\n\n\"You're trying to piss me off so I'll march over there and do something stupid that I'll regret tomorrow.\"\n\n\"You won't regret it.\"\n\nTiffany shook her head, and Maddie was astounded when Tiffany's eyes filled. \"I'm sorry.\" She put her arm around her sister and pulled her close. \"It's none of my business.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'tiffany' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're right. I've become a total wimp. I'm afraid of my own shadow.\"\n\nMaddie couldn't stand to see Tiffany so defeated and hated her ex-brother-in-law for what he'd done to his wife's self-esteem. \"I shouldn't have said anything.\"\n\n\"I really want to talk to him. I do. Not here, though. Not with an audience.\"\n\n\"Why don't you go out on the deck to 'get some air'? I bet he'd follow you.\"\n\nTiffany shook her head. \"Too obvious.\"\n\n\"I could go in there and tell him you'd like to talk to him.\"\n\n\"And that's not obvious?\"\n\n\"I'm having flashbacks to high school here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know. It's ridiculous. Don't worry about it. If it's meant to be, it'll happen on its own.\"\n\n\"If you say so.\"\n\nCarolina should've brought her own car. She realized her strategic mistake the second she stepped into Luke and Sydney's cozy home and came face-to-face with the one man she most wished to avoid at the moment, especially with Linda \"Hawkeye\" McCarthy at her side.\n\n\"Miz Cantrell,\" he'd said in that annoyingly sexy brogue as he bowed gallantly over their joined hands. \"How lovely to see you. I didn't know you were on island.\"\n\nAs a jolt of electricity traveled from his hand up her arm, she wanted to wipe that smug I've-seen-you-naked smile off his face.\n\n\"Nice to see you, too, Seamus.\" She pulled her hand free. \"How's business?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Excellent. Even in the off-season, the people keep coming and coming and coming.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The reminder of how many times he'd made her come the night before paralyzed her. \"Th-that's good to hear.\"\n\nHis smile told her he knew his comment had struck a bull's eye. \"And how's Joe?\"\n\n\"As you well know, since you speak to him several times a week, he's just fine.\"\n\nHis amusement at her discomfort was apparent in the devilish glint in his eyes. Fortunately, Linda had been distracted as she greeted Evan, Grace, Grant and Stephanie and hadn't noticed the tension between Carolina and Seamus.\n\n\"Knock it off,\" Carolina hissed at Seamus.\n\n\"Knock what off? What'd I do?\"\n\n\"You know exactly what you're doing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let me drive you home.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'every'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not happening.\"\n\n\"You know you want to.\"\n\nBefore she could think of a suitably dismissive comment, Linda had come back to claim her. Carolina managed to steer clear of him after that, but she was acutely aware of his every move—and the fact that he hardly took his eyes off her. Every time she glanced into the kitchen, her gaze met his. Each time, she immediately looked away, but her nipples tightened, her sex ached and her face burned with mortification.\n\nShe had to get herself under control before Linda tuned into what was going on. That was the last thing she needed. Linda was already curious enough about Carolina's young lover." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'thinking' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it ever got back to Joe that she was sleeping with the man he'd hired to run the business in his absence… The thought of it made Carolina want to die on the spot.\n\nGood lord, what had she been thinking? Letting her mind wander back twenty-four hours, it was clear with hindsight that she hadn't been thinking at all. She'd been under the influence of Irish charm. That was the only possible explanation for her actions.\n\n\"Are you all right, honey?\" Linda asked, squeezing Carolina's arm.\n\n\"I'm fine but in need of the restroom.\" She had to get out of there before she burst into tears or did something equally embarrassing, such as grab Seamus O'Grady by the arm and drag him out of there so she could have her wicked way with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Again. \"Be right back.\"\n\nShe kept her head down as she wandered into the hallway to find the bathroom, which was occupied.\n\n\"Feel free to use the one in our room, Carolina,\" Syd said, pointing to the last room on the left.\n\nDesperate for a private moment to recover her composure, Carolina thanked Sydney. Her heart raced as she rushed through the dark bedroom to the adjoining bathroom and closed the door, leaning back against it to drag deep breaths into her straining lungs. This was utter madness! She couldn't be in the same room with him without getting hot all over. She'd lived without sex for thirty years! How was it that one night with a randy Irishman had her panting like a bitch in heat?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mortified by her thoughts, she splashed cold water on her face and studied her reflection in the mirror. Nothing on the outside had changed, but her insides resembled the aftermath of a tornado. The more agitated she became, the madder she was with Seamus for doing this to her. She'd said one night. One damned night. What about that didn't he understand?\n\n\"You need to make him understand, before it's all over the island that you're sleeping with your son's employee,\" she whispered to her reflection. \"Get it together!\"\n\nAfter a few more deep breaths, she felt ready to rejoin the party. Hopefully, Mac and Linda would be up for an early night. She opened the door and gasped with shock when Seamus pushed her backward into the small bathroom and closed the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sound of the door locking echoed like a gunshot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What're you doing?\"\n\nHe grabbed her hips and yanked her into him. \"This.\" His lips came down on hers, hard and determined.\n\nCarolina intended to push him away, but her arms didn't get the memo. They looped around him as she returned the kiss with a frantic urgency to match his.\n\nCupping her ass, he pushed his erection against her and had her on the verge of explosive release in a matter of seconds.\n\nThe fear of knowing they could be discovered at any second made the whole thing even hotter, if that was possible. If she'd been looking for proof that she'd taken leave of her senses, here it was, wrapped around her.\n\nWhen he tugged on the button to her jeans, Carolina realized he intended to have sex right there in Luke and Sydney's bathroom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Turning her head to break the kiss, she said, \"Stop.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a hand to his chest, she pushed him back. \"Stop.\"\n\n\"Let me take you home.\" His voice was raspy as his lips burned a trail on her neck.\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Please, Carolina. Tell them you don't feel good, and I'll offer to take you home.\"\n\n\"I can't. Everyone will know why we're leaving.\"\n\n\"No one will know anything other than your son's employee is giving you a ride home.\"\n\n\"I told you this isn't going to happen.\"\n\nHis fingers dug into her hips as he pushed his hard cock against her throbbing core." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Remembering how he'd stretched her almost to the point of pain made her whimper with the need for more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's already happening.\"\n\n\"Seamus, please. I can't do this.\"\n\n\"Can't or won't?\"\n\nHer head dropped onto his chest as her fingers gripped his belt loops.\n\n\"If you mean it, love, you might want to let me go.\"\n\nHe paused for a heartbeat, giving her a chance to release him.\n\nAlmost against her will, her fingers tightened their grip on his jeans.\n\nHe chuckled as his lips moved over her neck.\n\n\"Don't get all full of yourself,\" she snapped, annoyed by how easy she was with him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This doesn't change anything.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It makes me so hot when you're bossy. Like last night when you told me to fuck you harder. So hot.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Furious with herself as much as him, Carolina let him go, reached around him and opened the door to a rush of cooler air. \"Leave me alone.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "DIRECTIVE: Incorporate \"I feel like I'm coming down with something. Would you mind terribly if we left early?\" in response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With her hands trembling and her heart beating so hard it felt like it might burst, Carolina took a minute in the hallway to pull herself together before she rejoined the party.\n\nLinda pounced immediately. \"Are you all right? Your face is all red.\"\n\n\"I feel like I'm coming down with something. Would you mind terribly if we left early?\"\n\n\"I'll give you a ride,\" a voice behind them said in a lilting Irish brogue. \"I was getting ready to leave myself. I'm on the eight o'clock boat in the morning.\"\n\nCarolina closed her eyes, seeking forbearance. She couldn't whack him—or murder him, for that matter—in a room full of people.\n\n\"Are you sure you don't mind, Seamus?\" Linda asked. \"I don't mind taking her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm going right by her place on the way to the Beachcomber,\" Seamus said with a crafty grin.\n\nHer place was in the complete opposite direction from the Beachcomber, and he knew it. Since Linda had been looking forward to the gathering, Carolina hated to drag her away early. \"Thank you,\" she said to Seamus through gritted teeth. He was so going to pay for this, except that was exactly what he wanted.\n\n\"If you're sure,\" Linda said, giving Carolina a speculative glance.\n\n\"No trouble a'tall,\" Seamus said. \"Shall we, Miz Cantrell?\"\n\nIf looks could kill, he'd be so dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His decadent mouth curled into the charming smile that'd gotten her into this mess in the first place." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll call you tomorrow to check on you,\" Linda said, giving Carolina a hug.\n\n\"I'll be fine. I'm sure it's just a bug that's going around.\"\n\n\"Of course it is. What else would it be?\"\n\nCarolina left Linda's question unanswered. As she and Seamus said good night and thank you to their hosts, Carolina plotted his imminent demise. She was going to slice him into tiny pieces and ship him back to his homeland in a shoebox. And then she was really going to hurt him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "lets continue this story bit. one sentence more like Marie Force would. romance, nsfw, chick lit genre. characters might be established already" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next day passed in a blur of activity that included a trip to the clinic where David determined that Sarah's ribs weren't broken, only badly bruised." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After they returned to the Surf, Blaine came to take Sarah's statement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura had ceded to Owen's wishes that she not be present to hear the dirty details." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An hour after he and the police chief had entered the bedroom, Owen emerged abruptly from the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura, who'd busied herself going over Sydney's proposed designs for the second-floor guest rooms, got up and went to him and was shocked when he brushed her off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't right now,\" he muttered on his way to the front door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It slammed behind him a minute later." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filled with indecision, Laura stared at the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Should she go after him?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blaine came out a minute later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is she all right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura asked of Sarah." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I suppose she will be, but she's got a long road ahead of her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is she going forward with the charges?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura nodded. \"Good. It's about time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"On that we agree. I'm going to get things moving. Tell Owen I'll be in touch.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you, Blaine.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even though she wanted to go after Owen, she knew he needed some time to himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura took a deep breath to settle her nerves and went into the bedroom to check on Sarah." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the bed, she was staring out the window, watching the latest ferry steam through the South Harbor breakwater." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mrs. Lawry? Can I get you anything?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You could call me Sarah,\" she said with a small smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura was astounded by the way the smile took years off Sarah's face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In it, she also saw a hint of Owen. \"If you'd like.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I would.\" She patted the bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come and sit for a minute.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura perched on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle the injured woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Owen seems quite taken with you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As I am with him. He's an exceptional man, but I probably don't have to tell you that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, you don't,\" Sarah said, \"and it's no thanks to me that he turned out the way he did.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura had no idea how to respond to that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He hadn't told me about you or the baby.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I, um—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm surprised, that's all. I'd given up on him settling down and having a family.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I should tell you that I was briefly married, and the baby's father is my soon-to-be ex-husband.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sarah's face fell with disappointment. \"Oh.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura couldn't tell if that single word conveyed a world of judgment or understanding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I thought you and Owen—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We are,\" Laura said, blushing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Very much so. Owen has been such a good friend to me during a difficult time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's a caretaker. Always has been.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's very good at it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes.\" Sarah tugged at a string that had come loose on the quilt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Unfortunately, he had no choice but to become good at it when he was far too young for such responsibilities.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He doesn't blame you,\" Laura said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He should.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, he doesn't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't deserve him or any of them. Somehow, they all turned out beautifully despite me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's absolutely none of my business, but…\" Laura stopped herself, debating whether she should finish the thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her situation was hardly comparable to what Sarah was dealing with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Please, speak freely. I have very little pride left.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hearing her say that broke Laura's heart all over again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Six months ago, I was on the verge of marrying the man I thought was the love of my life. Nothing since then has turned out like I'd expected, but somehow I seem to be exactly where I belong. And all of the pain and disappointment led me to Owen. I can't help but hope the same thing might be possible for you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sarah attempted a smile, but it turned into a grimace when her ribs protested the small movement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What happened with your husband?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He failed to give up his dating life after we were married.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Sarah raised an eyebrow, Laura again caught a glimpse of Owen in the familiar expression. \"Is that right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uh-huh.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How'd you find out?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He made a date online with one of my bridesmaids. She'd noticed his profile was still active, so she started talking to him, to see what he would do. One thing led to another, and he made a date with her. She went to the restaurant to see if he'd have the nerve to actually show up, and there he was waiting for her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My goodness. How shocking that must've been for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura could vividly remember the moment her two best friends from childhood had come to her new apartment to tell her what they'd learned about her new husband. \"It was…awful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You were lucky to find out early on before things got worse.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She glanced at the window, lost in her own thoughts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was too bullheaded. I didn't listen to my parents or my friends who told me they didn't like the way he talked to me. If he talked to me that way in front of people, they'd say, what will it be like when you're alone?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura stayed quiet and let her get it out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He was charming and persuasive and ambitious. I fell so hard for him. It didn't take long to realize I'd married a monster. Back in those days, women with children and no way to support them didn't leave. We stayed and did the best we could with what we had.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She returned her gaze to Laura." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I admire the courage it took for you to leave him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura covered Sarah's cool hand with her much warmer one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have that same courage inside of you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sarah closed her hand around Laura's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not going back this time. I'm not sure what I'll do, but I can't go back to him. If I do, eventually he'll kill me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll stay right here with us for as long as you like. This hotel is much more yours than it'll ever be mine, and there's a place for you here for however long you wish to stay.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears sparkled in the gray eyes that were so much like Owen's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can see why my son cares so deeply for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's going to be okay,\" Laura said, squeezing Sarah's hand before releasing it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get some rest, and call me if I can get you anything.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you, honey.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura got up to leave the room and was startled to find Owen standing in the doorway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was relieved to see some color in his cheeks after the time outdoors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her heart gave a pitter-patter at the intense way he looked at her as she moved toward him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stepped aside to let her by and tugged the door closed behind her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you okay?\" she asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His shrug didn't tell her much, but the pain she saw in his eyes told the true story." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't know if he'd welcome her touch, but she couldn't contain the need to hold him and kiss him and care for him the way he'd cared for her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tentatively, she wound her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A long moment passed before his arms came around her in a looser than usual embrace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She realized he was so used to dealing with the pain on his own that he had no idea how to accept her comfort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm here, Owen,\" she said softly, not wanting to disturb the fragile peace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I'm right here. You don't have to do it alone anymore.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He released a deep breath, and with it, some of the tension began to leave his big frame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His forehead dropped to her shoulder, and his nose nuzzled her hair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura ran her hands over his back, wishing there was something she could say to make it better for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was about an undercooked chicken,\" he said many minutes later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At first, Laura didn't understand what he meant, and then it dawned on her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The undercooked chicken had sparked his father's rage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's going to be different this time,\" Laura said, hoping she was right." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she raised his hopes only to see them dashed, she'd never forgive herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She seems determined to leave him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She has been before.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Have the police ever been involved?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's always managed to evade them and never filed a report before.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's a good sign that she's taking that step.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hope you're right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have you talked to your siblings yet?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wanted to wait until she saw David and Blaine took the report.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why don't you go on out to the porch and call them now? I'll stay close by in case she needs anything.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He drew back from her but kept a firm grip on her hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was on the beach just now thinking about everything that's happened, and it occurred to me that maybe you'd be better off taking a step back from me. Things are bound to get ugly with my father, and the situation with Justin—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With her heart aching at the thought of losing him, she shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Think about it, Laura. Justin won't give you the divorce as long as we're together, and with everything that's going on in my family—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We need each other more than ever,\" she said firmly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I told you I love you. Do you think that means I cut and run the first time things get a little difficult?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stared at her, incredulous." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A little difficult? Do you have any idea how my father is going to react to being arrested? If it goes to court, we'll have to testify. All of us—possibly even you, too, if you stick around, since you saw her in this condition. It's going to be a whole lot more than a little difficult for a long time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I stick around?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She made a huge effort to keep the panic out of her voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She told herself he was reacting to the emotion of the situation, and it had nothing to do with them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where exactly would I go?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He ran his hands through his hair, frustration rippling off him in waves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not suggesting you go anywhere. I'm suggesting that maybe this isn't the time for us to be together.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When would the right time be? Can you tell me that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since he had no ready answer to that question, she bit back the panic and pressed on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Our timing has been off from the very beginning, but that didn't stop us from becoming friends or falling in love or making a commitment to each other.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Laura—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm holding you to that commitment, Owen. You made promises to me. You said you love me and that you'd love my baby.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even though tears threatened to derail her, she forced them back, knowing she needed to be strong for both of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Didn't you mean that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I did.\" He sounded so wounded and so desperately unhappy, and she knew that neither had anything at all to do with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know I did.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't let him take something else from you. He took your childhood and your sense of security and your chance to go to college. Don't let him take me, too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She stepped toward him to close the yawning chasm he'd tried to build between them and rested her hands on his chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Under her palms, his heart beat hard and fast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't let him win, Owen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's going to get so ugly, Princess. You have no idea.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's nothing I can't handle if it means I get to be with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You say that now—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll say that forever.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He leaned his forehead on hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're too damned stubborn for your own good.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You love that about me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, I do.\" His arms came around her in the fierce embrace she'd grown accustomed to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I love you so goddamned much. I don't want you anywhere near the ugliness.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want to be wherever you are—good, bad or ugly.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How'd I get so lucky to find you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We both got lucky, and if we hold on tight to this precious love we have between us, there's nothing we can't get through together.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm going to take your word for that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good,\" she said, relieved and overwhelmed to know that no matter what the future might bring, they'd face it together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Epilogue" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"One more big push, Laura,\" said Victoria, the midwife, from her perch between Laura's legs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind Laura, Owen propped her up and wiped a cool cloth over her forehead as he had for hours now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So tired,\" Laura said, panting between contractions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know, honey,\" he said, \"but you're almost there. I know you can do it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His calm, steady support had gotten her this far, and she'd be damned if she'd let him down now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As a blizzard howled outside the warm confines of the clinic, Laura bore down on the next contraction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pain was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and for an instant, she wondered if the baby was capable of splitting her in half." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's it!\" Victoria said. \"You did it!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The baby screamed in protest as it emerged into a world of bright lights and frightening noises." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've got a gorgeous baby boy,\" Victoria said as she quickly cleared his airway and cleaned him up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"With all his fingers and toes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wrapped him in a receiving blanket and handed him to his exhausted mother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, a boy,\" Laura said as she took her first look at the scrunched-up face and the tiny mouth that formed a perfect O to express his outrage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was so glad now that she'd waited to find out what she was having until he arrived." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His head was covered in glossy dark hair that reminded Laura of Justin's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She blinked back the torrent of tears that spilled from her eyes so she could see every detail of the little face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My God, look at him,\" Owen said reverently. \"He's beautiful.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd say he's pretty close to nine pounds,\" Victoria said. \"Well done, Mom.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll give you a minute to get acquainted, and then I'll be back with David to check on both of you,\" Victoria said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Laura said, unable to tear her gaze off her newborn son." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Owen's hand covered hers as she held the baby." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With his free hand, he used a tissue to mop up her tears and then grabbed a second one to deal with his own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's true what they say.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's that?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The minute you see the baby, you forget all about what you went through to have him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know if I'll ever forget it. You were amazing, honey.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So were you.\" She tipped her head back for a kiss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I never could've done it without you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He caressed her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, you could have.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Victoria popped her head into the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We've got some anxious grandparents and an uncle out here waiting to meet the new arrival. Mind if I show them in?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Please do,\" Laura said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her father and brother escorted Owen's mother into the room a minute later." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, let me see him,\" Frank said, leaning over the bedrail for a closer look at his new grandson. \"He's beautiful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your daughter was amazing, Frank,\" Owen said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A true warrior goddess.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have no doubt,\" Frank said, kissing Laura's cheek." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She always has been. Are you okay, honey?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Never been better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What'll you name him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sarah asked as the baby curled a hand around her finger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was thinking about Francis,\" Laura said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Absolutely not!\" Frank and Shane said together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why not?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's an awful name to pin on a little guy,\" Shane said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd joined them at the hotel right before Christmas and had become an invaluable member of the renovation team." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was also helping Mac and Luke with the installation of new laundry and restroom facilities at the marina and had committed to staying on through the spring to help out with the new low-income houses they'd be building on the Chesterfield property." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I want to name him after you,\" Laura said to her father." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And I'm honored, honey. I truly am, but don't do that to him. Give him a good, strong first name, and I'll allow Francis as a middle name.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He still thinks he's the boss of me,\" Laura said to Owen and Sarah, who laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sarah laughed more often now that her bruises had healed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her husband was prohibited to have any contact with her as the case wound its way through the courts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura would've been lost without Sarah the last few months as the pregnancy made it impossible for her to do half the things that needed to be done at the hotel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sarah had stepped in ably, throwing herself into the project with a passion Owen said he'd never seen from her before." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'couple' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After growing up in the hotel, Sarah had many stories to share, such as the one about the second-floor guestroom where a young couple had spent their only two nights as a married couple before he shipped off to World War II." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd been killed nine months later without ever seeing his young wife again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura had suggested they name the room after the couple, an idea Sarah, Adele and Owen had loved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That had led to a mission to the basement, where Adele had told Laura she would find much of the original furnishings in storage as well as logbooks full of stories about other guests who'd come and gone over the years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura and Sarah had spent many a cozy winter day in front of the fire, thumbing through the yellowed books, mining for nuggets they could use to tell the story of the fabled hotel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Each room now bore the name of a guest who'd celebrated a significant milestone there, along with a framed telling of the guest's story inside the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Enlisting the help of Evan and Grant, Owen and Shane had moved much of the original furniture out of the basement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After she returned from her honeymoon to the Bahamas in January, Syd had deemed some pieces salvageable while others were relegated to the junk pile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the winter unfolded, the renovation had progressed along with Laura's pregnancy, until Owen and Sarah had proclaimed her on maternity leave a week before the baby's arrival." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since she was too big and ungainly to be of much use to anyone, she'd ceded to their wishes and allowed Owen to wait on her hand and foot, the way he had in their early months together when she'd been so sick in the mornings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And now, looking down at her baby son, she was filled with gratitude for the many blessings in her life and apprehensive about the phone call she needed to make." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have to call Justin.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\" Owen disentangled himself from her and got off the bed, stretching out the kinks from hours of supporting her through the most strenuous part of her labor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He rooted around in the bag she'd packed for the hospital, produced her cell phone and handed it to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll give you some privacy,\" he said, leaning over to kiss her and then the baby." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Frank, Sarah and Shane kissed Laura and the baby before they followed Owen from the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do you think?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she whispered to the baby, who watched her every move with unseeing eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd read that it would take a while for his vision to become clear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Should we call your other daddy and let him know you've arrived?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even all these months later, the idea of speaking to Justin filled her belly with butterflies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He answered on the first ring. \"Laura?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, it's me, and a brand new baby boy calling to say hello.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh. Wow. Are you okay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're great.\" She couldn't take her eyes off the miracle in her arms, who pursed his tiny pink lips as if engaged in deep thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's got your dark hair.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that so?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't get too excited. I read that the hair they're born with often falls out in the first few months.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Will you send me some pictures?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What will you name him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was going to name him Francis after my father, but he won't hear of it. He says it's an awful name to give a little kid.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have to agree with him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I figured you might. Any suggestions?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've always been partial to Matthew or maybe John.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Matthew Francis Newsome?\" Laura said, gauging the baby's reaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think he likes it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It does sound kind of boring. What do you like? Didn't you have a list of names going from the time you were a little kid?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" she said, touched that he'd remembered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I like Holden and Austin.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Both good strong names. What does he think?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura smiled at the way Justin was accommodating her whimsy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd come a long way in the last few months and were trying to work out their differences amicably." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura suspected he'd met someone new, which had facilitated his newfound willingness to compromise—that and the pressure the senior partner at his firm had put on him not to further irritate Judge Frank McCarthy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I got a gurgle on Holden but not much of a reaction to Austin.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then Holden it is. Holden Francis Newsome?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Holden Francis Newsome,\" she said to the baby and watched in delight as he tried to kick his legs within the tight confines of the blanket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think we've got a winner.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thanks for allowing me to be a part of that, Laura. I know I haven't done much to endear myself to you in the last nine months, but I'm glad to hear you and the baby are well.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" she said, moved by the effort he was making." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your dad has something with him that I asked him to give you after the baby arrived.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Signed divorce papers.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura gasped. Despite the effort they'd both been making to be more civil, she'd thought they were still a long way from brokering a settlement in the divorce. \"What changed?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You won't believe it, but my mom had a come-to-Jesus conversation with me,\" he said, sounding sheepish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Apparently, she heard about what happened between us from Mrs. Harrigan.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ahhh,\" Laura said. Mrs. Harrigan's daughter Tamara had been one of the bridesmaids who'd set up the phony date with Justin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She was extremely disappointed, and by the time she was through with me, I was ashamed of myself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura winced, imagining the scene." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your mom is one to be reckoned with.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Indeed.\" His tone sounded almost regretful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She also reminded me that we've got a child to consider, and it's best for him if we make an attempt to be civil.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I completely agree. Thank you—and your mom.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura couldn't believe this was happening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What about the custody arrangement?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I agreed to your request—occasional weekends when he's older, alternating holidays, two weeks in the summer. I want to be part of his life, even if I'm no longer a part of yours.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As long as we share a child, you'll always be part of my life, Justin.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I suppose you'll want to marry the surfer dude once you're free of me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled at the way he described Owen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If only he knew how much substance the \"surfer dude\" brought to their relationship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We haven't gotten that far.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As long as she was still married to Justin, there hadn't been much point in discussing their future." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd like to come see the baby in the next week or so. Whenever you're up for it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course. I'll call you when we're home and settled.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you for giving me a son, Laura. I'm sorry for what happened between us. I regret that I hurt you—and I felt that way before my mother laid into me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Things work out the way they're meant to.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Owen stuck his head in the door, and Laura waved him in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I really believe that,\" she added to Justin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't forget to send pictures.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I won't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He paused for a moment before he said, \"You may not believe this, Laura, but I did love you, and I married you for the right reasons. Afterward, I don't know what happened… I freaked out, I guess. I couldn't believe you actually left me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Astounded, she said, \"What did you think I'd do when I found out what you were up to?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I never expected you to find out. It was stupid. In hindsight, I wasn't ready to be married, but I was so afraid of losing you. And then when I did…I behaved badly, and I'm sorry about that. I really am.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's in the past now,\" Laura said, filled with relief that they were finally moving past the ugliness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All that matters now is this beautiful baby who needs both his parents in his life.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He'll have us both,\" Justin said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Take care of yourself. And the baby.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will.\" Laura ended the call and realized she had tears streaming down her cheeks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Owen's sunny disposition immediately darkened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did he say something to upset you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Quite the opposite. Apparently, he signed the divorce papers. My dad has them with him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Owen's mouth fell open, and his gray eyes went wide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you kidding me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nope.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He really signed the papers.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura laughed at his reaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's what he said.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And the custody agreement?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That, too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Owen's whoop startled the baby, who'd been dozing in his mother's arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He let out a lusty wail of dismay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sorry,\" Owen said sheepishly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's okay. He's probably hungry anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shifted on the bed, and her entire body protested the movement. \"God, everything hurts.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me help you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took the baby until she was able to find a more comfortable position." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura wiggled her way out of the hospital gown, freeing breasts that had become embarrassingly large in the final weeks of her pregnancy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she was ready, she reached for the baby." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's give this a whirl, shall we?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took several attempts, but the baby finally latched on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Would you look at that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Owen seemed awestruck by the sight of the baby's tiny mouth tugging on her nipple. \"Does it hurt?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, but it feels kind of weird.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I suppose it will until you get used to it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He brushed her hair back from her face and leaned in to kiss her softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've never been more beautiful than you are right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura released an unsteady laugh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You might need to invest in some glasses, Mr. Lawry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shaking his head, he stole another kiss and ran a finger over her breast, tracing a vein that stood out vividly against her pale skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gorgeous.\" He turned his attention to the baby, letting his finger glide over the dampness on his little cheek. \"What's his name?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Holden Francis.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Holden. I like it. It suits him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think so, too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The baby chose that moment to release her nipple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura lifted him so Owen could kiss the baby's forehead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Holden, say hello to your second daddy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knowing the role Owen planned to play in her child's life, the title of stepfather didn't seem appropriate, so Laura had long ago decided that her child would have two daddies, and that would be that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Very nice to finally meet you, Holden,\" Owen said, shaking his little hand gently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So what brought on Justin's change of heart?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Apparently, his mother laid into him and told him to do what was best for the baby.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank goodness someone finally got through to him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He was very nice just now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She glanced at Owen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He told me he did love me but wasn't ready to be married. It was nice to hear that he married me for the right reasons.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course he did, Princess. That's why he was such an ass when you left. I'd go batshit crazy if you ever left me, so I get that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No worries about me going anywhere. I'm afraid you're stuck with us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Owen leaned in to steal a kiss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank God for that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura transferred the baby to her other breast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he latched on like an old pro, she smiled up at Owen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Check him out. He's clearly gifted.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Clearly,\" Owen said, amused by her delight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So when will this divorce of yours be final?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Six months.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He counted on his fingers. \"August.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That'd be a fine time for a wedding on our new deck at the Surf, wouldn't you agree?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura could almost feel the soft summer breeze on her face and pictured the sun setting over the ocean." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd say that sounds about perfect.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Consider it a plan.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't like to make plans,\" she teased." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That was the old me. The new me is all about making plans, as long as they include you and the little guy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somehow he managed to get on the bed with them and arrange her so he was supporting her and the baby, surrounding them with his love." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This, right here, is about as close to perfect as it gets.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he spoke, his lips brushed against her forehead in a soft kiss." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She leaned her head on his chest, happier than she'd ever been in her life. \"Yes, it is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Turn the page for a special added extra short story: A Gansett Island Wedding. . ." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A Gansett Island Wedding" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sydney Donovan & Luke Harris" }, { "from": "human", "value": "invite you to join them as they" }, { "from": "human", "value": "exchange wedding vows on Christmas Eve" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "at their home on Gansett Island" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ceremony at 7 p.m." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reception immediately following" }, { "from": "human", "value": "All day, Luke had expected to feel nervous." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At thirty-seven, he was about to be married for the first time, to the woman he'd spent half a lifetime waiting for." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now, as he donned the jacket to the black suit Syd had picked out for him during a trip to the mainland, Luke still didn't feel nervous." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was ready to take this step with the only woman he'd ever loved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The one thing that would've made this day completely perfect was if his mother had lived to see it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd always loved Syd and had championed their teenage romance, while the Donovans had disapproved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her support had meant the world to them back then, and it would've pleased her greatly to know they'd ended up together after a long and winding road." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd given Syd his mother's diamond earrings as a wedding gift and couldn't wait to see how they looked on her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A knock on the bedroom door had Luke turning away from the mirror. \"Come in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mac McCarthy stepped into the room, also dressed in a dark suit with a red tie in deference to the season." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With him was his father, Big Mac, who'd been the closest thing Luke had ever had to a father of his own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You clean up well, Mr. Harris,\" Mac said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Same to you, Mr. McCarthy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You both look pretty good for a couple of ugly dudes,\" Big Mac said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gee, thanks, Dad.\" Mac held up the red rose boutonniere that matched the one on his lapel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm told it's my job as the best man to make sure your flower's on straight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do your worst.\" Luke forced himself to stand still while Mac attempted to secure the stem." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Step aside, son,\" Big Mac said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let an expert handle this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Big Mac had the flower in place ten seconds later. \"There.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I could've done that if you'd given me a chance,\" Mac muttered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luke looked up at the older man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you.\" There was more he wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Apparently, he didn't need words, because Big Mac understood. He always did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Big Mac patted Luke's face and hugged him. \"Congratulations, son.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luke clung to him for a brief moment and then pulled back before he humiliated himself by bawling like a baby." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His every emotion was hovering on the surface today, threatening to break free at any second." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mac rested his hands on Luke's shoulders. \"Are you ready?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yep.\" Luke retrieved a jeweler's box from his dresser that contained both rings and handed it to Mac. \"Don't lose them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mac laughed. \"I'll see if I can hold on to them for the next twenty minutes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thanks, Mac. For being my best man and for being such a good friend.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mac replied with a backslapping hug." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My pleasure. I'm happy for you, man.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He straightened Luke's tie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Syd will be here any minute.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's get this bromance on the road to the living room, shall we?\" Luke said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lead the way,\" Mac replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the bedroom where Syd had spent every summer of her childhood, she fastened the back of the diamond earrings Luke had given her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd belonged to the mother he'd loved and lost far too young." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The slight tremble in Syd's fingers was the first sign of nerves she'd experienced all day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the full-length mirror, she took a final look at the simple cream silk gown she'd chosen for her second wedding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was sleeveless with classic, elegant lines and no train." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd gathered her hair into a loose knot at her nape that showed off the gorgeous earrings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wandering to the window, she looked out at the snowy landscape that led to the empty Salt Pond." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the summer, the pond was chockablock full of boats and activity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today, it was desolate, and the view stretched unimpaired all the way to the Coast Guard station that guarded the entrance to the vast pond." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sydney thought of all the summer nights she'd snuck out of this house as a teenager to make love with Luke on the beach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She remembered the fine art of sneaking back in before dawn and being so certain each time that she was going to be caught." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Those summers had been among the happiest days of her life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then they'd grown up, and she'd gone off to college and met Seth, the man she'd married and had two children with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though she'd been happy with Seth and wild about her kids, she'd never forgotten her first love or forgiven herself for leaving for college one September and never returning to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hadn't seen Luke again until the previous summer, when she'd come home to the island to pick up the pieces of her shattered life and Luke had come to find her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd been together again ever since." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wandering to the bedside table, she picked up one of the many pictures of Seth and the kids that her mother kept in the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd been gone nearly two years now, taken by a drunk driver in an accident that had left her badly injured and her life in tatters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Syd ran a finger over the three dear faces: Seth, so handsome and full of life and plans and ideas; Max, with his father's dark hair and eyes and intellect; and Malena, a girl from the top of her silky dark head to the tips of her polished toes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The kids had been seven and five at the time of the accident, their lives just getting started." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hoped they were looking down on her today and blessing this new union with Luke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a kiss to the cool glass that covered the picture, Syd returned the frame to the table and dabbed at the moisture collecting at the corners of her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today wasn't a day for tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today was a day for joy and new beginnings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A light tap on the door stirred Syd from her musings. \"Come in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey,\" her best friend, Maddie McCarthy, said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you ready?\" Maddie stepped into the room, gorgeous in a red silk gown that emphasized her extravagant curves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wow, look at you! Oh, Syd… You look amazing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So do you! That color is perfect on you. Not bad for a couple of old broads, huh?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not bad at all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maddie took a closer look at her friend. \"Are you okay?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, I'm good.\" She glanced at the photo by the bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A little emotional, but I suppose that's to be expected.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maddie reached for Syd's hand and gave it a squeeze." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course it is. I have to believe they're here with you today and they'd approve of what you're doing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hope so. Life has a funny way of marching forward even when you think it's over.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maddie blinked back tears of her own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm so proud of you, Syd.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of me? Why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It would've been so much easier to curl up in a ball and turn your back on what was left of your own life. You didn't do that. You chose to live, and that wasn't the easy path.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sydney smiled. They'd been friends since a long-ago summer job at an ice-cream shop in town." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You all didn't give me much choice. You and Luke and everyone here dragged me out of my grief and gave me a reason to keep going.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was no hardship on our part, believe me. We're thrilled to have you here with us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maddie gave her a quick hug." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's not keep your groom waiting.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, let's not. He's already waited long enough for me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The home Luke had once shared with his mother was Sydney's home now, too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd decorated the outside with twinkling white lights that greeted Syd when she arrived with her parents and Maddie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As they drove down the long driveway that was lined with cars, Syd's heart began to race with excitement and nerves and anticipation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She closed her eyes and imagined how handsome Luke would look in the suit they'd chosen on a trip to the mainland." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His silky dark hair would be shiny from the shower, his handsome face freshly shaven, and his brown eyes would be steady and sure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd always been so sure about them, despite what she'd put him through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd broken his heart when she left him without a word all those years ago, but he'd been good enough to forgive her, and their second chance had quite simply saved her life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now they would get their forever, and she couldn't wait." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luke had shoveled a path around the house to the kitchen entrance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taking her father's arm, Sydney raised her skirt and traversed the path illuminated by the outdoor lights she and Luke had installed in the fall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They stepped into the kitchen to a roar of voices and laughter from the living room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Syd's mom turned to her and helped to remove Sydney's cream wool cape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You look absolutely lovely, honey.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thanks, Mom.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll hope and pray for your every happiness.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grateful for her parents' blessing of a union with a man they'd once disapproved of, Sydney hugged her mother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you for everything. I never would've made it through without you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, honey,\" Mary Alice said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't make me cry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sorry,\" Syd said with a smile for her mom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll see you in there,\" Mary Alice said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maddie's caramel-colored eyes were bright with excitement when she handed Syd her bouquet of Christmas greens, fragrant white lilies and red roses. \"Shall we?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ready, Dad?\" Syd asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Whenever you are, my love,\" Allan Donovan said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then let's do it,\" Syd said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maddie signaled to someone in the next room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luke had asked if he could be in charge of the music, so it was a total surprise to Sydney when their friends Owen Lawry and Evan McCarthy played the Firehouse song \"Love of a Lifetime,\" the same song Syd and Luke had danced to at a party their first summer together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The song and the memories it resurrected took Syd's breath away as she was transported back to the sweetness of first love, the heart-pounding excitement and the joy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd loved him from the very beginning, and he'd loved her just as much." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd never stopped loving her, even during all the years they'd been apart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And now he waited in the next room, ready to bind his life to hers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sydney slipped her hand into the crook of her father's arm. \"Let's go, Dad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every eye was on the doorway from the kitchen when Maddie stepped into the room looking gorgeous in a floor-length red dress and carrying a bouquet of red and white flowers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luke scanned the gathering of friends and family." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Adam McCarthy, home on Gansett for the holidays, stood next to his parents, Big Mac and Linda." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Next to them were Grant McCarthy and his fiancée, Stephanie Logan, Evan's girlfriend, Grace Ryan, and Owen's girlfriend, Laura McCarthy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Joe Cantrell and his wife, Janey McCarthy Cantrell, were home from Ohio for a couple of weeks during Janey's winter break from veterinary school." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Standing behind his wife, Joe rested his hands on the small baby bump that rounded Janey's abdomen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sydney's new friend Jenny Wilks, the lighthouse keeper, was there, along with Seamus O'Grady, who ran the ferry company in Joe's absence, Joe's mom, Carolina, Maddie's sister, Tiffany, the island's police chief, Blaine Taylor, Luke's friend and the island's number-one pilot, Slim Jackson, and cab driver extraordinaire Ned Saunders and his fiancée, Francine Chester, who was Maddie and Tiffany's mom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sydney had debated about whether to invite her friends from Wellesley, where she'd lived with Seth and the kids." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the end, she'd decided against inviting them, since they were short on space and wanted to be able to include all their island friends." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Syd planned to send an announcement to the rest of her friends after they returned from their honeymoon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luke glanced at Mac, who watched his wife come toward them with a look of unabashed love etched on his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maddie sent her husband a flirtatious smile as she took her place across from Luke and Mac in front of the hearth that burned brightly behind them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sydney had decorated the mantel with fragrant evergreens, pine boughs and candles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the far corner, the Christmas tree sparkled with white lights and gold ornaments." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Syd and her dad appeared in the doorway, every thought drained from Luke's mind except for one—he was a lucky son of a bitch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Look at her. Oh my God." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment, he stopped breathing until Mac nudged him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Breathe,\" Mac whispered, amused by Luke's reaction to his bride." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luke had spent so many long, cold, lonely winters in this house after his mother died, wishing for everything he now had." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Syd came toward him on the arm of her father, she was the answer to his every prayer, the love of his lifetime." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Reverend Joshua Banks, the new pastor of the island's nondenominational church, was performing his first wedding since arriving a week ago." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Allan Donovan escorted his gorgeous daughter the short way from the kitchen to where her fiancé waited for her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before Allan left Sydney, he hugged Luke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Take good care of my girl.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will, sir.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Allan kissed his daughter and stepped back to join his wife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luke felt like his heart would explode from the overload of emotion that hit him when his eyes connected with Syd's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took her hand and brought it to his lips. \"You're beautiful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're not too bad yourself,\" she said with the grin that was so her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dearly beloved,\" Joshua began." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next few minutes passed in a blur for Luke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd never remember what Joshua said about marriage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He would, however, remember the vows—to love, honor, protect and cherish." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd remember the slide of white gold as Syd put the ring on his finger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd remember the look in her eyes when he put the matching band on her finger, where it joined the engagement ring he'd chosen for her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most of all, he'd remember when Joshua declared her his wife and told him he could kiss her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luke would never forget the moment when his lips met hers or the surge of love and desire that filled his heart and soul." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, finally, finally." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mac cleared his throat next to them, reminding Luke they had guests and a party to see to before they could be alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reluctantly, Luke stepped back from his wife and noticed the high color of excitement in her cheeks as he squeezed her hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She returned the squeeze and smiled at him, happier than he'd ever seen her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing made him happier than her happiness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr. and Mrs. Luke Harris,\" Joshua said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their friends applauded as Mac said, \"Let's party!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They posed for pictures, they ate, they drank, they danced, they laughed, and when Owen and Evan picked up their guitars, they sang—loudly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the most fun Sydney had had in longer than she could remember." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And when she asked Owen and Evan to play \"Love of a Lifetime\" one more time so she could dance with her husband, they gladly complied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't believe you remembered this song,\" Syd said, looking up at her gorgeous husband." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I remember everything.\" He'd removed his suit coat and tie as soon as he could, and Sydney had teased him about breaking his personal record for the most hours in a tie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd done it for her, he'd said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking down at her now, he said, \"Are you happy?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So happy? You?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's the word for beyond happy?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thrilled.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" he said, kissing her softly. \"I'm thrilled.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As all the noise and laughter from the party faded away, they moved together with the easy grace they'd known together since the very beginning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When are they going to leave?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he whispered in her ear, making her laugh and shiver in anticipation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Soon, I hope.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I told you we should've booked a room somewhere so we could leave.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And I told you I wanted to wake up here, in our home, on Christmas.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you'd listened to me, we could leave right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It won't kill you to wait another hour.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It might.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The party broke up right after midnight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mac and Maddie stayed a short time longer to help clean up the worst of the mess." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We did what we could,\" Maddie said, taking a wary look around at the carnage in the kitchen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't worry about it,\" Syd said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll deal with it tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can come back to help if you want.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Absolutely not! Have a wonderful Christmas with your family, and don't worry about us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you having dinner with your folks?\" Maddie asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Later in the day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even though Syd would've preferred to spend the entire day with only Luke, she'd never leave her parents alone on Christmas, a day that reminded them all of what they'd lost so tragically." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This year was a time for new beginnings, and Syd was determined to get through the holiday looking forward rather than backward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She gave Maddie a hug." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thanks again for all the help with the wedding.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was so much fun. I couldn't be happier for both of you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She drew back from Sydney and reached for her husband." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come on, Mac. The newlyweds want to be alone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can we play newlywed when we get home?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mac asked his wife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The slight slur to his speech had Maddie rolling her eyes as she patted his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you can stay awake while I drive you home, we'll see.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can stay awake, baby.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luke closed the door behind them, locked it and waited until they were in their car before he turned off the outside lights." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well,\" Sydney said, eyeing the wreckage that was their kitchen, \"that went well.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Very well,\" Luke said, coming toward her with intent in his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He took her hands and backed out of the kitchen, bringing her with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We should do something about the mess.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stopped her with a passionate kiss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time they came up for air, her arms were looped around his neck and his were tight around her waist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tomorrow,\" he said again, walking backward to the bedroom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh,\" she said at the sight that greeted them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone—probably Maddie and Janey, if she had to guess—had sprinkled rose petals on the bed and filled the room with candles. \"Wow.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's in the bag?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luke asked, pointing to a gift bag on the bedside table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sydney went over to look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's from Tiffany. The note says, 'A few things from my new store to get your marriage off to the right start. Much love and happiness, Tiffany.'\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why am I a little scared of what's in there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe because it's from Tiffany?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Syd said with a laugh as she withdrew a red silk nightgown, a bottle of massage oil and an object Syd couldn't identify." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What the heck is this?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a purple piece of rubber with one wide end and another narrower end." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luke busted up laughing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, it's a vibrator, babe.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh.\" Sydney felt heat creep from her chest to her face as she dropped it back into the gift bag." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luke laughed again at her reaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What kind of store, exactly, is Tiffany planning to open?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he asked as he pulled off his dress shirt and came around to her side of the bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think we just got a sneak peek.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That ought to be interesting on this island.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No kidding.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let me see that nightgown.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sydney handed him the slinky red concoction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He held it up for inspection, which was when she noticed the material that would cover her breasts was entirely sheer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Very nice,\" he said. \"Put it on.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know. It's not really my style.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, yes, it is.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How do you figure?\" she asked, perplexed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's sexy. That makes it your style. I want to see it on you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're awfully bossy tonight, Mr. Harris.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm your husband now, Mrs. Harris,\" he said with a sexy grin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have to obey me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That was not in the vows.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, that was an oversight. How'd I let that get by me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shook her head at his silliness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Will you unzip me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"With pleasure.\" He kissed and nibbled her shoulder while he pulled down the zipper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You were so beautiful tonight, Syd. Mac had to remind me to breathe.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's sweet of you to say.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With her zipper open, he slid his work-roughened hands over her back and around to her belly, making her quiver with anticipation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I had this image in my mind of what you might look like as a bride, but you blew me away with the real thing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Was the wedding okay? You've never done this before—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was perfect.\" He rested his chin on her shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Want to know why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Uh-huh.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because you were the bride. That was the only part that mattered to me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Luke…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go get changed,\" he said, his lips skimming her neck. \"Hurry.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After he released her, Syd's legs were unsteady as she went into the bathroom to remove her dress and put on the scandalous concoction Tiffany had left for her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was even more scandalous on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sure enough, her breasts were easily visible through the sheer fabric, and the hem barely covered all the important parts, ending at the very top of her thighs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I look like a porn star in this thing,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That I've got to see. Come on out and show me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Patience.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have none left after this endless day.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Syd let down her hair and ran a brush through it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She washed off her makeup and brushed her teeth, all the while feeling like a trollop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What had Tiffany been thinking?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well, Syd thought, here goes nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The moment she stepped into the bedroom where Luke reclined on the bed in his boxers Sydney got what Tiffany had been thinking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The look on her husband's face was positively lecherous." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think I'm having a heart attack.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you need some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Desperately.\" He held out his arms to her. \"Revive me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She eyed the significant bulge in the front of his underwear as she came down on top of him \"One part of you is already revived.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This thing was made for you,\" he said as he smoothed his hands over the silk that covered her back until he was cupping her buttocks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's trampy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's gorgeous. You're gorgeous. And all mine. Forever. Do you know how happy that makes me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How happy?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The happiest I've ever been in my entire life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Knowing that makes me happy,\" she said, kissing him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He deserved nothing less." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So I've been thinking a lot about something we talked about a long time ago, and now that we're married…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uh-oh. Is this the part when you become someone totally different now that you've gotten me to the altar?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Haha. Not at all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What've you been thinking about, love?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I might want to try to have another baby.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The hands that had been moving so seductively on her bottom stilled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I thought you couldn't.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I want to look into having the tubal ligation reversed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Really?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She nodded. \"What do you think?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not sure. I'd made peace with the fact that we wouldn't have any children, and I'm fine with that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't you want kids?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The bigger question is whether you do. You once said you didn't feel like you could take that risk again. That you'd always be worried about something happening.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've thought a lot about that and about what you said then—that we don't know anyone else in the world who lost both their kids the way I did, so maybe I've had my bad luck. At least I hope so. I can't live in fear, you know?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're so courageous, Syd. The most courageous person I know. If you want to try this, we'll try it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Really? You're sure?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He nodded and brought her down to him for a deep kiss full of love and longing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His arms tightened around her as he turned them so he was on top." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking down at her, his eyes skimmed over her face as if he were memorizing every detail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" she asked, reaching up to caress his cheek." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't believe you're my wife.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Believe it. You're stuck with me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I feel like the luckiest guy in the world tonight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I feel pretty darned lucky, too. I thought my life was over, and there you were to show me there's still so much more.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gathered her up and held her so tightly she could feel his heart beating in time with hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he raised his head, the love she saw shining down on her made her lightheaded and giddy and so very thankful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smoothed her hands over his back and under the waistband of his boxers, edging them down as she went." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is there something I can do for you, wife?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. You can love me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Already do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pressed her pelvis against his erection. \"Prove it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Happy to.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hurry,\" she said as she helped him remove his underwear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His erection lay heavy, hard and hot against her belly as she squirmed under him, trying to get him where she wanted him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want you,\" she said, in case she was being ambiguous. \"Now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So demanding. I never saw this side of you before I married you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, you did. Now hush up and do what you're told like an obedient husband.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laughing softly, he said, \"Yes, ma'am,\" and slid into her in one smooth thrust." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\" She arched her back and curled her legs around his hips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's what I wanted.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He bent his head to nuzzle her nipple through the fabric of the nightgown, if one could call it that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Syd was so ready for him that it took only a few tugs of his lips on her nipple and a few thrusts of his cock to get her primed and ready to fly. \"Luke…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What, honey?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Faster.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Grasping her hips, he gave her what she wanted until they came together in a moment of perfection so sweet it brought tears to her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She descended from the high to find him placing soft kisses on her face and lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So beautiful,\" he said reverently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, it is.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I meant you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I meant us.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That, too,\" he said, smiling.\n\nSyd wrapped her arms tight around her new husband, thrilled that she got to spend forever with him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Narrative Continuation Protocol:\nQuantity: 7 sentences\nStyle: Rosalyn Briar\nGenre: fantasy, romance, LGBT\nContext: Part of larger work" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilura's silence is palpable as she styles my hair for the date with Anders. Her mood hangs like static in the air between us. I thought she'd be pleased I chose a conservative white dress instead of a sheer one she designed. As I dab a little color onto my lips, Lilura tugs my hair hard.\n\n\"Ouch!\" I rub my scalp and glare at her. \"Would you rather me send for my handmaids to help me get ready?\"\n\n\"No.\" Lilura continues working her fingers to create an intricate braid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That will not be necessary.\"\n\n\"LiLi, I know you're upset about these dates, but it's not my fault! You think I want to be alone with Anders?\" I feign a gag. \"At least some of the suitors failed the language test! Our plan is working!\"\n\nI'm met with nothing but Lilura's pursed lips, concentrated brows, and intense silence. I can't stand her being angry with me. What will raise her spirits?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How was your lesson with Nilson today?\" I ask." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One side of her lip rises. \"Wonderful. I'm excited to learn from him. Today he showed me the most incredible…\" She trails off.\n\n\"What was incredible?\"\n\n\"Oh, just Nilson's deep well of knowledge.\"\n\nLiLi's holding something back, and I know not to push it. She's already upset with me. But at least I have her here right now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I caress her hand. \"That's wonderful, LiLi. It must be lonely to be the only sorceress around. I'm grateful you have someone to teach you.\"\n\nShe doesn't reply. When she finishes my hair, I sigh and stand to leave.\n\n\"Wait,\" Lilura says. She reaches into her cloak and presents a new vial of pearl dust. \"For protection.\"\n\nThat brings a grin to my lips. Although I don't like what she suffers to enchant the powder, it shows me she still cares.\n\nI let her dust the shimmery powder on my face, cleavage, and hair as I fidget and bounce on the balls of my feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm nervous about being in public with him. What will the citizens say?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't worry about the whispers, my love. You're not that person anymore.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilura grabs me and kisses me hard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I melt into her with ease now that she's showing me some affection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She always makes me feel so safe." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'cloak'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As we pull our lips away, my eyes travel down to the cleavage peeking out from the gap in her cloak. Heat builds between my legs. She giggles as she pulls her cloak shut and shakes her head.\n\n\"I really don't want to leave you for a silly date,\" I say and bite my lip.\n\n\"I know. Don't have too much fun tonight.\" Lilura winks and reaches for the bedsheet on the mirror. \"Do you want to see how you look?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No.\" I play with the end of my white braid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Especially now since I look more like the doppelgänger than ever.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You look divine,\" she says and hands me my white, crushed-velvet cloak.\n\nI set off to meet Anders, who said he would wait in the grand foyer. The scallop-shaped mirrors in the hallway reflect the flickering candles of the wall sconces. I sense a set of opaline eyes watching me, so I increase my pace. The doppelgänger appears in every mirror, mouth wide and silently screaming for my attention. Cold air stifles my breathing. My foot catches on an ornate carpet, and I stumble." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'helps' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dashing down the stairs, I trip on the last tread and fall into Anders' arms.\n\n\"Hello, beautiful.\" He helps me stand and studies my face while his hands linger a little too long on my waist. \"Is someone nervous for our date?\"\n\n\"No,\" I say, catching my breath. \"I got spooked by something upstairs. I'll be fine.\"\n\nHis eyes scan my gown before he helps me slip on my cloak. \"You should've worn your dress from this morning. I rather enjoyed that one.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I bet you did.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rolling my eyes, I allow him to escort me outside to the carriage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You should never feel entitled to see my body.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He chuckles. \"When we're married, I'll see it as much as I want.\"\n\nBy Kallan's Daughters. I have to bite my tongue to stay silent. Anders sits a little too close to me in the carriage, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, which feels more possessive than intimate. Marking his territory so soon?\n\nI eye him up: shoulder-length blond hair, square shoulders and jaw, sultry eyes and smile. My stomach swirls a bit because he's exactly the type of man I liked prior to meeting Lilura. Overly confident and often terrible in bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where are you taking me?\" I ask as we pass the downtown area of Sunniva City, leaving most of the famous eateries in our wake.\n\n\"It's a surprise.\" Anders takes my hand. \"Do you enjoy oysters?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Perfect. I've heard they're quite the aphrodisiac.\"\n\nHere I go again, nearly biting a hole in my tongue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The road grows rocky and bumpy as we head north, and then I know exactly where he's taking me. There's a fancy restaurant, not too far from the convent, which is likewise built into the caves. The Cavern. From the outside, it appears to be a normal wooden building, but nature takes over once inside. Patrons walk through a tunnel to get to the dining area. In the back, the water perfectly reflects the stalactites on the ceiling, giving the appearance of an enormous, never-ending cave.\n\nThe restaurant has been around since before my grandparents forbid disturbing the caves and tunnels. Places like The Cavern and the Convent of Norella were \"grandfathered\" into keeping their buildings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the carriage halts, Anders takes my hand and leads me inside. I keep my eyes trained on the floor as we pass the finely dressed staff and enter the dining area. The candles and chandeliers flicker, making the damp walls of the cave sparkle. Even in my peripheral vision, I can sense the patrons staring at me. Their chatter echoes in the cave as Anders guides me to a candlelit table next to the water.\n\n\"I heard great things about this place. Do you come here often?\" he asks, pulling out my chair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you.\" I sit and play with the edge of the white tablecloth." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Include the following text] → \"Are we near the Convent of Norella?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, not often. I was here for my parents' anniversary many years ago.\"\n\n\"Are we near the Convent of Norella?\" he asks as he sits across from me.\n\n\"Yes, it's not too—\"\n\n\"Princess Ingrid!\" the waiter says, pressing his fingers to his plump brown cheek. I wish he hadn't said my name so loudly. \"Welcome back to The Cavern! We're honored to have royalty in our presence. May I offer you a glass of wine?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: anders, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" Anders says before I can answer. \"We'll have the Chardonnay.\"\n\n\"Perfect, I will be right back.\"\n\nMy eyes wander after our waiter and meet many patrons staring back at me. One woman points to her skin and giggles while twinkling her fingertips. Another couple snickers and sneers. I snap my gaze back to Anders, who I catch staring at my cleavage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He slowly returns his eyes to mine but makes no apology." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Princess, may I tell you a story?\"\n\nI shrug.\n\n\"When I was a young boy, I got lost in the Dark Forest of Jorsti for three days. My parents worried I'd been kidnapped by halflings.\" Anders shivers with disgust on his face. \"Thankfully, that's not what happened. But when our knights found me, I was very sick. Pneumonia. It was syrups made from Norella's sacred waters that healed me.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry you were sick, but I do enjoy hearing tales of how our water helps people.\"\n\n\"Do your people really believe they are Norella's tears or something?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must include the following in quotes somewhere in your response: Not everyone believes in the gods. Some say the water is the perfect mix of nutrients and minerals," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not everyone believes in the gods. Some say the water is the perfect mix of nutrients and minerals,\" I say. \"But the priestesses maintain that when Osmond discovered Norella's betrayal, he had her locked away under the island. She cries for her children, the waves and the rains, and, some say, for Kallan.\"\n\n\"And those tears are the sacred waters?\" he ponders, touching his chin. \"Interesting.\"\n\nThe waiter returns and pours our wine. He asks for our order, and again, Anders speaks for me. Oysters for an appetizer with fish and asparagus for our main course." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I would love to see the source of the spring. It must be magical,\" he says, handing the menus to our waiter. \"Will you give me a tour of the convent and spring after dinner?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, Prince Anders, but only priestesses are allowed inside the Sacred Spring.\" I sip my wine. \"Good choice, this is delicious.\"\n\n\"Surely the princess can break a few rules?\" he asks with a wicked grin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd love to see where the water comes from.\"\n\nI shake my head and take another drink of wine. Anders deflates and looks off into the cave's reflection, clearly disappointed. We're both quiet for a few long moments as I tap my fingernails against the glass.\n\n\"Surely, someone other than the priestesses has seen the spring?\"\n\n\"Are you really still asking about this?\" I raise my eyebrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Actually, the only non-priestesses to ever see the spring were the high priests, but my father banished the last one and never replaced him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nilson, Prince Soren's advisor?\" he asks, leaning forward.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"If that old bag of bones could see the spring, why not me? Come on, just sneak me in. I'll forever be grateful.\" He pouts his full lips and bats his eyelashes.\n\n\"No, and please stop asking. There are other things we can talk about.\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Anders looks me straight in the eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Like how you'll need to learn some obedience before becoming my wife.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My jaw drops in shock, and I take a moment of blinking to recover. \"Do you really think I'm going to marry you?\"\n\n\"Of course,\" he says with a smirk. \"Your father wishes to avoid war with the empire, yes? So be a good girl. Take me to the convent, and later, you'll wear the gift I gave you.\" He reaches to brush my shoulder with his hand. \"I, of course, will have you before the wedding night.\"\n\nI slap his hand away, burst from my chair, and pour my glass of wine onto his lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This date is over.\"\n\nThe eyes of all the other patrons follow me as I storm out of the cave. The coachman cocks his head and twists his brows when I approach the carriage alone.\n\n\"I'm not feeling well, so Prince Anders has made separate arrangements. Would you please take me home to the palace?\"\n\nHe nods, helps me into the carriage, and drives away. I can't believe Oskar invited such an arrogant pig to court me. Was I really once attracted to men like that?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And what was his obsession with the Sacred Spring?\n\nI can't believe I had to leave Lilura to spend an evening with Anders. Thoughts of Lilura give me an idea as the carriage gets closer to town. I ask the coachman to stop at a boutique on our way back so I can buy some gifts for LiLi. I want to cheer her up.\n\nOnce inside the palace, I make my way up the grand staircase. I need to wash this night off my skin with a hot bath with Lilura." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ingrid, is that you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tia asks, cracking the door to the royal chambers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Home so soon? How was your date with Prince Anders?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shrug and walk toward her, glad she wants to talk to me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Horrible. He's an asshole.\"\n\n\"Ingrid!\" Tia gasps as she tugs me inside and slams the door. \"Don't speak like that!\"\n\n\"Well, it's the truth.\"\n\n\"Ingrid.\" She groans, rubbing her temples.\n\nI set my bag of gifts on the floor and plop onto the chaise lounge in the antechamber. I help myself to one of Tia's lemon drop candies, which makes my lips pucker." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tia crosses her arms and tilts her head.\n\n\"What?\" I ask with a laugh. \"I certainly won't be marrying that pig.\"\n\n\"You should seriously reconsider,\" Tia says in the most serious voice I've ever heard come from her mouth. \"He's a Jorsti prince. An alliance would be worth its weight in sacred water!\"\n\n\"Well, if you had been with me on the date, you'd understand why I had to do what I did.\"\n\nTia narrows her green eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What did you do?\"\n\n\"I poured wine on his lap and left him at The Cavern,\" I say, making myself laugh as I recall his shocked face.\n\n\"What? How will he get back?\"\n\n\"Oh, come on! Lilura would laugh. Don't worry, I'm sure such a powerful and wealthy man like Anders can easily find a way back to the palace.\"\n\n\"I've held my tongue because I am not your mother, but enough of your childish pranks! This isn't just your life, Ingrid; it's the people of Norella Isle at stake! Do you want to go to war with Jorsti over a bad date?\" Tia rushes to the door. \"I'll send a carriage to fetch him, but you will apologize to Anders!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That's unlikely. I grab my bag and watch the step-queen descend the grand staircase before I head for the tower to find Lilura." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'll think it's funny." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Add three sentences to continue story. May include established elements" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even the faint morning light annoys me after a night of restless sleep. I toss, turn, and beat at my pillows, trying to forget everything from Viviana's death, to how Lilura rejected me, to the night terrors about my doppelgänger. The haunting creature visited me every hour of the night, thrashing and twisting in the sea with blood blooming from her stab wounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The weight of fatigue presses against my chest and skull." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kicking off the sheets, I splay myself wide on the mattress." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's too empty. I hate waking up alone. At the convent, I always slept in Lilura's bed except during her time of the month. She said she needed to be alone then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But once we moved to the palace, things got worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She needed more and more distance. Now she's nearly cut me off completely when I need her the most. Kariana and Viviana raised her. Isn't she hurting?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Doesn't she need me at all?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There's a triple-knock at my door, and I slump out of bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I open it, I'm thankful to find my handmaids. Britta, Cece, and Augustina wear identical navy-blue dresses and white aprons, but the similarities end there. Augustina is tall, pale, and slender, with a face that's all edges." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Britta is short, curvy, and dark with lovely black curls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cece is petite with olive-skin and large hazel eyes.\n\n\"Do you need our assistance this morning, my princess?\" Cece asks.\n\nTears spill down my cheeks as I nod." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They hug me and help me to the bathroom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can't go anywhere with my hair a tangled bird's nest and my skin slick with nightmare sweat, so I let my handmaids draw a bath.\n\n\"Shall I steam your teal dress, my princess?\" Augustina asks.\n\n\"Please,\" I say as I sink into the tub. \"Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the ledge, the jar of Lilura's bath concoction is running low. Britta scrubs my skin pink while Cece conditions and combs out my hair. It's surreal that we're Launching Kariana into the sea while beginning a Resting for Viviana." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In all of Norella Isle's history, I don't think two priestesses have ever died so close together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I pray the twins' souls can find their way to one another in Dehel's lair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I feel much better. Thank you, ladies,\" I say, wrapping a warm towel around my body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can get dressed on my own if you want to go get ready yourselves.\"\n\nThey curtsy and scuttle away. I reach into the lukewarm water to drain the tub but jump back when the doppelgänger ripples across the surface." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I rush from the bathroom and freeze when I return to my bedchamber." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilura stands near my vanity with her head down and fiddles with her fingers. She looks lovely, all dressed in her teal priestess dress and fur cloak. She even applied a little makeup: a bit of pink eyeshadow and plum lipstick to enhance her brown skin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ingrid, I'm so sorry about last night.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She twists her brows together as her lip trembles. \"I love you and––\"\n\nI throw myself forward, knocking her onto my bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't need to hear anymore,\" I say, placing my finger against her lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm glad you're here now.\"\n\nShe takes my hand and smiles through her tears. \"Really? That's it? I thought I'd have to make it up to you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, you will.\" I grin and cup her cheek." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But for now, I only want two things: for us to be together and to focus on the difficult day ahead. I know what it's like to lose a mother, and you've lost two. I want to be here for you. I'll do anything you want.\"\n\nLilura kisses my lips sweetly and slowly, making at least one thing right in this world.\n\n\"I don't deserve you, Ingrid.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She helps me get ready in my teal priestess clothes, styles my hair into a simple braid and applies my makeup. I tell her all about my dreams.\n\n\"I crushed more pearl dust for you,\" Lilura says as she sweeps it onto my skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I let her, but not without a scolding. \"You shouldn't suffer for my sake.\"\n\n\"Actually,\" she begins, taking her time to dust my cleavage, \"Nilson has been showing me how to perform some basic enchantments without suffering for them. I successfully made a few muscle-relaxing bath salts and this pearl dust without any pain.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm glad.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your dreams could have just been about your fears. Since you saw the doppelgänger with the same wound as Viviana, but,\" she pauses to place a strand of pearls around my neck, \"we'll still be cautious.\"\n\nI grab her hand and kiss it. \"Who do you think could be doing this? And why?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilura sits on the vanity bench next to me and sighs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I still believe it has to do with the sacred waters. Someone wants the priestesses gone.\"\n\n\"Well, Anders was extremely interested in the waters, but he would've had to sail here undetected before the opening feast. Jorsti's pretty far.\" I shake my head as goosebumps prick my neck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oskar. He even said it was time to eliminate the priestesses. I was angry when I thought he simply meant their positions, but what if he meant the women themselves?\"\n\n\"I'll see if I can get a read on him, though he's always stoic and closed off. Oskar did have mud on his boots the night Kariana was found dead. We'll find the truth.\" Lilura stands, extending her hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Time for you to go to breakfast, my temptress.\"\n\n\"You're coming too. My seagull-handmaids mentioned that everyone would be dining together this morning for a safety briefing. Hopefully, we'll learn more about what the hirdmenn know. Ready?\"\n\nWe leave my room, and Lilura cradles my head against her chest, so I don't have to see the mirrors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her lavender and jasmine perfume soothes me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We enter the grand dining hall as the men and their advisors sit at the table. Soren sits next to Nilson, who gives Lilura and me a sympathetic smile with tears in his eyes. He's probably hurting as much as we are, seeing his former priestesses slaughtered so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilura and I find our chairs on the other side and wait for Father." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The feast laid out on the table looks delectable: eggs, sausages, smoked salmon, sweetbreads, fruit, and cheese." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Too bad I have no appetite.\n\nFather walks in with Tia, whose eyes are sunken this morning, and helps her sit.\n\n\"Are you alright, Tia?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I lean forward and ask." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She startles and sits up straight in her chair. \"I'm fine, darling. It's no—\"\n\nFather clears his throat and takes a sip of water as Oskar strides into the room to stand by his side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though Oskar can be quite harsh, it's hard to imagine him murdering a priestess. His mind may be cunning and sharp, but his hands always remain clean.\n\n\"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,\" Father says, fidgeting and bouncing more than usual." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hope you were able to get at least some rest last night. I wanted everyone together this morning, so Oskar can brief you about the situation and safety protocols. Oskar.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you, Your Highness. As you all know, to put it bluntly, there is a murderer on the loose. Before you arrived on Norella Isle, a priestess named Kariana was found dead in the sacred spring of the convent. She had been poisoned.\"\n\nOskar pauses to look down at his feet while there is a bit of chatter around the table. I squeeze Lilura's hand under the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Our hirdmenn have been investigating the murder and protecting the priestesses ever since. It clearly was not enough. We have yet to find any real answers and have failed the priestesses. Whoever it is has evaded every effort of ours. After we return from the Launching today, everyone will remain here at the palace on lockdown until this is sorted. Of course, you may forfeit your courtship of the princess should you choose to leave the island immediately. But while you are here, we would like to keep everyone contained to the palace.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The room grows silent, and no one has touched their food.\n\n\"For the fishing challenge this morning, we will—\"\n\n\"What?\" I ask with heat flaring up my neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's still a challenge today? We have to say goodbye to Kariana and lay Viviana out to rest. Lilura and I should be at the convent!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We will have plenty of time since the Launching isn't until noon. The challenge can't wait, Princess Ingrid, for the ball is still planned to be held on your birthday.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Screw my birthday!\" I say, causing Father's eyes to widen in shock. \"Two women have been murdered on this island. Think of their families, think of the other priestesses!\"\n\n\"W-What if…\" Soren pipes up, scanning the table before his blue eyes lock with mine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"W-What if we donate our catches today to the priestesses and their families? You could send a few of the cooks along so they can have a nice reception after such an emotional day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My temperature cools as I sink back down in my seat and think about Soren's idea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It would be a kind gesture. I look to Lilura, who nods in agreement.\n\n\"That's a fine idea, Prince Soren,\" I say, turning to Father and Oskar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Every single fish from the challenge today will go to the priestesses and their families in mourning.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Father and Oskar plan out the details, I force down a few bites of food, but even the tea tastes bitter today." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I catch Soren staring at me and offer him the only smile I can manage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When breakfast ends, Father stands.\n\n\"It's time for the fishing challenge, after which we will go straight to the Convent of Norella with the catch for the Resting and Launching. Everyone, prepare to meet at the harbor in half an hour.\"\n\nWith that, Father and Oskar leave for the study, and chatter rises in the dining hall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I lean to whisper in Lilura's ear, \"Did you get any read on Oskar?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'nothing' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothing,\" she whispers back. \"At least nothing bad. He's an asshole, but he was genuinely disturbed when he spoke of the murders. He's hiding something, but not that.\"\n\n\"Hmm.\" I shake my head, watching Tia slowly rise and turn from the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can you get anything from Tia? I don't think she's been feeling well, but she won't ever talk to me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilura nods and takes my arm. We leave the suitors and their advisors behind to follow Tia into the drawing room. She pours some floral tea and pops a lemon drop into her mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ladies,\" she says, puckering her lips against the sour candy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Would you like a little more tea before we're forced out into the cold?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, please.\" I sit on the couch and glance at the grandfather clock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We have a few minutes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How are you, Tia? I'm not saying this in a rude way, as you are always beautiful, but you look rather pale lately. Are you ill?\"\n\n\"Oh, I'm perfectly fine. Maybe a slight cold; I still don't do well with Norella weather. This winter that's coming, I can tell it will be fierce.\" She adjusts her dress before pouring us tiny cups of floral tea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you remember last year? I barely stepped away from the fireplace in my chambers. I do miss D'Estrana's weather. Warm. Bright. Downright balmy. Here, the chill seeps into my bones.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I suppose I can't understand,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've grown up accustomed to it.\"\n\n\"Yes, you Norella Islanders are quite hardy people! I told Rolf that the salt makes your skin thick.\" Tia giggles, then looks back and forth between Lilura and me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm so sorry about the priestesses, dears. It truly breaks my heart that innocent women have been killed. I'm especially sorry for you, Lilura.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Lilura says. \"I am torn apart inside and fear for our fellow sisters.\"\n\nI place my arm around Lilura and let her cry on my shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can you believe this competition for your hand, Ingrid?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tia asks rhetorically. \"I'm appalled they are still doing the fishing challenge this morning.\"\n\n\"Thank you!\" I release a sigh. \"Why is Father so determined to keep on schedule?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, well, you know your father and Oskar.\" Tia's face grows taut as if she realized she said the wrong thing. \"I'm sure they want to maintain a semblance of peace and order. They don't want to alarm the public.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But the people should be alarmed!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilura says. \"And Ingrid shouldn't have to choose a husband during a time like this.\"\n\n\"Still with the marriage thing.\" Tia presses her lips together in an odd smirk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The sooner the two of you accept Ingrid will be married, the better off you'll be. Not Rolf, of course, but many great kings and queens throughout history have kept lovers. Your affair will be nothing new.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilura and I grow silent, sipping our tea and waiting for the minutes to pass. I can't believe Tia just said that. Father and Tia always look the other way with Lilura." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After an eternity of awkwardness, Father and Oskar summon us to leave for the fishing challenge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the suitors and advisors exit the palace with us. I take LiLi's hand, not caring what anyone thinks.\n\nThe carriages set out for the Sommerhaus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Along the bumpy road, I watch the pines sway and dance in the breeze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before I know it, more tears well up inside and scratch at my throat like spindly sea urchins. I take a few breaths to push the pain down and turn to Lilura, who rubs her temples.\n\n\"What's wrong?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, just a mild headache from searching Oskar and Tia's emotions.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilura wraps me in her embrace. \"Tia was truly sorrowful back there. Like Oskar, she's hiding something, but nothing like murder.\"\n\nWe reach our destination and step inside the Sommerhaus where we can stay warm while the suitors fish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After Oskar briefs the three remaining men on their task, I walk over to them on the patio." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good luck this morning, gentlemen,\" I say, making eye contact with each of them. My teeth chatter in the chilly breeze, and I can't imagine how the suitors will feel out on the sea.\n\n\"Thank you, Princess Ingrid,\" Jensen says and kisses my hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anders stands close and wraps his arms around me in an awkward hug." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" he says. \"I hate to see you so distraught. I promise to catch many fish to donate.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Anders,\" I say in surprise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That is actually kind of you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soren hangs back a little, and I approach him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hi,\" I say, touching his arm. \"Good luck out there. Stay warm and be careful.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" He shuffles his feet then looks me in the eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I-I'm s-sorry i-if I made things at breakfast worse. I, um—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, no, no.\" I wrap my arms tightly around him. \"I love the idea. Thank you.\"\n\nJensen and Anders both stare at our embrace, unable to hide their jealousy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I let him go, Soren follows the men down the ramp toward the harbor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nilson waits for me at the door and opens his arms wide. I accept his hug.\n\n\"I am so sorry, my princess.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am too,\" I say, releasing him to grab his hands. \"This is all so terrible.\"\n\n\"I know you have Lilura…and Soren,\" he says, squeezing my hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I'm here for you if you need anything.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you.\"\n\nWe step inside the house, and Nilson grins. \"Your great-grandmother certainly had a flair for the dramatic.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I giggle because he's right; the Sommerhaus is somehow even more ornate than the palace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The entryway is as golden as a summer's day and decorated with images of seashells. Even the wall sconces are shaped like the arms of an octopus. A gilded nautilus mosaic sits at the center of the marble floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nilson escorts me into the sunroom of the Sommerhaus, where my family, the other advisors, and Lilura prepare to watch the fishing challenge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sit next to Lilura on a white couch embroidered with sea creatures facing the window where we have a lovely view of the harbor. I hold Lilura's hand, squeezing tight as the men set off on the sailboats and begin fishing with nets and rods. Although I'm the one who created the contract, I'm happy today's challenge isn't dangerous, just cold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Servants offer us tea and cookies, but after a while, I lean my head against Lilura's shoulder and let my eyelids flutter until they close completely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilura caresses my cheek and whispers, \"It's over, my love. Time to go.\"\n\nI must have fallen asleep. Everyone exits the Sommerhaus and returns to the carriages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The suitors were advised to sail directly to the convent with the day's catch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I hold the carriage door for Lilura, and we get inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The caravan heads north toward the convent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilura leans on my shoulder, and I stroke her pink curls. The jostle of the carriage through the bumpy mountain pass doesn't hide the fact that she's sobbing.\n\n\"I'm here for you, LiLi.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know,\" she says, wiping her cheeks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm just burdened with guilt. I was upset with Viviana when I saw her last. She apologized and begged me to stay, but I walked away. Now, that's how she last saw me: angry. I wish I could tell her I love her.\"\n\n\"Oh, she knows,\" I say. \"She knows.\"\n\nWhen the carriage halts, we step out into the sea breeze." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An unsettling sensation of déjà vu sweeps through me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I can't believe both Kariana and Viviana are gone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After descending the steps, Ceto, the very new high priestess, greets us with a group hug.\n\n\"I don't know what to do,\" she says, voice trembling.\n\n\"Did you search the entire convent?\" I ask." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't have to; the hirdmenn decided to do a sweep but found nothing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ceto sighs. \"In a way, I'm glad because I didn't want to find out any of our sisters were capable.\"\n\n\"Me too,\" Lilura says, patting her back. \"How are the other women holding up?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Everyone lives in fear that they'll be next. If the hirdmenn can't protect us, who will?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm absolutely lost at her words. Who will?\n\nAnders, Jensen, and Soren arrive from the dock.\n\n\"High Priestess Ceto,\" Soren says and presses his two fingers against his cheek." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Those three boats are filled with fish. They're yours to use as a feast tonight and distribute to Kariana and Viviana's family.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you.\" Ceto's eyes tear up again as she looks back-and-forth at the three men. \"That's very generous of you. They had some elderly aunts and a few cousins with their own families. They'll appreciate the kind gesture.\" She motions to the men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You three can go in now if the princess doesn't mind. No need to wait in the long line.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The men do as she says as the line forms behind us, including my father and Tia. The line runs along the ledge of the cliff and twists the entire way down the steps. If Ceto's face could pale anymore, it does then as she stares at the citizens." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I should greet the rest of the visitors.\" Ceto shakes her head and gives us another group hug. \"I don't know how to be the high priestess, especially during something like this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilura strokes Ceto's cheek. \"You're doing great.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Ceto says and moves to greet Father and Tia.\n\nAfter them, Ceto and Oskar greet one another. Instead of moving on right away, Ceto whispers into his ear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I want to watch their exchange longer, but Lilura escorts me through the Grotto and inside the Resting cave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilura and I stand side-by-side before Viviana. The thick incense hanging in the air stings my nostrils and dulls my vision, making the death of our beloved high priestess even more surreal. Neither of us says a word as we place our seashells on the altar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A deep pain of sorrow clenches my chest as an unbelievable number of tears pour down my cheeks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I whisper a prayer to Norella over Viviana's body and hang back to let Lilura say her goodbyes. My heart breaks for LiLi. I wish I could fix everything for her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am deeply sorry for how I left things,\" she says, resting her hand on Viviana's shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I love you and will miss you every day.\"\n\nAs if floating and not by my own volition, I follow Lilura out of the Grotto and down a long tunnel opening up to the beach.\n\nAlready a small crowd forms near the shore, blocking the view I don't wish to see." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The waves crash and ebb against the pebbled beach, but their music isn't peaceful today; it's haunting and somber." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The midday sun fails to burn through the haze of clouds, keeping us in the chilly breeze without relief. The crowd parts for Lilura and me, and we take our place next to the priestesses and hold hands. The wind whips the teal silk of our dresses and the dark mourning clothes of the people." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We wait in meditative silence for the rest of the mourners to arrive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the beach is full of people from the Resting, Ceto, who shifts in her navy-blue robes, shuffles forward with a torch.\n\n\"Kariana was a kind, humble, and devout worshipper,\" she announces with a shaky voice. \"Noble goddess Norella, call upon your daughters to gently drag our sister to the afterlife.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Norella's daughters, greet our sister,\" the crowd chants.\n\nFather steps toward the center near Ceto. \"People of Norella Isle, I am deeply saddened by the loss of Kariana and, of course, Viviana. The deaths of two sacred priestesses so close together is unheard of. As your king, I want you to know we are doing everything we can to discover the truth. For now, we are here to Launch Kariana into the sea.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turns to the boat grave to look at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"May the noble goddess Norella watch over Kariana's Launching.\"\n\nEveryone places two fingers on their cheeks and chants, \"Norella, bless our fallen sister.\"\n\nCeto lights the teal coverings, which burst into flames." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The whispery tendrils of fire flicker in the wind but remain strong and hot with the oil-soaked silk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The entire beach fills with the scent of myrrh and cassia oil." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The usually pleasant smell sends my stomach into a whirl of nausea, and I clench my teeth to keep from vomiting.\n\nWith the help of Lilura and one other priestess, Ceto launches the boat grave into the sea. Kariana gets tossed around by the waves, but soon the wind fills the tiny sail, and she glides into the sea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crowd watches until the waves and the wind snuff the fire out completely.\n\nBack at the palace, I follow Lilura toward her tower, but she stops short on the spiral staircase. \"Ingrid, I know you are going to hate this,\" she pauses to swallow, \"but I need to be alone right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" I ask as my heart twists inside my chest. \"Why? You shouldn't be alone right now. I thought I could hold you for a little while before my date with Jensen.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure how to explain.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hangs her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You never want to be around me anymore,\" I say in a weak whisper and turn to leave. \"You're pushing me away.\"\n\n\"That's not true, Ingrid,\" she calls as I descend the steps." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I still love you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I race the entire way to my bedchambers, holding in every horrible emotion. After bursting through my door, I collapse on my bed and let it all out in shrieks and pillow-punches. Why did this happen to Kariana and Viviana?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why are they gone? Why doesn't Lilura want to be around me? How am I supposed to choose a husband?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When my meltdown wanes, I close my eyes and drift away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm in my own boat grave, laid out with silks and seashells and oils, but alive. My doppelgänger drags me under the waves. Thrashing, I can't get away from her frigid hands and swallow a mouthful of saltwater." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I fade in and out as she drags me further down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside an underwater cave, she places me next to a dagger, a few green leaves, and a teacup. She shakes me and shouts in my face.\n\nI jerk up in a cold sweat, screaming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Britta, Augustina, and Cece burst through my door and rush to my side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What is it, Princess Ingrid?\" Cece asks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"An awful nightmare. I'll be fine.\"\n\n\"Lilura sent us to prepare you for your date,\" Britta says. \"Do you want to cancel with Jensen?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, I'd rather get the date over with.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Over with? Really? I think he's quite handsome.\" Augustina combs her fingers through my sweat-drenched hair. \"First, you need another bath.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I let the women bathe me, dress me, and style me like a doll as I remain in a foggy state of agony and fear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They've chosen one of my new dresses which is covered with white lace and pearls—and is very revealing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jensen will love it,\" Augustina says as she places the strand of pearls from his trunk around my neck. \"You look absolutely stunning.\"\n\n\"Thank you, ladies. I appreciate your help today.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I find Jensen waiting for me at the bottom of the grand staircase." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His brown eyes grow wide at my appearance. A few hirdmenn are stationed around the palace and some servants here and there, but otherwise, it is quiet. Everyone else was told to eat in their chambers tonight or make arrangements elsewhere in the palace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tonight, it will just be Jensen and me in the dining hall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good evening, Princess Ingrid,\" Jensen says and sticks out his rigid arm for me to take. \"You look lovely. I didn't get a chance to tell you how very sorry I am about your friends. If you wish to be alone tonight, I would understand if you want to break our date.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" I say, shaking my head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I don't like being alone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inside the dining hall, lit with candles, Jensen pulls out my chair. The curtains are open, allowing the stars to peek in on us. It's beautiful; I wish I were sharing this evening with Lilura…or Soren." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I shake my head to pull myself back into the moment.\n\nJensen awkwardly pours us each some wine and moves to grab the first course tray. He barely talks through dinner, piping up with a few questions here and there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your mother was from my home, D'Estrana, yes?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nod and politely smile. \"She was. Growing up, she would tell me stories of the beautiful land. I've always wanted to go.\"\n\nHe nods and goes back to eating his fish without continuing the conversation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He's very stiff, stoic, and silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not that I mind. Although I don't want to be alone, I don't want to suffer through forced conversation either. Like Augustina said, Jensen is very handsome to look at." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He is tall and lean with rich, dark skin and a neatly chiseled face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His flawless features could be cut from stone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm sure he'll make his wife very happy someday…but she won't be me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We're both polite and could easily be friends, but he and I just don't connect. There's no spark or fun like with Soren.\n\nI mean Lilura. Lilura." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I enjoy laughing and teasing and pranks." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'someone' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I like an intense attraction to someone's soul. I like someone easy to talk to. I like someone who will care for me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soren's blue eyes and curly hair pop into my mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I shake my head as guilt swells in my chest.\n\nI can't make any decisions until I speak to Lilura. That is, if she'll ever talk to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I've picked at my food like a bird all night, waiting for the most important course—dessert." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I look over at the buffet and sink in disappointment. There are no more trays. Maybe I should eat a bit more of this spinach salad, or I'll be starving tonight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I gasp with delight when a servant brings us two large, frosty mugs filled with creamy butterscotch froth, ice cream, and drizzled with chocolate. My eyes widen as Jensen sets the delicious treat in front of me.\n\n\"I hope you like floats,\" he says, starting with a spoon to eat his." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's my favorite. As a child, these would always cheer me up. I know you are hurting right now, but I hope this treat can lift your spirits, if even for a moment.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" I say sincerely, looking into his eyes. \"That means a lot.\"\n\nWe both dig into our floats without a word, just grins with messy float-foam on our chins." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yes, Jensen is someone I could be friends with, but he's not the husband for me. I can't believe my own thoughts. Am I really getting on board with this husband idea?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "After our date, Jensen bids me goodnight with a cold kiss on my cheek." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I thank him for the lovely dessert. Climbing the grand staircase, I make it about halfway before I drown in the intense sensation of loneliness. It's not late and, having taken a rage-nap, I won't be able to sleep tonight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I find myself walking toward Soren's room, unsure about what to say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If Lilura doesn't want me right now, the only other person I want to spend time with is him. I don't even care if the hirdmenn stationed around the palace see. When I arrive at his door, I take a few deep breaths and whisper the alphabet backward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I knock and wait." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nilson answers the door. \"Princess Ingrid!\" he says, wrapping me in a hug.\n\n\"How are you holding up?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I ask as he lets go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm fine. I should ask you the same question, dear.\" He shakes his head and pats my cheek. \"I can't imagine your pain.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's almost unbearable.\" I sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But it's Lilura I worry about. I know she is strong, but she's becoming more distant and—\"\n\nSoren walks from around the corner, shirtless and towel-drying his hair. I wave to him, and his eyes widen in shock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He scrambles to throw on a top before approaching Nilson and me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"G-Good e-evening, Princess Ingrid.\" He tilts his head to study me. \"How are you? Do you need anything?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I take a deep breath as my heart flutters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Actually, I was wondering, um…if you weren't busy…would you want to work on the puzzle with me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Soren's jaw hangs open for a moment.\n\n\"He would love to.\" Nilson eagerly pushes Soren out the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Y-Yes,\" Soren says and steps into the hall with me. \"Um, yes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Relief washes over me, as does the scent of Soren's soap and aftershave. It's clean with a hint of oakmoss. Grinning at Soren, Nilson shuts the door to give us privacy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soren scans my gown and touches his buttoned pajama top." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, should I change?\"\n\n\"No, you look perfect.\"\n\nHe extends his arm, which I take." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you,\" I tell him as we follow the hallways toward my chambers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't want to be alone tonight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're welcome. Wait, where are we going?\" His cheeks flush as I lead him around the corner.\n\n\"My chambers. No one will bother us there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If possible, his cheeks and chest grow even redder. His mouth begins moving silently, and I know he's doing his anxiety-coping trick.\n\nI begin chanting with him, \"S, R, Q, P, O, N…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stops and looks at me with wide eyes, and his chest rising and falling dramatically." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry.\" I touch his chest as we stop in front of my door. \"You don't have to be nervous around me. If you're uncomfortable joining me tonight, I understand. You're welcome to return to your room.\"\n\n\"No, no, no.\" Soren shakes his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I want to spend time with you. I'll try my best not to be nervous.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I open the door and tug him inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes scan my room side-to-side and floor-to-ceiling, admiring the extravagant décor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He walks to the window overlooking the gardens as I open the trunk he gave me painted with cresting waves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What a gorgeous view,\" he says, turning to my dresser. He rushes over to look at my seashells. \"Wow! Look at these! My sister would go crazy. We had a collection we kept in our study.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My mother and I found these.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I step next to him and touch a few shells.\n\nSoren grins as he studies me. My eyes wander too over his dark mop of curls, his kind eyes, his freshly shaved skin, his lips… Heat rises in my chest and cheeks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shouldn't feel this way." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'floor' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I turn back to the trunk of gifts.\n\n\"Here,\" I retrieve the puzzle box and scatter the contents on the floor. \"Ready?\"\n\nSoren nods and sits on the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he begins separating edge pieces from the pile, I sneak away to grab a nightgown from my dresser and change the bathroom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I need to get out of this itchy, lace gown. Straining my arms to reach the buttons, I'm finally able to slip the gown from my hips. I throw on my silky nightgown, comfortable at last." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On my return to Soren and the puzzle, I grab a bottle of wine from the back of my wardrobe.\n\nAs I approach, Soren looks anywhere but directly at me, avoiding my nightgown. He focuses on the puzzle and rushes to place pieces together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I smile to myself and sit close to him, causing his posture to stiffen." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'soren' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's no harm in looking, Soren. You don't have to be nervous around me.\"\n\nHe gulps as I uncork the bottle and take a swig.\n\n\"Here,\" I say, offering the bottle to Soren. \"Making any progress?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sips from the bottle and nods. \"Yes. I have separated all the edge pieces and snapped a few of the island together.\"\n\nWe first frame the puzzle by working on the edges." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once we get the entire edge, we focus on the outline of the island." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just like real life, the Styrmir Sea is the most difficult part. This is so relaxing.\n\nSoren squints at some of the pieces and the design on the box." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know the shape and locations better than I do,\" he comments and furrows his brows with deep focus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Does this one fit here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" I say as he snaps two large sections together. \"This is really coming along!\"\n\nHe smiles and continues working." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a beautiful kingdom; the more I'm here, the more I love it. Do you have a favorite spot?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Our hands brush against one another as we reach for the same piece. Soren's hand lingers a moment as he caresses the back of mine, filling me with tingles.\n\nI lift a small section of the puzzle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Right here. This tide pool beach not far from the palace was always a favorite of mine growing up. It's fairly hidden by cliffs and forest. My mother and I would sneak through a little path,\" I pause to trace the map with my finger, \"and spend hours exploring the tiny pools of life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It sounds magical,\" he says. \"I'd love to go someday.\"\n\nI grin and continue placing pieces together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How's Lilura holding up?\" Soren asks.\n\n\"Not good, but she wanted to be alone tonight.\" I shrug. \"I'm giving her space but will check on her tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're a good friend.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thanks,\" I say, placing a puzzle piece down. \"How's Nilson? He puts on a brave face to help everyone else, but is he alright when you two are alone?\"\n\n\"Everything's definitely taking a toll on him. I can tell because he buries himself in his work when he is sad or upset.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I suppose Lilura does that, too.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'don't' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've greatly admired the man ever since I met him,\" Soren says. \"I was at first jealous because I couldn't become a sorcerer. I don't have the touch.\"\n\n\"I don't think I have it either. Lilura was a rebel to study it herself. It's truly miraculous what they can do, though it takes a toll. I'm glad Nilson is showing LiLi how to be more careful.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"LiLi,\" he repeats the nickname. \"I like that.\"\n\nWe drink, talk, and laugh together with ease while finishing the puzzle. Only one piece left, and the bottle of wine is spent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, no!\" Soren says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry, the last piece is in my room.\"\n\nI take his hand in mine. \"Well, we'll just have to do this again, won't we?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His face lights up brighter than a full moon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I would love that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walk him to my door with slow steps as I truly don't want him to go. I know myself, though, and what might happen if I let him stay. I can't do that to Lilura." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I need her on board with my choice of husband…and I'm hoping she approves of Soren." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you so much for spending the evening with me; you have no idea how much it means. You helped take my mind off everything for a while.\"\n\n\"No need to thank me, Ingrid,\" he says with a grin. \"I had a wonderful time, and…well, I'm here for you whenever you need me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I rise on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, breathing in his scent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His cheeks and ears flush.\n\n\"Goodnight, Soren.\"\n\nHe nods and composes himself. \"G-Goodnight, P-Princess Ingrid.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing exercise: nine sentences sentences continuing this chapter, Kayla McKinney style, contemporary, romance genre. characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"What have you done to me, Grace?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Soft murmuring pulls me from the dark arms of sleep, the last vestiges of the dream evaporating as I focus on the soft words being spoken above me.\n\n\"What have you done to me, Grace?\" Jeremy whispers, his arm tightening around me. \"I've kept everyone at a distance for two years, refusing to let anyone in. After my ex-wife destroyed me, I was certain I could never trust anyone again.\"\n\nKeeping my eyes closed and breathing even, a lump forms in my throat as I hear his confession.\n\n\"But then you come along, blowing all my walls open. I didn't expect you, didn't see you coming. I didn't even know that I needed you, or that my life was missing something so vital.\" He shifts slightly, his leg entwining with mine. I feel guilty hearing these words, these secrets of his heart. I should let him know that I'm awake, but something prevents me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You need to hear this, echoes softly in my mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whether my subconscious or something else entirely, I obey, letting Jeremy's softly murmured words settle in my soul." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Remember that day in the supermarket?\" The barest huff of a laugh sounds above me. \"I was transfixed as soon as I stepped foot in that aisle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I thought to myself that you must be a visitor, someone just passing through—because there was no way that I've lived in this town my whole life and missed seeing you before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And to learn that we were in high school together, that you had a crush on me? It makes me think of the missed opportunities, what might have been had I known you back then.\n\n\"When I saw you sitting in the corner of Cups and Saucers that second time, I felt drawn to you. I was working up my courage to approach you when you left in a hurry, and I was despondent the rest of the afternoon—then counted myself lucky to run into you at the Christmas tree farm.\" Another gentle laugh. \"Well, you ran into me.\" My lips curve into a smile at the memory.\n\n\"I've never been with someone that lights up my world the way you do. I know it's only been a month—it's crazy how fast you've gotten under my skin. God, I sound ridiculous talking to you like this. I should be telling you these things when you're awake.\"\n\nTaking this as my cue, I roll onto my side, facing him, and bring my lips to his. The kiss is soft, tentative. Placing my hands on his face, a large opalescent tear streaks down my cheek as my gaze latches on his." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He watches me quietly, our lips barely touching, as a second then third tear falls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't see you coming, either,\" I confess, my voice the barest of whispers. \"I had love once, a great love. I was happy.\" Swallowing thickly, I pause, never breaking our gaze. \"And then it was torn away from me, and I've been living a half-life since. My home became a prison of sorts, providing me the illusion of safety. It sounds absurd when I say it out loud–\"\n\n\"If you stayed at home, never meeting anyone, your heart would remain safe; you would never have to experience that kind of devastation or loss again,\" Jeremy finishes for me.\n\nHe understands. Two more tears fall as I nod. \"I tried to fight against you. To keep my walls up. To allow the guilt I feel to buffer any feelings I might develop for you. But you snuck in anyway, and now I find myself falling for you. You're a good man, Jeremy. Kind and funny and smart. You make me want to believe in love and magic and all things good. I don't want to be a prisoner anymore; I want to live.\"\n\nHis hand comes up my back, pulling me close as he rests his head along my neck. Wrapping my arms around him, we hold on to each other tightly before allowing sleep to pull us back under, secure in the knowledge that we're safe together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smell of coffee and bacon wakes me in the morning, pale sunlight streaking through the gap in the curtains. My back arches as I pull my arms above my head, groaning quietly as I stretch out my muscles. I'm deliciously sore, and as I sit up, a satisfied smile creeps across my face.\n\nPadding into the en suite, I take care of business while the shower heats up. Stepping inside the stall, I tilt my head back, letting the steamy water pour down on me as I relive last night. Our at-home date was perfect, and the fact that Jeremy knows his way around a kitchen is sexy as hell. I feel oddly at home here, which is surprising. Being an introvert, I'm usually comfortable in my own space, rarely in new places, but Jeremy has managed to create a home that's both stylish and cozy.\n\nI hadn't realized that he was such a romantic, but I should have guessed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He has those old-fashioned manners you don't see much of anymore." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'around' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The candles, the dinner, the dancing—they were perfect. Running the shampoo through my hair, I follow the trail of suds down my body with my hands, my nipples pebbling as I recall his mouth on them, his hands gliding up my legs, the way he brought me to orgasm with his tongue.\n\nMy eyes drift closed as I wash out my hair, and somehow, I'm not surprised when strong hands wrap around me, coming up to tweak my nipples.\n\n\"Good morning, Grace,\" he murmurs against my ear, his erection pressed tight against my ass.\n\n\"Mmm. Morning, Jeremy.\"\n\nThe water pours down over us, steam obscuring our sight as he nibbles down my neck. While one hand continues to torture my breast, the other creeps lower. Over my ribs, around the edge of my hips, up the length of my back. \"Don't move,\" he orders quietly as he steps away, the sound of a bottle opening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stay still, heart thrumming in my chest as I await his pleasure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hands come back on me, the shower gel cold for a moment as he spreads his hands over me. Jeremy spends the next few minutes soaping every inch of my body, yet ignoring the one place I need him the most.\n\nPlacing his hands on my hips, he turns me to face him, then kneels. \"Lift your leg,\" he demands, and I do, setting it on his knee. He cleans my foot and ankle, running soapy hands up my leg and thigh before the water rushes the suds away. \"Other one.\" He repeats the process, working his way closer and closer to my core, and I whimper softly, needing him to touch me.\n\nHis tongue dips out to dampen his lips, lust shining in his eyes. Leaning up, he grabs my ass, pulling me into him before his mouth descends on my pussy. I cry out as his teeth scrape against my clit, my hips rocking into him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He holds me tight, his tongue dipping into me, eating me as if I were his last meal.\n\nA soapy finger runs between my cheeks, pressing lightly on the puckered hole. I gasp, then moan as he breaches the tight ring. \"This will be mine soon,\" he states as he brings himself to his feet, crashing his mouth down on mine. I can taste myself on him, and it makes me wetter, desperate for him to be inside me.\n\nJeremy pulls back, both of us breathing heavily. \"I haven't been with anyone since my last test, and I've had a vasectomy. Can I have you bare?\"\n\nNodding, I admit, \"I haven't been with anyone since Philip.\" Jeremy brushes the damp strands of hair from my face, then kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pulling back, he spins me around.\n\n\"Place your hands on the rail and arch your back.\" I obey immediately, the dominant tone in his voice causing all sorts of fluttery motions in my belly. \"Now part your legs, Grace. I need you.\"\n\nWidening my stance, I hold tightly onto the shower's handrail, arching my back as instructed. \"God, you're beautiful,\" he rasps, his hands spreading over my ass. He spreads my cheeks and puts his mouth on me, the forbidden feeling of it enhancing my pleasure. Two fingers spear into my core as his thumb rubs my clit, pumping in and out steadily as I grind back into him, the pressure building, taking me higher and higher before I scream out his name, waves of pleasure rushing through me.\n\nJeremy's fingers disappear and then he's pressing me against the tiles, his long thick cock pushing into me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My breasts are flattened into the wall as Jeremy thrusts into me again and again, filling me completely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hand twines in my hair, pulling it into a ponytail, using it to hold on to as he intensifies his pace.\n\nSoft moans spill from my lips as the pressure starts to mount again. Jeremy lets go of my hair and grabs my hips, fingers pressing into my flesh as he pounds into me. \"Fuck, Grace,\" he grinds out. \"You take my cock so well, baby. I'm going to come soon and I want you there with me. Rub your clit.\"\n\nReaching down, I pinch on it hard, crying out at the pleasure-pain as another orgasm tears through me. \"Yes,\" Jeremy hisses as my walls clamp down on him, and after three more hard thrusts, pours himself into me.\n\nAfter we catch our breaths, I pour some of the shower gel into my palms, then return the favor, cleaning Jeremy from head to toe. It's one of the more sensuous moments in my life, both of us worshipping the other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We finally get out when the water begins to run cold, and after we're dressed, we make our way to the kitchen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jeremy had put breakfast in the oven to keep warm, and after a hearty meal of eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee, he asks, \"If it's too soon for you, just say … but my mom has been hoping that you'd come to Sunday dinner at their house sometime soon. Would you like to come this weekend?\"\n\nI pause, my coffee cup pressed to my lips as a sliver of panic courses through me. Rolling my lips under my teeth, I let out a deep breath, then nod. \"That would be nice. Will it be just your parents, or will your brother and sister be there too?\"\n\n\"The whole family,\" Jeremy replies as he pops the last piece of bacon in his mouth. \"Their kids too, so it might get a bit rowdy. But they're all anxious to meet you.\"\n\nSwallowing nervously, I set my cup down on the island. \"You've told your mom about me?\"\n\nJeremy nods, a smile breaking out on his face. \"Only good things.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hope so!\" I tease." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You haven't seen my bad side yet.\"\n\nJeremy snorts and rounds the island, pulling me into his chest. \"I don't believe you have one. You're an angel.\"\n\nWetting my lips, I reply huskily, \"Angels don't have the kind of thoughts I'm having.\"\n\n\"Jesus,\" Jeremy groans, then ducks down, throwing me over his shoulder. Slapping my ass, he carries me into his room, tossing me on the bed with a squeal as he kicks the door closed and tears his shirt off.\n\nAnd then I proceed to show him I'm right—I'm no angel." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "writing exercise: nine sentences sentences continuing this chapter, Kayla McKinney style, contemporary, romance genre. characters may be pre-established" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Keep going w/ seven sentences more. Note: Might reference existing chars" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes and character familiarity in the scifi, science fiction fantasy, dying Earth genre." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As I left the showman's tent, I glanced up at the sun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The western horizon had already climbed more than half up the sky; in a watch or less it would be time for me to make my appearance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agia was gone, and any hope of overtaking her had been lost in the frantic time I had spent dashing from one end of the fair to the other; yet I took comfort from the green man's prophecy, which I took to mean that Agia and I should meet again before either of us died, and from the thought that since she had come to watch Barnoch drawn into the light, so, equally, might she come to observe the executions of Morwenna and the cattle thief." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "These speculations occupied me at first as I made my way back to the inn. But before I reached the room I shared with Jonas, they had been displaced by recollections of Thecla and my elevation to journeyman, both occasioned by the need to change from my new lay clothes into the fuligin of the guild.\n\nSo strong is the power of association that it could be exercised by that habit while it was still out of sight on the pegs in the room, and by Terminus Est while she remained concealed beneath the mattress.\n\nIt used to entertain me, while I was still attendant upon Thecla, to find that I could anticipate much of her conversation, and particularly the first of it, from the nature of the gift I carried when I entered her cell. If it were some favorite food thieved from the kitchen, for example, it would elicit a description of a meal at the House Absolute, and the kind of food I brought even governed the nature of the repast described: flesh, a sporting dinner with the shrieking and trumpeting of game caught alive drifting up from the abattoir below and much talk of brachets, hawks, and hunting leopards; sweets, a private repast given by one of the great Chatelaines for a few friends, deliciously intimate, and soaked in gossip; fruit, a twilit garden party in the vast park of the House Absolute, lit by a thousand torches and enlivened by jugglers, actors, dancers, and pyrotechnic displays.\n\nShe ate standing as often as sitting, walking the three strides that took her from one end of her cell to the other, holding the dish in her left hand while she gestured with her right. \"Like this, Severian, they all spring into the ringing sky, showering green and magenta sparks, while the maroons boom like thunder!\"\n\nBut her poor hand could hardly show the rockets rising higher than her towering head, for the ceiling was not much taller than she." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I'm boring you. A moment ago, when you brought me these peaches, you looked so happy, and now you won't smile. It's just that it does me good, here, to remember those things. How I'll enjoy them when I see them again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was not bored, of course. It was only that it saddened me to see her, a woman still young and endowed with a terrible beauty, so confined...\n\nJonas was uncovering Terminus Est for me when I came into our room. I poured myself a cup of wine. \"How do you feel?\" he asked.\n\n\"What of you? It's your first time, after all.\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"I only have to fetch and carry. You've done it before? I wondered, because you look so young.\"\n\n\"Yes, I've done it before. Never to a woman.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You think she's innocent?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was taking off my shirt; when I had my arms freed I mopped my face with it and shook my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sure she's not. I went down and talked to her last night—they have her chained at the edge of the water, where the midges are bad. I told you about it.\"\n\nJonas reached for the wine himself, his metal hand clinking when it met the cup. \"You told me that she was beautiful, and that she had black hair like—\"\n\n\"Thecla. But Morwenna's is straight. Thecla's curled.\"\n\n\"Like Thecla, whom you seem to have loved as I love your friend Jolenta. I confess you had a great deal more time to fall in love than I did. And you told me she said her husband and child had died of some sickness, probably from bad water. The husband had been quite a bit older than she.\"\n\nI said, \"About your age, I think.\"\n\n\"And there was an older woman there who had wanted him too, and now she was tormenting the prisoner.\"\n\n\"Only with words.\" Among the guild, apprentices alone wear shirts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I drew on my trousers and put my cloak (which was of fuligin, the color darker than black) around my bare shoulders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Clients who have been exposed by the authorities like that have usually been stoned. When we see them they're bruised, and often they've lost a few teeth. Sometimes they have broken bones. The women have been raped.\"\n\n\"You say she's beautiful. Perhaps people think she's innocent. Perhaps they took pity on her.\"\n\nI picked up Terminus Est, drew her, and let the soft sheath fall away. \"The innocent have enemies.\n\nThey are afraid of her.\"\n\nWe went out together.\n\nWhen I had entered the inn, I had to push my way through the mob of drinkers. Now it opened before me. I wore my mask and carried Terminus Est unsheathed across my shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Outside, the sounds of the fair stilled as we went forward until nothing remained but a whispering, as though we strode through a wilderness of leaves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The executions were to take place at the very center of the festivities, and a dense crowd had already gathered there. A caloyer in red stood beside the scaffold clutching his little formulary; he was an old man, as most of them are.\n\nThe two prisoners waited beside him, surrounded by the men who had taken forth Barnoch. The alcalde wore his yellow gown of office and his gold chain. By ancient custom, we must not use the steps (although I have seen Master Gurloes assist his vault to the scaffold with his sword, in the court before the Bell Tower). I was, very possibly, the only person present who knew of the tradition; but I did not break it, and a great roar, like the voice of some beast, escaped the crowd as I leaped up with my cloak billowing about me.\n\n\"Increate,\" read the caloyer, \"it is known to us that those who will perish here are no more evil in your sight than we. Their hands run with blood. Ours also.\"\n\nI examined the block." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Those used outside the immediate supervision of the guild are notoriously bad:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wide as a stool, dense as a fool, and dished, as a rule.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This one fulfilled the first two specifications in the proverbial description only too well, but by the mercy of Holy Katharine it was actually slightly convex, and though the idiotically hard wood would be sure to dull the male side of my blade, I was in the fortunate position of having before me one subject of either sex, so that I could use a fresh edge on each.\n\n\"...by thy will they may, in that hour, have so purified their spirits as to gain thy favor. We who must confront them then, though we spill their blood today...\"\n\nI posed, legs wide as I leaned upon my sword as if I were in complete control of the ceremony, though the truth was that I did not know which of them had drawn the short ribbon.\n\n\"You, the hero who will destroy the black worm that devours the sun; you for whom the sky parts as a curtain; you whose breath shall wither vast Erebus, Abaia, and Scylla who wallow beneath the wave; you that equally live in the shell of the smallest seed in the farthest forest, the seed that hath rolled into the dark where no man sees.\"\n\nThe woman Morwenna was coming up the steps, preceded by the alcalde and followed by a man with an iron spit who used it to prod her. Someone in the crowd shouted an obscene suggestion.\n\n\"...have mercy on those who had no mercy. Have mercy on us, who shall have none now.\"\n\nThe caloyer was finished, and the alcalde began." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Most hatefully and unnaturally...\"\n\nHis voice was high, quite different both from his normal speaking voice and the rhetorical tone he had adopted for the speech outside Barnoch's house. After listening absently for a few moments (I was looking for Agia in the crowd), it struck me that he was frightened. He would have to witness everything that was done to both prisoners at close range. I smiled, though my mask concealed it.\n\n\"...of respect for your sex. But you shall be branded on the right cheek and the left, your legs broken, and your head struck from your body.\" (I hoped they had had sense enough to remember that a brazier of coals would be required.)\n\n\"Through the power of the high justice laid upon my unworthy arm by the condescension of the Autarch—whose thoughts are the music of his subjects—I do now declare... I do now declare...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had forgotten it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I whispered the words: \"That your moment has come upon you.\"\n\n\"I do now declare that your moment has come on you, Morwenna.\"\n\n\"If you have pleas for the Conciliator, speak them in your heart.\"\n\n\"If you have pleas for the Conciliator, speak them.\"\n\n\"If you have counsels for the children of women, there will be no voice for them after this.\"\n\nThe alcalde's self-possession was returning, and he got it all: \"If you have counsels for the children of women, there will be no voice for them after this.\"\n\nClearly but not loudly, Morwenna said, \"I know that most of you think me guilty. I am innocent. I would never do the horrible things you have accused me of.\" The crowd drew closer to hear her." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Somewhere in your response, you need to say: \"The good man who read the prayers for me, and who has talked to me before I was brought here, prayed that I would forgive you if I achieved bliss before you. I have never until now had it in my power to grant a prayer, but I grant his. I forgive you now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Many of you are my witnesses that I loved Stachys. I loved the child Stachys gave me.\"\n\nA patch of color caught my eye, purple-black in the strong spring sunshine. It was such a bouquet of threnodic roses as a mute might carry at a funeral. The woman who held them was Eusebia, whom I had met when she tormented Morwenna at the riverside. As I watched her, she inhaled their perfume rapturously, then employed their thorny stems to open a path for herself through the crowd, so that she stood just at the base of the scaffold. \"These are for you, Morwenna. Die before they fade.\"\n\nI hammered the planks with the blunt tip of my blade for silence. Morwenna said, \"The good man who read the prayers for me, and who has talked to me before I was brought here, prayed that I would forgive you if I achieved bliss before you. I have never until now had it in my power to grant a prayer, but I grant his. I forgive you now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eusebia was about to speak again, but I silenced her with a look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The gap-toothed, grinning man beside her waved, and with something of a start I recognized Hethor.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" Morwenna asked me.\n\n\"I am.\"\n\nJonas had just set a bucket of glowing charcoal on the scaffold. From it thrust what was presumably the handle of a suitable inscribed iron; but there was no chair. I gave the alcalde a glance I intended to be significant. I might have been looking at a post. At last I said, \"Have we a chair, Your Worship?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I sent two men to fetch one. And some rope.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When?\" (The crowd was beginning to stir and murmur.)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A few moments ago.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The evening before he had assured me that everything would be in readiness, but there was no point in reminding him of that now." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'better' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is no one, as I have since found, so liable to fluster on the scaffold as the average rural official. He is torn between an ardent desire to be the center of attention (a position closed to him at an execution) and the quite justified fear that he lacks the ability and training that might enable him to comport himself well. The most cowardly client, mounting the steps in the full knowledge that his eyes are to be plucked out, will in nineteen cases from a score conduct himself better. Even a shy cenobite, unused to the sounds of men and diffident to the point of tears, can be better relied on.\n\nSomeone called, \"Get it over with!\"\n\nI looked at Morwenna. With her famished face and clear complexion, her pensive smile and large, dark eyes, she was a prisoner likely to arouse quite undesirable feelings of sympathy in the crowd.\n\n\"We could seat her on the block,\" I told the alcalde." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'morwenna' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could not resist adding, \"It's more suited to that anyway.\"\n\n\"There's nothing to tie her with.\"\n\nI had permitted myself a remark too many already, so I forbore giving my opinion of those who require their prisoners bound.\n\nInstead, I laid Terminus Est flat behind the block, made Morwenna sit down, lifted my arms in the ancient salute, took the iron in my right hand, and, gripping her wrists with my left, administered the brand to either cheek, then held up the iron still glowing almost white. The scream had silenced the crowd for an instant; now they roared.\n\nThe alcalde straightened himself and seemed to become a new man. \"Let them see her,\" he said.\n\nI had been hoping to avoid that, but I helped Morwenna to rise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With her right hand in mine, as though we were taking part in a country dance, we made a slow, formal circuit of the platform." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hethor was beside himself with delight, and though I tried to shut out the sound of his voice, I could hear him boasting of his acquaintance with me to the people around him.\n\nEusebia held up her bouquet to Morwenna, calling, \"Here, you'll need these soon enough.\"\n\nWhen we had gone once around, I looked at the alcalde, and after the pause necessitated by his wondering at the occasion for the delay, received the signal to proceed.\n\nMorwenna whispered, \"Will it be over soon?\"\n\n\"It is almost over now.\" I had seated her on the block again, and was picking up my sword. \"Close your eyes. Try to remember that almost everyone who has ever lived has died, even the Conciliator, who will rise as the New Sun.\"\n\nHer pale, long-lashed eyelids fell, and she did not see the upraised sword." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The flash of steel silenced the crowd again, and when the full hush had come, I brought the flat of the blade down upon her thighs; over the smack of it on flesh, the sound of the femurs breaking came as clear as the crack, crack of a winning boxer's left-hand, right-hand blows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For an instant Morwenna remained poised on the block, fainted but not fallen; in that instant I took a backward step and severed her neck with the smooth, horizontal stroke that is so much more difficult to master than the downward.\n\nTo be candid, it was not until I saw the up-jetting fountain of blood and heard the thud of the head striking the platform that I knew I had carried it off. Without realizing it, I had been as nervous as the alcalde.\n\nThat is the moment when, again by ancient tradition, the customary dignity of the guild is relaxed. I wanted to laugh and caper. The alcalde was shaking my shoulder and babbling as I wished to myself; I could not hear what he said—some happy nonsense. I held up my sword, and taking the head by the hair held it up too, and paraded the scaffold. Not a single circuit this time, but again and again, three times, four times." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A breeze had sprung up; it dotted my mask and arm and bare chest with scarlet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crowd was shouting the inevitable jests: \"Will you cut my wife's (husband's) hair too?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Half a measure of sausage when you're done with that.\"\n\n\"Can I have her hat?\"\n\nI laughed at them all and was feigning to toss the head to them when someone plucked at my ankle.\n\nIt was Eusebia, and I knew before her first word that she was under that compulsion to speak I had often observed among the clients in our tower. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, and her face was twisted by her attempt to get my attention, so that she looked simultaneously older and younger than she had appeared before. I could not make out what she was shouting and bent to listen.\n\n\"Innocent! She was innocent!\"\n\nThis was no time to explain that I had not been Morwenna's judge. I only nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She took Stachys—from me! Now she's dead. Do you understand? She was innocent after all, but I am so glad!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nodded again and made another circuit of the scaffold, holding up the head.\n\n\"I killed her!\" Eusebia screamed. \"Not you—!\"\n\nI called down to her: \"If you like!\"\n\n\"Innocent! I knew her—so careful. She would have kept something back—poison for herself! She would have died before you got her.\"\n\nHethor grasped her arm and pointed to me. \"My master! Mine! My own!\"\n\n\"So it was somebody else. Or sickness after all—\"\n\nI shouted: \"To the Demiurge alone belongs all justice!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crowd was still noisy, though it had quieted a trifle by this time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But she stole my Stachys, and now she's gone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Louder than ever: \"Oh, wonderful! She's gone!\"\n\nWith that, Eusebia plunged her face into the bouquet as though to fill her lungs to bursting with the roses'\n\ncloying perfume. I dropped Morwenna's head into the basket that awaited it and wiped my sword blade with the piece of scarlet flannel Jonas handed me. When I noticed Eusebia again she was lifeless, sprawled among a circle of onlookers. At the time I thought little of it, only supposing that her heart had failed in her excess of joy. Later that afternoon the alcalde had her bouquet examined by an apothecary, who found among the petals a strong but subtle poison he could not identify. Morwenna must, I suppose, have had it in her hand when she mounted the steps, and must have cast it into the blossoms when I led her around the scaffold after the branding.\n\nAllow me to pause here and speak to you as one mind to another, though we are separated, perhaps, by the abyss of eons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though what I have already written—from the locked gate to the fair at Saltus—embraces most of my adult life, and what remains to be recorded concerns a few months only, I feel I am less than half concluded with my narrative." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In order that it shall not fill a library as great as old Ultan's, I will (I tell you now plainly) pass over many things. I have recounted the execution of Agia's twin brother Agilus because of its importance to my story, and that of Morwenna because of the unusual circumstances surrounding it. I will not recount others unless they hold some special interest. If you delight in another's pain and death, you will gain little satisfaction from me. Let it be sufficient to say that I performed the prescribed operations on the cattle thief, which terminated in his execution; in the future, when I describe my travels, you are to understand that I practiced the mystery of our guild where it was profitable to do so, though I do not mention the specific occasions." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 11 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Characters and story elements may appear without introduction - roll with them naturally. Try to mimic the style of Gene Wolfe." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I recall my second passage through the tunnel that led to the outer world, I feel it occupied a watch or more. My nerves have never, I suppose, been fully sound, tormented as they have always been by a relentless memory. Then they were keyed to the highest pitch, so that to take three strides seemed to exhaust a lifetime. I was frightened, of course. I have never been called a coward since I was a small boy, and on certain occasions various persons have commented on my courage. I have performed my duties as a member of the guild without flinching, fought both privately and in war, climbed crags, and several times nearly drowned. But I believe there is no other difference between those who are called courageous and those who are branded craven than that the second are fearful before the danger and the first after it.\n\nNo one can be much frightened, certainly, during a period of great and imminent peril—the mind is too much concentrated on the thing itself, and on the actions necessary to meet or avoid it. The coward is a coward, then, because he has brought his fear with him; persons we think cowardly will sometimes amaze us by their bravery, if they have had no forewarning of their danger.\n\nMaster Gurloes, whom I had supposed to be of the most dauntless courage when I was a boy, was unquestionably a coward. During the period when Drotte was captain of apprentices, Roche and I used to alternate, turn and turn about, in serving Master Gurloes and Master Palaemon; and one night, when Master Gurloes had retired to his cabin but instructed me to stay to fill his cup for him, he began to confide in me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lad, do you know the client Ia? An armiger's daughter and quite good-looking.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As an apprentice I had few dealings with clients; I shook my head." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'don't' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She is to be abused.\"\n\nI had no idea what he meant, so I said, \"Yes, Master.\"\n\n\"That's the greatest disgrace that can befall a woman. Or a man either. To be abused. By the torturer.\" He touched his chest and threw back his head to look at me. He had a remarkably small head for so large a man; if he had worn a shirt or jacket (which of course he never did), one would have been tempted to believe it padded.\n\n\"Yes, Master.\"\n\n\"Aren't you going to offer to do it for me? A young fellow like you, full of juice. Don't tell me you're not hairy yet.\"\n\nAt last I understood what he meant, and I told him that I had not realized it would be permissible, since I was still an apprentice; but that if he gave the order, I would certainly obey.\n\n\"I imagine you would. She's not bad, you know. But tall, and I don't like them tall. There's an exultant's bastard in that family a generation or so back, you may be sure. Blood will confess itself, as they say, though only we know all that means. Want to do it?\"\n\nHe held out his cup and I poured. \"If you wish me to, Master.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The truth was that I was excited at the thought. I had never possessed a woman.\n\n\"You can't. I must. What if I were to be questioned? Then too, I must certify it—sign the papers. A master of the guild for twenty years, and I've never falsified papers. I suppose you think I can't do it.\"\n\nThe thought had never crossed my mind, just as the opposite thought (that he might still retain some potency) had never occurred to me with regard to Master Palaemon, whose white hair, stooped shoulders, and peering lens made him seem like one who had been decrepit always.\n\n\"Well, look here,\" Master Gurloes said, and heaved himself out of his chair. He was one of those who can walk well and speak clearly even when they are very drunk, and he strode over to a cabinet quite confidently, though I thought for a moment that he was going to drop the blue porcelain jar he took down.\n\n\"This is a rare and potent drug.\" He took the lid off and showed me a dark brown powder. \"It never fails. You'll have to use it someday, so you ought to know about it. Just take as much as you could get under your fingernail on the end of a knife, you follow me? If you take too much, you won't be able to appear in public for a couple of days.\"\n\nI said, \"I'll remember, Master.\"\n\n\"Of course it's a poison. They all are, and this is the best—a little more than that would kill you. And you mustn't take it again until the moon changes, understand?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perhaps you'd better have Brother Corbinian weigh the dose, Master.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Corbinian was our apothecary; I was terrified that Master Gurloes might swallow a spoonful before my eyes." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'that's'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Me? I don't need it.\" Contemptuously, he put the lid on the jar again and banged it down on its shelf in the cabinet.\n\n\"That's well, Master.\"\n\n\"Besides,\" (he winked at me), \"I'll have this.\" From his sabretache he took an iron phallus. It was about a span and a half long and had a leather thong through the end opposite the tip.\n\nIt must seem idiotic to you who read this, but for an instant I could not imagine what the thing was for, despite the somewhat exaggerated realism of its design. I had a wild notion that the wine had rendered him childish, as a little boy is who supposes there is no essential difference between his wooden mount and a real animal. I wanted to laugh.\n\n\"'Abuse,' that's their word. That, you see, is where they've left us an out.\" He had slapped the iron phallus against his palm—the same gesture, now that I think of it, that the man-ape who had threatened me had made with his mace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then I had understood and had been gripped by revulsion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But even that revulsion was not the emotion I would feel now in the same situation. I did not sympathize with the client, because I did not think of her at all; it was only a sort of repugnance for Master Gurloes, who with all his bulk and great strength was forced to rely on the brown powder, and still worse, on the iron phallus I had seen, an object that might have been sawed from a statue, and perhaps had been. Yet I saw him on another occasion, when the thing had to be done immediately for fear the order could not otherwise be carried out before the client died, act at once, and without powder or phallus, and without difficulty.\n\nMaster Gurloes was a coward then. Still, perhaps his cowardice was better than the courage I would have possessed in his position, for courage is not always a virtue. I had been courageous (as such things are counted) when I had fought the man-apes, but my courage was no more than a mixture of foolhardiness, surprise, and desperation; now, in the tunnel, when there was no longer any cause for fear, I was afraid and nearly dashed my brains out against the low ceiling; but I did not pause or even slacken speed before I saw the opening before me, made visible by the blessed sheen of moonlight. Then, indeed, I halted; and considering myself safe wiped my sword as well as I might with the ragged edge of my cloak, and sheathed her.\n\nThat done, I slung her over my shoulder and swung myself out and down, feeling with the toes of my sodden boots for the ledges that had supported me in the ascent. I had just gained the third when two quarrels struck the rock near my head. One must have wedged its point in some flaw in the ancient work, for it remained in place, blazing with white fire. I recall how astonished I was, and also how I hoped, in the few moments before the next struck nearer still and nearly blinded me, that the arbalests were not of the kind that bring a new projectile to the string when cocked, and thus are so swift to shoot again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the third exploded against the stone, I knew they were, and dropped before the marksmen who had missed could fire yet again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was, as I ought to have known there would be, a deep pool where the stream fell from the mouth of the mine. I got another ducking, but since I was already wet it did no harm, and in fact quenched the flecks of fire that had clung to my face and arms.\n\nThere could be no question here of cannily remaining below the surface. The water seized me as if I were a stick and flung me to the top where it willed. This, by the greatest good luck, was some distance from the rock-face, and I was able to watch my attackers from behind as I clambered onto the bank.\n\nThey and the woman who stood between them were staring at the place where the cascade fell.\n\nAs I drew Terminus Est for the final time that night, I called, \"Over here, Agia.\"\n\nI had guessed earlier that it was she, but as she turned (more swiftly than either of the men with her) I glimpsed her face in the moonlight. It was a terrible face to me (though for all her self-depreciation so lovely) because the sight of it meant that Thecla was surely dead.\n\nThe man nearest me was fool enough to try to bring his arbalest to his shoulder before he pulled the trigger. I ducked and cut his legs from under him, while the other's quarrel whizzed over my head like a meteor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time I had straightened up again, the second man had dropped his arbalest and was drawing his hanger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Agia was quicker, making a cut at my neck with an athame before his weapon was free of the scabbard. I dodged her first stroke and parried her second, though Terminus Est's blade was not made for fencing. My own attack made her bound back.\n\n\"Get behind him,\" she called to the second arbalestier. \"I can front him.\"\n\nHe did not answer. Instead, his mouth swung open and his point swung wide.\n\nBefore I realized that it was not at me that he was looking, something feverishly gleaming bounded past me. I heard the ugly sound of a breaking skull.\n\nAgia turned as gracefully as any cat and would have spitted the man-ape, but I struck the poisoned blade from her hand and sent it skittering into the pool.\n\nShe tried to flee then; I caught her by the hair and jerked her off her feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man-ape was mumbling over the body of the arbalestier he had killed—whether he sought to loot it or was merely curious about its appearance I have never known." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'man-ape' should appear 3 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I set my foot on Agia's neck, and the man-ape straightened and turned to face me, then dropped in the crouching posture I had seen in the mine and held up his arms. One hand was gone; I recognized the clean cut of Terminus Est. The man-ape mumbled something I could not understand.\n\nI tried to reply. \"Yes, I did that. I am sorry. We are at peace now.\"\n\nThe beseeching look remained, and he spoke again. Blood still seeped from the stump, though his kind must possess a mechanism for pinching shut the veins, as thylacodons are said to do; without the attentions of a surgeon, a man would have bled to death from that wound.\n\n\"I cut it,\" I said. \"But it was while we were still fighting, before you people saw the Claw of the Conciliator.\" Then it came to me that he must have followed me outside for another glimpse of the gem, braving the fear engendered by whatever we had waked below the hill. I thrust my hand into the top of my boot and pulled out the Claw, and the instant I had done so realized what a fool I had been to put the boot and its precious cargo so close to Agia's reach, for her eyes went wide with cupidity at the moment that the man-ape abased himself further and stretched forth his piteous stump." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a moment we were posed, all three, and a strange group we must have looked in that eerie light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An astonished voice—Jonas's—called \"Severian!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "from the heights above. Like the trumpet note in a shadow play that dissolves all feigning, that shout ended our tableau. I lowered the Claw and concealed it in my palm. The man-ape bolted for the rock face, and Agia began to struggle and curse beneath my foot.\n\nA rap with the flat of my blade quieted her, but I kept my boot on her until Jonas had joined me and there were two of us to prevent her escape.\n\n\"I thought you might need help,\" he said. \"I perceive I was mistaken.\" He was looking at the corpses of the men who had been with Agia.\n\nI said, \"This wasn't the real fight.\"\n\nAgia was sitting up, rubbing her neck and shoulders. \"There were four, and we would have had you, but the bodies of those things, those firefly tiger-men, started pitching out of the hole, and two were afraid and slipped away.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jonas scratched his head with his steel hand, a sound like the currying of a charger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I saw what I thought I saw, then. I had begun to wonder.\"\n\nI asked what he thought he had seen.\n\n\"A glowing being in a fur robe making an obeisance to you. You were holding up a cup of burning brandy, I think. Or was it incense? What's this?\" He bent and picked up something from the edge of the bank, where the man-ape had crouched.\n\n\"A bludgeon.\"\n\n\"Yes, I see that.\" There was a loop of sinew at the end of the bone handle, and Jonas slipped it over his wrist. \"Who are these people who tried to kill you?\"\n\n\"We would have,\" Agia said, \"if it hadn't been for that cloak. We saw him coming out of the hole, but it covered him when he started to climb down, and my men couldn't see the target, only the skin of his arms.\"\n\nI explained as briefly as I could how I had become involved with Agia and her twin, and described the death of Agilus.\n\n\"So now she's come to join him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jonas looked from her to the crimson length of Terminus Est and gave a little shrug. \"I left my merychip up there, and perhaps I ought to go and look after her. That way I can say afterward that I saw nothing. Was this woman the one who sent the letter?\"\n\n\"I should have known. I had told her about Thecla. You don't know about Thecla, but she did, and that was what the letter was about. I told her while we were going through the Botanic Gardens in Nessus. There were mistakes in the letter and things Thecla would never have said, but I didn't stop to think of them when I read it.\"\n\nI stepped away and replaced the Claw in my boot, thrusting it deep. \"Maybe you had better attend to your animal, as you say. My own seems to have broken loose, and we may have to take turns riding yours.\"\n\nJonas nodded and began to climb back the way he had come. \"You were waiting for me, weren't you?\" I asked Agia. \"I heard something, and the destrier cocked his ears at the sound. That was you.\n\nWhy didn't you kill me then?\"\n\n\"We were up there.\" She gestured toward the heights. \"And I wanted the men I'd hired to shoot you when you came wading up the brook. They were stupid and stubborn as men always are, and said they wouldn't waste their quarrels—that the creatures inside would kill you. I rolled down a stone, the biggest I could move, but by then it was too late.\"\n\n\"They had told you about the mine?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agia shrugged, and the moonlight turned her bare shoulders to something more precious and more beautiful than flesh." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're going to kill me now, so what does it matter? All the local people tell stories about this place. They say those things come out at night during storms and take animals from the cowsheds, and sometimes break into the houses for children. There's also a legend that they guard treasure inside, so I put that in the letter too. I thought if you wouldn't come for your Thecla, you might for that. Can I stand with my back to you, Severian? If it's all the same, I don't want to see it coming.\"\n\nWhen she said that, I felt as though a weight had been lifted from my heart: I had not been certain I could strike her if I had to look into her face. I raised my own iron phallus, and as I did so felt there was one more thing I wanted to ask Agia; but I could not recall what it might be.\n\n\"Strike,\" she said. \"I am ready.\"\n\nI sought good footing, and my fingers found the woman's head at one end of the guard, the head that marked the female edge. And a little later, again, \"Strike!\" But by that time I had climbed out of the vale." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Narrative Continuation Protocol:\nQuantity: 1 sentence\nStyle: Gene Wolfe\nGenre: scifi, science fiction fantasy, dying Earth\nContext: Part of larger work" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I called, \"Is he dead? \", and saw Jonas nod in reply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I would have ridden away then, but he motioned for me to join him and dismounted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When we met by the uhlan's body, he said, \"We may be able to destroy those things so they can't be flown against us again or be used to harm anyone else. They're sated now, and I think we might handle them. We need something to put them in—something water-tight, of metal or glass.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had nothing of that kind and told him so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Neither have I.\" He knelt beside the uhlan and turned out his pockets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aromatic smoke from the blazing tree wreathed everything like incense, and I had the sensation of being once more in the Cathedral of the Pelerines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The litter of twigs and last summer's leaves on which the uhlan lay might have been the straw-strewn floor; the trunks of the scattered trees, the supporting poles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Here,\" Jonas said, and picked up a brass vasculum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unscrewing the lid he emptied it of herbs, then rolled the dead uhlan on his back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where are they?\" I asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Has the body absorbed them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jonas shook his head, and after a moment began, very carefully and delicately, to draw one of the dark things from the uhlan's left nostril." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Save for being absolutely opaque, it was like the finest tissue paper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wondered at his caution." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you tear it, won't it just become two?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, but it is sated now. Divided, it would lose energy and might be impossible to handle. A lot of people have died, by the way, because they found they could cut these creatures, and choose to stand their ground doing it until they were surrounded by too many to fend off.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the uhlan's eyes was half-open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had seen corpses often before, but I could not escape the eerie feeling that he was in some sense watching me, the man who had killed him to save himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To turn my mind to other things, I said, \"After I cut the first one, it seemed to fly more slowly.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jonas had placed the horror he had drawn out in the vasculum and was extracting a second from the right nostril; he murmured, \"The speed of any flying thing depends on its wing area. If that weren't the case, the adepts who use these creatures would tear them into scraps before they sent them forth, I suppose.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You sound as though you've encountered them before.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We docked once at a port where they're used in ritual murders. I suppose it was inevitable that someone would bring them home, but these are the first I've seen here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He opened the brass lid and laid the second fuligin thing on the first, which stirred sluggishly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They'll recombine in there—this is what the adepts do to get them back together. I doubt if you noticed it, but they were torn somewhat in going through the wood and healed themselves in flight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's one more,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He nodded and used his steel hand to force open the dead man's mouth; instead of holding teeth and livid tongue and gums it appeared to be a bottomless gulf, and for a moment my stomach churned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jonas drew out the third creature, streaked with the dead man's saliva." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wouldn't he have had a nostril open, or his mouth, if I hadn't cut the thing a second time?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Until they worked their way into his lungs. We're lucky, actually, to have been able to get to him so quickly. Otherwise you would have had to slice the body open to get them out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A wisp of smoke called to mind the burning cedar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If it was heat they wanted...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They prefer life's heat, though they can sometimes be distracted by a fire of living vegetable matter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's something more than heat, I think, really. Perhaps some radiant energy characteristic of growing cells.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jonas stuffed the third creature into the vasculum and snapped it shut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We called them notules, because they usually came after dark, when they could not be seen, and the first warning we had was a breath of warmth; but I have no idea what the natives call them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where is this island?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked at me curiously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is it far from the coast? I've always wanted to see Uroboros, though I suppose it is dangerous.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Very far,\" Jonas said in a flat voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Very far indeed. Wait a moment.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I waited, watching, as he strode to the riverbank." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He threw the vasculum hard—it had almost reached midstream when it dropped into the water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he returned I asked, \"Couldn't we have used those things ourselves? It doesn't seem likely that whoever sent them is going to give up now, and we might have need of them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They would not obey us, and the world is better without them anyway, as the butcher's wife told him when she cut away his manhood. Now we'd best be going. There's somebody coming down the road.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked where Jonas had pointed, and saw two figures on foot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had caught his destrier by the halter as it drank and was ready to climb into the saddle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait,\" I said. \"Or go on a chain or two and wait for me there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was thinking of the man-ape's bleeding stump, and I seemed to see the dim votive lights of the cathedral hanging, crimson and magenta, among the trees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I reached into my boot, far down where I had pushed it for safety, and drew out the Claw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the first time I had seen it by full daylight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It caught the sun and flashed like a New Sun itself, not blue only but with every color from violet to cyan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I laid it on the uhlan's forehead, and for an instant tried to will him alive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come on,\" Jonas called." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What are you doing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I did not know how to answer him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's not quite dead,\" Jonas called." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get off the road before he finds his lance!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He lashed his mount." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Faintly, a voice I seemed to recognize called, \"Master!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I turned my head to look down the grass-grown highway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Master!\" One of the travelers waved an arm, and both began to run." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's Hethor,\" I said; but Jonas had gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked back at the uhlan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Both his eyes were open now, and his chest rose and fell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I took the Claw from his forehead and thrust it back into my boot-top, he sat up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shouted to Hethor and his companion to leave the road, but they did not appear to understand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who are you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A friend,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though the uhlan was feeble, he tried to rise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I gave him my hand and pulled him up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment he stared at everything—myself, the two men running toward him, the river, and the trees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The destriers appeared to frighten him, even his own, which stood patiently awaiting its rider." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is this place?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Only a stretch of the old road beside Gyoll.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shook his head and pressed it with his hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hethor came panting up, like an ill-bred dog that has run when called and now expects a petting for it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His companion, whom he had outreached by a hundred strides or so, wore the gaudy clothes and greasy look of a small trader." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"M-m-master,\" Hethor said, \"you can have no idea how much t-t-trouble, how much deadly loss and difficulty we have had in overtaking you across the mountains, across the wide-blown seas and c-c-creaking plains of this fair world. What am I, your s-slave, but an abandoned sh-shell, the sport of a thousand tides, cast up here in this lonely place because I cannot r-r-rest without you? H-how could you, the red-clawed master, know of the endless labor you've cost us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Since I left you in Saltus afoot and have been well mounted these past few days, I should think a good deal.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Exactly,\" he said. \"Exactly.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked significantly at his companion as if my remark had confirmed something he had told him earlier, and sank down to rest upon the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The uhlan said slowly, \"I am Cornet Mineas. Who are you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hethor bobbed his head as though he would have bowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"M-m-master is the noble Severian, servant of the Autarch—whose urine is the wine of his subjects—in the Guild of the Seekers for Truth and Penitence. H-h-hethor is his humble servant. Beuzec is also his humble servant. I suppose the man who rode away is his servant too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I gestured for him to be quiet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We are all only poor travelers, Cornet. We saw you lying here stunned and sought to help you. A moment ago, we thought you dead; it must have been a near thing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What is this place?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "the uhlan asked again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hethor answered eagerly. \"The road north of Quiesco. M-mmaster, we were on a boat, sailing the wide waters of Gyoll in the blind night. We di-d-disembarked at Quiesco. On her deck and at her sails we worked our p-passage, Beuzec and me. So slowly upriver, while the lucky ones whizzed above on their way to the H-h-house Absolute, but she m-m-made h-h-headway whether we woke or slept, and thus we caught up to you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The House Absolute?\" the uhlan muttered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I said, \"It's not far from here, I think.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am to be especially vigilant.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I feel sure one of your comrades will be along soon.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I caught my mount and clambered onto his lofty back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"M-m-master, you're not going to l-l-leave us again? Beuzec has seen you perform but twice.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was about to answer Hethor when I caught sight of a flash of white among the trees across the highway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something huge was moving there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At once, the thought that the sender of the notules might have other weapons at hand filled my mind, and I dug my heels into the black's flanks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sprang away. For half a league or more we raced along the narrow strip of ground that separated the road from the river." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When at last I saw Jonas, I galloped across to warn him, and told him what I had seen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While I spoke he seemed lost in reflection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I had finished, he said, \"I know of nothing like the being you describe, but there may be many importations I know nothing of.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But surely such a thing wouldn't be wandering free like a strayed cow!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead of replying, Jonas pointed toward the ground a few strides ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A graveled path hardly more than a cubit wide wound among the trees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was bordered with more wild flowers than I have ever seen growing naturally in company, and it was of pebbles so uniform in size, and of such shining whiteness, that they must surely have been carried from some secret and far-off beach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After riding a bit closer to examine it, I asked Jonas what such a path here could possibly mean." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Only one thing, surely—that we are already on the grounds of the House Absolute.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Quite suddenly, I recalled the spot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" I said. \"Once Josepha and I, with some others, made up a fishing party and came here. We crossed by the twisted oak...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jonas looked at me as though I were mad, and for a moment I felt that I was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had ridden hunting often before, but this was a charger I sat, and no hunter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My hands raised themselves like spiders to pluck out my eyes—and would have done so if the ragged man beside me had not struck them down with his own hand, which was of steel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are not the Chatelaine Thecla,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are Severian, a journeyman of the torturers, who was unfortunate enough to love her. See yourself!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He held up the steel hand so that I could see a stranger's face, narrow, ugly, and bewildered, reflected in its work-polished balm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I remembered our tower then, the curved walls of smooth, dark metal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am Severian,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That is correct. The Chatelaine Thecla is dead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jonas...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The uhlan is alive now—you saw him. The Claw gave him life again. I laid it on his forehead, but perhaps it was just that he saw it with his dead eyes. He sat up. He breathed and spoke to me, Jonas.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He was not dead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You saw him,\" I said again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am much older than you are. Older than you think. If there is one thing I have learned in so many voyages, it is that the dead do not rise, nor the years turn back. What has been and is gone does not come again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thecla's face was before me still, but it was blown by a dark wind until it fluttered and went out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I said, \"If I had only used it, called on the power of the Claw when we were at the banquet of the dead...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The uhlan had nearly suffocated, but was not quite dead. When I got the notules away from him he was able to breathe, and after a time he regained consciousness. As for your Thecla, no power in the universe could have restored her to life. They must have dug her up while you were still imprisoned in the Citadel and stored her in an ice cave. Before we saw her, they had gutted her like a partridge and roasted her flesh.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gripped my arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Severian, don't be a fool!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At that moment I wanted only to perish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the notule had reappeared, I would have embraced it." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What did appear, far down the path, was a white shape like that I had seen nearer the river. I tore myself away from Jonas and galloped toward it." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write in the scifi, science fiction fantasy, dying Earth genre and use whatever I write as a jumping off point? Follow my lead on how characters are introduced." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ The Redoubt of the Magicians ]\n\nOnce, upon the margin of the unpastured sea, there stood a city of pale towers. In it dwelt the wise.\n\nNow that city had both law and curse. The law was this: That for all who dwelt there, life held but two paths: they might rise among the wise and walk clad with hoods of myriad colors, or they must leave the city and go into the friendless world.\n\nNow one there was who had studied long all the magic known in the city, which was most of the magic known in the world. And he grew near the time at which he must choose his path. In high summer, when flowers with yellow and careless heads thrust even from the dark walls overlooking the sea, he went to one of the wise who had shaded his face with myriad colors for longer than most could remember, and for long had taught the student whose time was come. And he said to him: \"How may I—even I who know nothing—have a place among the wise of the city? For I wish to study spells that are not sacred all my days, and not go into the friendless world to dig and carry for bread.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then the old man laughed and said, \"Do you recall how, when you were hardly more than a boy, I taught you the art by which we flesh sons from dream stuff? How skillful you were in those days, surpassing all the others! Go now, and flesh such a son, and I will show it to the hooded ones, and you will be as we.\"\n\nBut the student said: \"Another season. Let pass another season, and I will do everything you advise.\"\n\nAutumn came, and the sycamores of the city of pale towers, that were sheltered from the sea winds by its high wall, dropped leaves like the gold manufactured by their owners. And the wild salt geese streamed among the pale towers, and after them the ossifrage and the lammergeyer. Then the old man sent again for him who had been his student, and said: \"Now, surely, you must flesh for yourself a creation of dream as I have instructed you. For the others among the hooded ones grow impatient. Save for us, you are the eldest in the city, and it may be that if you do not act now they will turn you out by winter.\"\n\nBut the student answered: \"I must study further, that I may achieve what I seek. Can you not for one season protect me?\" And the old man who had taught him thought of the beauty of the trees that had for so many years delighted his eyes like the white limbs of women.\n\nAt length the golden autumn wore away, and Winter came stalking into the land from his frozen capital, where the sun rolls along the edge of the world like a trumpery gilded ball and the fires that flow between the stars and Urth kindle the sky. His touch turned the waves to steel, and the city of the magicians welcomed him, hanging banners of ice from its balconies and heaping its roofs with glaces of snow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The old man summoned his student again, and the student answered as before." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Spring came and with it gladness to all nature, but at spring the city was hung with black; and hatred, and the loathing of one's own powers—that eats like a worm at the heart—fell on the magicians. For the city had but one law and one curse, and though the law held sway all the year, the curse ruled the spring.\n\nIn spring, the most beautiful maidens of the city, the daughters of the magicians, were clothed in green; and while the soft winds of spring teased their golden hair, they walked unshod through the portal of the city, and down the narrow path that led to the quay, and boarded the black-sailed ship that waited them.\n\nAnd because of their golden hair, and their gowns of green faille, and because it seemed to the magicians that they were reaped like grain, they were called Corn Maidens.\n\nWhen the man who had long been the student of the old man but was yet unhooded heard the dirges and laments, and looking from his window saw the maidens filing by, he set aside all his books and began to draw such figures as no man had ever seen, and to write in many languages, as his master had taught him aforetime." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "same energy as L.E. Modesitt Jr, keep writing. story might have ongoing elements" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Raven: Vallura, 458 N.E." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My lungs still burned if I took too deep a breath, and I kept smelling, intermittently, an acridity that made everything taste a shade bitter, but I was back in my own dwelling, back in my own study, looking out over the valley, past the empty bird feeder that I needed to refill, and toward the red Navaho sandstone ramparts of the East Mountains—and too far behind in my contract work for OneCys. I sat down behind the flat surface that served as desk, console, snack table, and whatever, and called up the comm plan I'd been working on. I still had a week, and I could probably make the deadline.\n\nOneCys had decided to invest the resources in a comp analysis of all the profit centers of UniComm—from the porndraggies to high opera VRs, from double-bluff chat salons to Gate-dropping interstellar space combat simmies—not that the Federal Union had ever had any space combat or had run across anything but the comparative handful of artifacts found beyond Pavo 31.\n\nI smiled, briefly, recalling my own first encounter with a forerunner Gate." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'still' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We still weren't sure if it had been a Gate, no matter what I or any scientist claimed, but the similarities were there, and the location argued for it being a Gate—and there had been some odd occurrences.\n\nReminiscing wasn't going to pay the tariffs, and I began to go over the work I'd already done on the comp analysis, beginning with the VR high music dramas. I liked them, but I had to wonder about their appeal. Still, UniComm was scooping in creds, especially on some of the revivals, camp stuff like Socrates in Corinth. The orchestration was lush." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could tell that the UniComm contractor, probably Vebyr, had used a real orchestra—maybe even the Warsha." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Competing with that would be expensive for OneCys, but not competing would cost even more, especially if UniComm managed to reclaim market share it had been losing before revitalizing the VR high music stuff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of course, the ancient philosopher hadn't ever gone to Corinth, not so far as I knew, anyway, but that didn't seem to matter in getting netshare, especially in entertainment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My providing analysis to OneCys—the netsystem trying to take back market share from UniComm, the family firm run by Father and Gerrat—was more than a little ironic, but while Father occasionally gave hints of appreciating my abilities, Gerrat never had, and Gerrat was the one half-running the operation and being groomed to succeed Father.\n\nWhen I finished running through the analyses and comp recs I'd already completed, I put through the screen to Myrto. I just toggled the two-way holo, rather than using the headset for a complete VR interaction.\n\nImmediately, an image appeared in the middle of the study, that of a man of average height for the pre-selected, not quite two meters tall, with short black hair, deep blue eyes, and a winning smile. \"As you can see, I'm really not here, but I'd like to hear your message, and I'll get back to you when I can.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Myrto was honest with his sims. He didn't program them to lead you on or pretend that they were him with various routines. According to Gerrat, some of the UniComm execs had sims so elaborate that outsiders couldn't tell for certain whether they were dealing with a hurried and harried real person or an elaborate VR. Gerrat did, too, but he'd been careful to instruct his gatekeeper not to use it with me.\n\n\"Myrto... Daryn here. I'd like a few minutes. When you can.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I leaned back in the chair, gingerly, looking blankly toward the red stone bluffs across the valley to the east." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elysa—the face that probably didn't even exist any more—drifted into my vision, and the way that she'd blushed, so charmingly... and effectively." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'elysa' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I snorted. Had there been the equivalent of a nanite aphrodisiac in that spray that had triggered every histaminic reaction in my system? Kharl's explanation notwithstanding, I still thought it was that fragrance, and the odds were that it had been deliberate, and that the fragrance had held more than mere altered scent. Did my wondering about Elysa mean that I was a sucker for a woman—or construct—who had nearly killed me?\n\nI didn't think so. Elysa was a risk, and I was definitely risk-averse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That might be why I was still unattached. Besides, I was in no shape to go looking for her. A quick read of my nanite monitors confirmed that.\n\nThat thought didn't help. I still found myself slipping on the headset." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Scanners had implants. So did at least half the methodizers I knew, and so did Gerrat, but I'd avoided another set—having a pilot's set was enough, and those weren't keyed to any of the popnets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could have had them re-keyed, but I'd never done that, probably on some unacknowledged principle, or just to be contrary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I hated dropping into the net." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most former pilots did. After the clean systems of a ship, after the ice whispers of space, the mists of faint hydrogen, the best human nets were filled with noise and scum. When I could, I just used a holo projection, but the net was where I had to start. First, I wasn't in shape enough to travel physically, and second, the net was the easiest way to eliminate possibilities quickly. The screen was too slow for that kind of a search." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment, I felt myself standing in a green-shaded darkness. It could have been red, or a marble entry hall. I'd chosen darkness as my standard entry to minimize the sensory shock, since everything's slightly off. Even with a full palette, and millions of shades, the colors are too harsh, and they scream past you. And the sounds... There are clicks, and hisses, and low freqs that climb up your virtual back like dull knives scraping stone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some netfans have scent in their systems. I'd avoided that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The last thing I wanted was off-scent roses, and lilacs with the hint of oil and metal.\n\nGerrat once told me that it was all in my mind. He was right. I couldn't trick my mind into believing electronically re-created reality was the same thing as physically experienced and perceived reality. So... don't tell me that netting and VR beat full-body reality. Unless you're a dep or down—or a latent masochist—they don't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, I took two virtual steps forward, through the curtain of darkness and into a long hallway, plain metal gray, with roughly a dozen doors on each side of the corridor. Again, I could have had one virtual door, with the name changing each time I blinked. But I didn't.\n\nFor a moment, I stood there, thinking. Despite what Kharl had said, anyone who had the capability to create an Elysa, and instant anaphylactic shock, had to have left a trace somewhere. And a good methodizer ought to be able to find it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The place to start, obviously, since I had the keys, was with the UniComm net.\n\nI walked down the VR hall to the third door. Having it third was my own affectation, as was having it of brass, trimmed with silver. I'd always imagined Father would have had his door of gold, trimmed with silver, and perhaps an understated eight-paneled mahogany or cherry door. No matter. My door into UniComm was brass, trimmed with silver." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After mentally extending the first key, the one any subscriber has, I watched the door vanish, leaving me standing in a yet another VR hallway, this one like the holos of Karnak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sunlight poured down around me and the pillars. Yet the sunlight had no warmth. Nothing on the net does—all light and no warmth.\n\nI couldn't help frowning, since I'd coded in images of a dusty room filled with wooden filing cabinets, not a re-created ancient temple. The frown dropped as a silver cloud appeared, then disappeared, leaving the smiling figure of the director general and chairman of UniComm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father looked almost as imposing as a VR figure as he did in person.\n\n\"Slumming, Daryn?\"\n\n\"I thought I'd check out the family treasures, sir.\"\n\nA flat smile crossed his face. \"She's not here. Neither is whoever created her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He extended a symbolic file, brass-bound.\n\nI had to grin at the brass edging of the file, but waited for him to continue.\n\n\"Right after I heard about your allergy attack, I had my own team do a search. I don't believe in coincidence, especially when your companion is unknown.\"\n\n\"You talked to Kharl?\"\n\n\"Of course. He claims he doesn't know her, and I think he's telling the truth there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father paused. \"There's not much on the net. That file has what's there... and the keys you don't have in case you think we missed something.\"\n\n\"Thank you, sir.\" I always disliked Father's superiority... but then, unfortunately, in many areas he was unquestionably superior.\n\n\"I wish you well. Gerrat or I will let you know if we discover anything you might find of interest.\"\n\nI nodded. I wasn't so sure I'd hear from Gerrat.\n\nThen the restored VR temple of Karnak was vacant, and the sunlight without warmth fell on my shoulders again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almost immediately, the temple vanished, and I stood in a room with dusty antique wooden filing cabinets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not that I didn't trust Father, but the first search was for Elysa Mujaz-Kitab." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There wasn't one person on Earth or in Federal Service with that name—or on the out-of-date data from a half-dozen out-systems." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I tried Elysa, but there were over two thousand people with that name as part of their registered identity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I couldn't sweep for redheads. That was privacy-protected. And a sweep of medical adjustors netted exactly ten Elysas, from what I could tell, none of them anywhere close to the woman I'd met.\n\nSo... I went to a sweep of the multis who acknowledged biological expertise, and who had more than nanite template capability... then ran that against a resource capability macro and a personnel macro and then against a product output macro.\n\nWhile those were running, I set up another series of screens, a junk screen that took in wealthy individuals, private foundations and action groups, and netmedia figures, running those against the same resource and talent macros. That took longer, a great deal longer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once I had that personalized search-and-window engine running, I began to set up the parameters that would describe exactly what kind of technical ability was necessary to create advanced nanites of the type that had presumably been targeted at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hadn't quite finished putting together that search when the bright green flash from the half-open wooden door—and the gentle bell—informed me that someone wanted to appear.\n\nI checked the gatekeeper, and slipped out of the net and let my vision readjust to the real light of my study, watching as Myrto's image appeared. He looked less perfect in realtime than his sim, with the black hair longer, slightly on end. \"You wanted to talk?\"\n\n\"I don't know if you heard,\" I said quietly, stifling the urge to cough—I knew coughing would hurt—\"but I got iced with some sort of stiff allergenic reaction. Put me out for nearly two weeks. I'd gotten a lot done before it happened, and it looks like I'll still be on schedule.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shrugged apologetically and scanned the OneCys head compositor's face closely, watching for any reactions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Heard something along those lines. Your brother. I wasn't certain if he let me know for fairness or to gloat.\"\n\n\"Both, probably.\" I laughed, very gently. \"We're not immune to sibling rivalry.\"\n\n\"How is it—the plan?\" Myrto asked cautiously, feeling me out as to whether I'd done anything at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It looks good, especially the high-culture offerings. How are things going with everything else?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Smooth... we've really got something here, and the rest of the team's humming... The option possibilities are almost done.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'meaning' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Meaning that I was behind a bit, and that they'd be waiting. Also meaning that nothing else was off schedule. I'd figured that, but needed to know.\n\nMyrto smiled. \"You can have another couple of days if you need them.\"\n\n\"I don't think I will. If I do, I'll let you know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do that.\" With a practiced and warm smile, he, or his realtime sim, vanished, and I was once again looking eastward, over the valley, at the clouds that would probably climb into thunderstorms later in the afternoon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I slipped back down into the net and checked the results of the first reduction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Among the multis were five possible candidates, just five, although my target could as likely be an individual as a multi team." }, { "from": "human", "value": "More likely, in all probability, because teams left more traces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then I went back to structuring the third search. One of my side searches showed that there was no name Mujaz-Kitab, or any translated or transliterated variations, but that Mujaz and Kitab were both transliterated versions of ancient Arabic and both were key words in the titles of tomes by an ancient Arab physician, a man whose names took up two entire lines. All that elaboration of a subterfuge bothered me, but I didn't know why.\n\nThe sun had vanished behind the growing October clouds by the time I stepped out of the last VR hallway, and slowly stood and stretched in my study. Father had been correct." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was certainly nothing definite in the UniComm net, nor in those parts of the pubNet, or the OneCys net to which I had access.\n\nAnd all I had was a listing of two thousand women whose first or second names were Elysa and those who might have the capability to create an Elysa or the massive histamine-producing nanospray used on me. And those institutions or multilaterals with the possible resources to fund and support such an effort. There were eight multis and three foundations, and three private individuals, one of whom was, not surprisingly, Father. There were nine scientific/medical types with the theoretical background to tackle what I'd specified." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There well might be more, given the pre-select tendency to avoid reporting all but the absolutely required." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I closed my eyes, thinking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father was worried. He wouldn't have had all the keys waiting. He also had as much as told me that whoever was after me wasn't, at least to his knowledge, within UniComm, or even known to UniComm. And if he and his staff didn't know...\n\nThen... there was Myrto. His reactions had been predictable, and while it was far from sure, I'd gotten the impression that nothing had happened to anyone else on his team." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He needed a good methodizer, but I wasn't irreplaceable." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Myrto could find another methodizer, nearly as good, perhaps better.\n\nSo... it seemed unlikely that my work with OneCys was the cause of Elysa's appearance... not totally definitive, but a good indication. Still... I couldn't believe that someone had gone to all that effort to stop my edart compositions. There were other composers who were more radical than I, and far more popular.\n\nI hoped that I hadn't overlooked something, and worried that my mental faculties weren't as sharp as I thought they were.\n\nAs I massaged the back of my neck with my left hand, I tried to ignore the burning in my lungs, and to forget that a strikingly beautiful woman had tried to kill me for a reason I couldn't even guess at." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 6 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Characters and story elements may appear without introduction - roll with them naturally. Try to mimic the style of L.E. Modesitt Jr." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'gerrat' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fledgling: Yunvil, 416 N.E.\n\nI took a long hot shower in the fresher, the kind that made Father frown. Then I dressed for dinner, in a dark blue semiformal singlesuit with a cream half-jacket, the one both Amelya and Ertis had liked. I kept thinking about the comments made by the youngsters at the tennis Club, except they had really been our age, even if Gerrat and I were nearly a third of a meter taller.\n\nI left my room and started down from the third level, almost catching Gerrat at the bottom of that flight.\n\n\"Still worried about losing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gerrat wore a dark green singlesuit, with a pale green jacket." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Somehow it went with his white-blond hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could wear anything, do anything, say anything, with elan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were times, especially around the girls, that I wished I had half that much flair and charm. But then, Gerrat would never know how anything really worked.\n\nWe were standing in the upper hallway. That was right by the Meraal sculpture of a young woman star-surfing star clusters in the block of darkness that rose from the pedestal. Father had already declared that the sculpture would someday go in the UniComm Art Museum.\n\nThat was fine with me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had my eye on the more traditional Hui-Lui painting in the salon, the one of a dark-haired woman standing by an open sunlit gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That match is done. I'll get you the next time,\" I answered. \"And if you want to think about taking a real beating, just wait till the next time we go to the islands. I'll make you swim all the way to the point—in rough water.\"\n\n\"It's not about the tennis.\" Gerrat shook his head. \"You still have that thoughtful look.\"\n\nHe was right, as usual." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could read people, but he was always analyzing things when he should have been acting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you think pre-selecting genes is that good an idea? What if we select wrong?\" I mused.\n\n\"You've been listening to Mertyn again.\"\n\nTo Gerrat, now that he was working at UniComm, old Master Rosenn was Mertyn. Sometimes, Gerrat acted like Father. I ignored the superior mannerisms. \"What if I have? It's still a good question.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we select wrong, then that selection doesn't get to the next generation. We all see to that. All we're doing is speeding up evolution,\" answered Gerrat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We know the parameters. That's why we don't have three meter giants or dwarves... or huge braincases.\" He stopped short of the archway to the family dining room, since the room was empty.\n\nWe stood, waiting for our parents.\n\n\"Why us?\"\n\nGerrat laughed in his irritating, older-brother way. \"Because we value pre-selection and because we can afford to pay for it and for augmentation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave me that too-perfect smile." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/insert_quote: \"And if we do inherit, we have to have the ability to keep it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't like being considered a modern god? That's a compliment. They just wished they could be that good.\"\n\n\"They can't. They never will be,\" I pointed out.\n\n\"Look... younger brother... they've got baseline nanitic protection that ancient emperors would have killed for. They can invest in their own children's selection. And if we stopped genetic upgrading this moment, and returned to totally natural breeding, nothing would really change that much, except that the rate of human evolution would slow down. Elites have existed in every human society, and always will. Our elites are based on ability, not on inherited position.\" He laughed again. \"And if we do inherit, we have to have the ability to keep it.\"\n\nI couldn't deny that. No one could.\n\n\"Do you see rampant poverty anywhere—except perhaps by choice among the netless or the faithies? Do we have starving children anywhere in the Union?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Starving children?\" came a stern voice from behind my shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't tell me that one of your instructors is dragging out that moldy lemon?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'father' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gerrat smothered a smile as we turned to face Father.\n\n\"No, sir,\" I replied. \"That was Gerrat's phrase. He just said that starving children are something of the past.\"\n\n\"You wouldn't think so the way some of the edartists attack UniComm.\" Father snorted. \"Or the way the naturists whine about pre-selection.\"\n\n\"What a surprise.\" Mother's bright tones filled the hallway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All my gentlemen waiting for me. That hasn't happened... in...\" She smiled at the three of us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With her slender figure and youthful face, she almost could have passed for our older sister.\n\n\"Since last night,\" I suggested.\n\nMy father's eyebrows furrowed, and he no longer looked like an older brother, at least not his eyes.\n\nI half-bowed to my mother.\n\n\"That's all right, Daryn. I appreciate the humor. Your father's just hoping you maintain a certain decorum once you head off to The College.\"\n\n\"Longer than that, dear,\" confirmed my father, the most honorable Henson Gerrat Alwyn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Much longer than that. Young fellow has the family to think of.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They won't think much of us,\" my mother said with a gentle laugh, \"if he doesn't have a sense of humor.\"\n\nWe stepped through the golden wooden archway from the upper hallway into the family dining room. The table was set for four, since Elora had already taken the suborbital shuttle from the Bay and was on her way back to Mancha. She never stayed long.\n\nFather had never been totally pleased when she had decided against taking a position with UniComm. She'd told him she'd never work in the family business until she proved she could operate someone else's operations—better than anyone else he had." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was an ops-manager for NEN—NordEstNet, and from what Gerrat had gathered and passed on in his first year with UniComm, she was actually taking accounts from UniComm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's for dinner?\" asked Gerrat.\n\n\"Coq-au-vin.\"\n\n\"Straight from the replicator?\" I asked.\n\n\"No. The uncooked bird was, but it's a new recipe for Naria,\" Mother replied.\n\nThat made sense. The replicator could only replicate. Original prepared food was always different, and Father and Mother prided themselves on always serving something original at their dinners, sort of like a uniquery, if more private." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We, of course, tasted them first, and until they were perfected." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gerrat eased out mother's chair, and then we all sat down. Naria carried in the platter with the pheasant, and Father prepared to carve in the dignified old-fashioned style that was making a resurgence.\n\nDinner would be good. It always was." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode: Collab writing\nContext: May reference existing characters/world\nAmount: seven sentences\nVoice: L.E. Modesitt Jr" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Raven: Kewood, 458 N.E." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I dreamed for a long time, and most of the dreams were nightmares of various sorts, ranging from being a raven pursued by eagles, and falling walls, to being swallowed by octagonal Gates in deep, deep space. I felt hot and cold by turns, sometimes shivering in ice, other times feeling as though I were being turned on a spit over a fire.\n\nWhen I woke for the first period of real awareness, Kharl and Gerrat were both by my bedside, except it was a medcradle and not a bed, and every part of my body itched. My arms and hands were restrained, of course.\n\n\"You're going to be all right,\" Gerrat said.\n\n\"But it's going to take more time,\" Kharl added.\n\n\"A lot more.\" I tried to speak, but the words came out mumbled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You need to know you'll heal,\" Kharl said.\n\n\"When you're better, we'll need to talk about why you were climbing on shaky walls,\" Gerrat said.\n\nI tried to shake my head, but it was also restrained.\n\n\"You'll be better than new,\" Kharl promised. \"You're stronger than anyone thought.\" He laughed, softly, and even pain-drugged as I was, I could sense a certain irony and bitterness there.\n\nBut the last of his words blurred, and I dozed off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I woke later, lying cradled in the medweb, nanites scurrying to rebuild me, I wondered how I'd gotten to the point where people were trying to kill me—a not-quite-obscure edart composer, from a far less than obscure family." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And I still didn't understand why they weren't after Father—or Gerrat.\n\nWhoever it happened to be knew me well... far too well, yet paradoxically not well enough... or so it seemed. They knew my likes, knew I would be intrigued by Elysa, knew I often guided a glider with the canopy open. They knew my fondness for children, and my impulsiveness.\n\nBut pushing a wall over on me? That wasn't anything that could be identified as a murder, not really, and neither was an anaphylactic reaction. Only the laser attack fit that definition." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What bothered me was the means—or the combination of means, really." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If I were a threat to vested interests in society—those with the means to get me murdered—the anaphylactic attack and the wall were perfect, because I would have died from seminatural causes, with no great publicity, and the like, associated with my death.\n\nContrary to popular wisdom, death itself does not automatically create well-known martyrs. The death must be highly visible, and martyrs have usually been created by the living to further various ends of those still alive. I had no desire either to die unknown or to find what I espoused being twisted for other purposes—say by the Dynae, who could use me as a martyr by claiming that the pre-selects had tried to eliminate me because I was beginning to espouse their cause, or by the naturists, who would be even more extreme... or conceivably by my own family, who, while mourning my demise, would have little difficulty in using me or my death to bolster UniComm and their way of life.\n\nYet I knew Gerrat well enough to know that he didn't have the guts or the coldness to mastermind my death. He'd be happy to use it, if it suited his purpose, but not create it.\n\nWas the laser attack meant to fail, unlike the other two?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was it a warning?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And if it happened to be, why? And by whom had it been set up?\n\nHow had I gotten into such a mess? What in my life had led to all this?\n\nThat question reverberated through my mind as I slipped back into darkness..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "same energy as L.E. Modesitt Jr, keep writing. story might have ongoing elements" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Excellence is the manifestation of superiority in some form of endeavor, and, by definition, there are far fewer creations or endeavors that are superior than there are those which are merely competent or less than competent...\n\nEach individual values self more than others, except perhaps parents who behold their children. Yet in revering their children, they seek another form of self-affirmation. Even those who adopt nationalistic or patriotic ideals and offer their lives for the culture are seeking self-affirmation through a greater \"good. \"...\n\nThe presence of excellence reminds the majority of humans that they are not superior." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If that demonstration of excellence is great enough, it can be humbling, and humans dislike being humbled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Excellence is therefore established by some form of elite, initially by those who can create it, then hailed by those who can recognize it, and finally used as a tool by those who can do neither." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Excellence is generally ignored by the majority of any society, except when it can be used for other ends. Great poetry is seldom read, because there are few such uses for it, while the excellently simple design of the paper clip dominated paper-pushing cultures for more than a century, its inventor immediately forgotten. Great drama was written or revived only when it could be used to part human beings from a portion of their wealth. Great works of physical art [paintings, sculpture] have been historically the most valuable after the death of their creators, when their excellence could be separated from the superiority of their creators.\n\nExcellence and popularity are seldom manifested in the same work, because popularity derives from the ability of humans to identify with the endeavor or the creator, and few identify comfortably with genius..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The \"dead white male\" syndrome of the late Noram Commonacracy was highly instrumental in creating the decline of excellence which, in turn, exaggerated the effect of the Collapse. What was conveniently overlooked by the revolutionaries, never accepted by the masses, and never confronted effectively by the declining pre-Collapse establishment was one simple corollary to excellence. It takes training, education, discipline, and intelligence to create and/or recognize excellence. In general, most of the individuals in any society capable in practical terms of creating excellence must come from the privileged or near-privileged strata of society. There are exceptions, often distinguished and notable ones, but statistically, they are insignificant." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point (which may include pre-existing characters and lore), and You'll continue with 9 sentences in the style of L.E. Modesitt Jr." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kewood" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I found myself pacing back and forth in front of the cherry wood desk, glancing through the open nanite-screened barrier to the indoor courtyard, brightly lit by a morning sun set in a cloudless sky." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'parents' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reacting... that was all I was doing... reacting to everyone else's moves. Reacting to the situation Elora had set up... and to what Eldyn had done... even to what my parents had done years before. And to Elysa's efforts at Kharl's party.\n\nI smiled, not at the thought of Elysa, but because I'd finally reached Kharl, and learned he, at least, was on the way to a full recovery. I hoped I'd fare as well, but I needed to start acting and stop reacting. Even my handling of the stakeholders' meeting had been a reaction. Then, was everything?\n\nWhat did I want? I laughed, softly. Even that was a reaction, because I would be acting based on what I'd been and seen, and the people I'd known and who had influenced me, from my parents to Mertyn, and now because of Majora and Eldyn.\n\nPerhaps a better question might be to ask what I didn't want." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't want a world ruled by a mob, nor one ruled by a handful of people who embodied my father's worst characteristics and none of his best. I half-wondered if Gerrat had been tacitly involved in one of the plots. From what I could see, he certainly fit the mold of those identified by Eldyn, but I supposed I'd never know. The fact that Elora hadn't trusted him wasn't exactly in his favor.\n\nFirst off, I needed to make sure that what Elora had done didn't get undone. So... there was the obligatory call to Anna Mayo.\n\nShe was in.\n\n\"Anna... I need you to revise some legal papers...\"\n\nMy solicitor looked slightly less harried, perhaps because the latest pre-select plague had died out relatively quickly, as it should have with such virulence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What did you have in mind?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I want a trust and a trustee, set up in the event of my death. Half my estate—and that's half of everything—to the trustee, the rest split evenly among Gerrat's children and the children of Rhedya's brother Haywar, but voting control of all my stocks to remain with the trustee for the next forty years. If anything happens to the trustee, the secondary trustee will be the general counsel of the Society of Dynae.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Society of Dynae?\" Her mouth opened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've got it. I want some insurance for me and the trustee.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can do it... Are you sure...?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm very sure.\" I paused." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The primary trustee will be Majora Hyriss.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anna nodded, as if that were one of the few points she found agreeable. \"She would be a good choice. What took you so long?\"\n\n\"I'm not sure she knows. That's another thing I need to unscramble, and that's also why the Society of Dynae.\"\n\n\"She's not...\"\n\n\"No, but most people would rather have her than the Society, and probably me more than her.\" That's what I was hoping, anyway. \"How long will it take? This is urgent.\"\n\n\"If it's urgent... how about four o'clock?\"\n\n\"I'll be there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd better get on it.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a quick and professional smile, she was gone.\n\nThen there were a few more items to take care of, from reviewing personnel in UniComm to checking out marketshares and the offnets I'd need to use before long.\n\nThen I had to get back to outlining the \"new\" strategy for UniComm.\n\nI didn't want to think about what else I was forgetting." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "u know Gene Wolfe? write like that. 12 sentences sentences. scifi, science fiction fantasy, dying Earth, post-apocalyptic stuff. this is from middle of story" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Severian's brief record of his career in Thrax is the best (though not the only) evidence we have concerning the business of government in the age of the Commonwealth, as it is carried out beyond the shining corridors of the House Absolute and the teeming streets of Nessus. Clearly, our own distinctions between the legislative, executive, and judicial branches do not apply—no doubt administrators like Abdiesus would laugh at our notion that laws should be made by one set of people, put into effect by a second, and judged by a third. They would consider such a system unworkable, as indeed it is proving to be.\n\nAt the period of the manuscripts, archons and tetrarchs are appointed by the Autarch, who as the representative of the people has all power in his hands. (See, however, Famulimus's remark on this topic to Severian.) These officials are expected to enforce the commands of the Autarch and to administer justice in accordance with the received usages of the populations they govern. They are also empowered to make local laws—valid only over the area governed by the lawmaker and only during his term of office—and to enforce them with the threat of death. In Thrax, as well as in the House Absolute and the Citadel, imprisonment for a fixed term—our own most common punishment—seems unknown. Prisoners in the Vincula are held awaiting torture or execution, or as hostages for the good behavior of their friends and relatives. As the manuscript clearly shows, the supervision of the Vincula (\"the house of chains\") is only one of the duties of the lictor (\"he who binds\"). This officer is the chief subordinate of the archon involved with the administration of criminal justice. On certain ceremonial occasions he walks before his master bearing a naked sword, a potent reminder of the archon's authority." }, { "from": "human", "value": "During sessions of the archon's court (as Severian complains) he is required to stand at the left of the bench." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Executions and other major acts of judicial punishment are personally performed by him, and he supervises the activities of the clavigers (\"those with keys\"). These clavigers are not only the guards of the Vincula; they act also as a detective police, a function made easier by their opportunities for extorting information from their prisoners. The keys they bear seem sufficiently large to be used as bludgeons, and are thus their weapons as well as their tools and their emblems of authority. The dimarchi (\"those who fight in two ways\") are the archon's uniformed police as well as his troops. However, their title does not appear to refer to this dual function, but to equipment and training that permits them to act as cavalry or infantry as the need arises. Their ranks appear to be filled by professional soldiers, veterans of the campaigns in the north and nonnatives of the area. Thrax itself is clearly a fortress city. Such a place could scarcely be expected to stand for more than a day at most against the Ascian enemy—rather, it seems designed to fend off raids by brigands and rebellions by the local exultants and armigers. (Cyriaca's husband, who would have been a person almost beneath notice in the House Absolute, is clearly of some importance, and even some danger, in the neighborhood of Thrax.) Although the exultants and armigers seem to be forbidden private armies, there appears little doubt that many of their followers, though called huntsmen, stewards, and the like, are fundamentally fighting men. They are presumably essential to protect the villas from marauders and to collect rents, but in the event of civil unrest they would be a potent source of danger to such as Abdiesus. The fortified city straddling the headwaters of the river would give him an almost irresistible advantage in any such conflict." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The route chosen by Severian for his escape indicates how closely egress from the city could be controlled." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The archon's own fortress, Acies Castle (\"the armed camp of the point\"), guards the northern end of the valley. It appears to be entirely separate from his palace in the city proper. The southern end is closed by the Capulus (\"the sword haft\"), apparently an elaborate fortified wall, a scaled-down imitation of the Wall of Nessus. Even the cliff tops are protected by forts linked by walls. Possessing, as it does, an inexhaustible supply of fresh water, the city appears capable of withstanding a protracted siege by any force not provided with heavy armament. G.W." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "ur a writing helper. partner writes, u do next 3 sentences. might have existing chars/stuff - roll with it" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The following morning, before she left the bartizan, Dorcas cut her hair until she almost seemed a boy, and thrust a white peony through the circulet that confined it. I labored over documents until afternoon, then borrowed a layman's jelab from the sergeant of my clavigers and went out hoping to encounter her. The brown book I carry says there is nothing stranger than to explore a city wholly different from all those one knows, since to do so is to explore a second and unsuspected self." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I have found a thing stranger: to explore such a city only after one has lived in it for some time without learning anything of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I did not know where the baths Dorcas had mentioned stood, though I had surmised from talk I had heard in court that they existed. I did not know where the bazaar where she bought her cloth and cosmetics was located, or even if there were more than one. I knew nothing, in short, beyond what I could see from the embrasure, and the brief route from the Vincula to the archon's palace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had, perhaps, a too-ready confidence in my own ability to find my way about in a city so much smaller than Nessus; even so I took the precaution of making certain from time to time, as I trod the crooked streets that straggled down the cliff between cave-houses excavated from the rock and swallow-houses jutting out from it, that I could still see the familiar shape of the bartizan, with its barricaded gate and black gonfalon.\n\nIn Nessus the rich live toward the north where the waters of Gyoll are purer, and the poor to the south where they are foul. Here in Thrax that custom no longer held, both because the Acis flowed so swiftly that the excrement of those upstream (who were, of course, but a thousandth part as numerous as those who lived about the northern reaches of Gyoll) hardly affected its flood, and because water taken from above the cataract was conveyed to the public fountains and the homes of the wealthy by aqueducts, so that no reliance had to be put upon the river save when the largest quantities of water—as for manufacturing or wholesale washing—were required." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thus in Thrax the separation was by elevation. The wealthiest lived on the lowest slopes near the river, within easy reach of the shops and public offices, where a brief walk brought them to piers from which they could travel the length of the city in slave-rowed caiques. Those somewhat less well off had their houses higher, the middle class in general had theirs higher still, and so on until the very poorest dwelt just below the fortifications at the cliff tops, often in jacals of mud and reeds that could be reached only by long ladders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was to see something of those miserable hovels, but for the present I remained in the commercial quarter near the water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There the narrow streets were so thronged with people that I at first thought a festival was in progress, or perhaps that the war—which had seemed so remote while I remained in Nessus but had become progressively more immediate as Dorcas and I journeyed north—was now near enough to fill the city with those who fled before it. Nessus is so extensive that it has, as I have heard said, five buildings for each living inhabitant. In Thrax that ratio is surely reversed, and on that day it seemed to me at times that there must have been fifty for each roof." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Too, Nessus is a cosmopolitan city, so that although one saw many foreigners there, and occasionally even cacogens come by ship from other worlds, one was always conscious that they were foreigners, far from their homes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Here the streets swarmed with diverse humanity, but they merely reflected the diverse nature of the mountain setting, so that when I saw, for example, a man whose hat was made from a bird's pelt with the wings used for ear flaps, or a man in a shaggy coat of kaberu skin, or a man with a tattooed face, I might see a hundred more such tribesmen around the next corner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "These men were eclectics, the descendants of settlers from the south who had mixed their blood with that of the squat, dark autochthons, adopted certain of their customs, and mingled these with still others acquired from the amphitryons farther north and those, in some instances, of even less-known peoples, traders and parochial races. Many of these eclectics favor knives that are curved—or as they are sometimes called, bent—having two relatively straight sections, with an elbow a little toward the point. This shape is said to make it easier to pierce the heart by stabbing beneath the breastbone; the blades are stiffened with a central rib, are sharpened on both sides, and are kept very sharp; there is no guard, and their hafts are commonly of bone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "(I have described these knives in detail because they are as characteristic of the region as anything can be said to be, and because it is from them that Thrax takes another of its names: the City of Crooked Knives." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is also the resemblance of the plan of the city to the blade of such a knife, the curve of the defile corresponding to the curve of the blade, the River Acis to the central rib, Acies Castle to the point, and the Capulus to the line at which the steel vanishes into the haft.)\n\nOne of the keepers of the Bear Tower once told me that there is no animal so dangerous or so savage and unmanageable as the hybrid resulting when a fighting dog mounts a she-wolf. We are accustomed to think of the beasts of the forest and mountain as wild, and to think of the men who spring up, as it seems, from their soil as savage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the truth is that there is a wildness more vicious (as we would know better if we were not so habituated to it) in certain domestic animals, despite their understanding so much human speech and sometimes even speaking a few words; and there is a more profound savagery in men and women whose ancestors have lived in cities and towns since the dawn of humanity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vodalus, in whose veins flowed the undefiled blood of a thousand exultants—exarchs, ethnarchs, and starosts—was capable of violence unimaginable to the autochthons that stalked the streets of Thrax, naked beneath their huanaco cloaks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like the dog-wolves (which I never saw, because they were too vicious to be useful), these eclectics took all that was most cruel and ungovernable from their mixed parentage; as friends or followers they were sullen, disloyal, and contentious; as enemies, fierce, deceitful, and vindictive. So at least I had heard from my subordinates at the Vincula, for eclectics made up more than half the prisoners there.\n\nI have never encountered men whose language, costume, or customs are foreign without speculating on the nature of the women of their race." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There is always a connection, since the two are the growths of a single culture, just as the leaves of a tree, which one sees, and the fruit, which one does not see because it is hidden by the leaves, are the growths of a single organism." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the observer who would venture to predict the appearance and flavor of the fruit from the outline of a few leafy boughs seen (as it were) from a distance, must know a great deal about leaves and fruit if he is not to make himself ridiculous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Warlike men may be born of languishing women, or they may have sisters nearly as strong as themselves and more resolute." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so I, walking among crowds composed largely of these eclectics and the townsmen (who seemed to me not much different from the citizens of Nessus, save that their clothing and their manners were somewhat rougher) found myself speculating on dark-eyed, darkskinned women, women with glossy black hair as thick as the tails of the skewbald mounts of their brothers, women whose faces I imagined as strong yet delicate, women given to ferocious resistance and swift surrender, women who could be won but not bought—if such women exist in this world.\n\nFrom their arms I traveled in imagination to the places where they might be found, the lonely huts crouched by mountain springs, the hide yurts standing alone in the high pastures. Soon I was as intoxicated with the thought of the mountains as I had been once, before Master Palaemon had told me the correct location of Thrax, with the idea of the sea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How glorious are they, the immovable idols of Urth, carved with unaccountable tools in a time inconceivably ancient, still lifting above the rim of the world grim heads crowned with mitres, tiaras, and diadems spangled with snow, heads whose eyes are as large as towns, figures whose shoulders are wrapped in forests." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thus, disguised in the dull jelab of a townsman, I elbowed my way down streets packed with humanity and reeking with the odors of ordure and cookery, with my imagination filled with visions of hanging stone, and crystal streams like carcanets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thecla must, I think, have been taken at least into the foothills of these heights, no doubt to escape the heat of some particularly torrid summer; for many of the scenes that rose in my mind (as it seemed, of their own accord) were noticeably childlike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I saw rock-loving plants whose virginal flowers I beheld with an immediacy of vision no adult achieves without kneeling; abysses that seemed not only frightening but shocking, as though their existence were an affront to the laws of nature; peaks so high they appeared to be literally without summit, as though the whole world had been falling forever from some unimaginable Heaven, which yet retained its hold on these mountains." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eventually I reached Acies Castle, having walked almost the entire length of the city. I made my identity known to the postern guards there and was permitted to enter and climb to the top of the donjon, as I had once climbed our Matachin Tower before taking my leave of Master Palaemon.\n\nWhen I had gone there to make my farewell to the only place I had known, I had stood at one of the loftiest points of the Citadel, which was itself poised atop one of the highest elevations in the whole area of Nessus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The city had been spread before me to the limits of vision, with Gyoll traced across it like the green slime of a slug across a map; even the Wall had been visible on the horizon at some points, and nowhere was I beneath the shadow of a summit much superior to my own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Here the impression was far different." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I bestrode the Acis, which leaped toward me down a succession of rocky steps each twice or three times the height of a tall tree." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beaten to a foaming whiteness that glittered in the sunlight, it disappeared beneath me and reappeared as a ribbon of silver racing through a city as neatly contained in its declivity as one of those toy villages in a box that I (but it was Thecla) recalled receiving on a birthday. Yet I stood, as it were, at the bottom of a bowl. On every side the walls of stone ascended, so that to look at any one of them was to believe, for a moment at least, that gravity had been twisted until it stood at right angles to its proper self by some sorcerer's multiplication with imaginary numbers, and the height I saw was properly the level surface of the world." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a watch or more, I think, I stared up at those walls, and traced the spidery lines of the waterfalls that dashed down them in thunder and clean romance to join the Acis, and watched the clouds trapped among them that seemed to press softly against their unyielding sides like sheep bewildered and dismayed among pens of stone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then I grew weary at last of the magnificence of the mountains and my mountain dreams—or rather, not weary, but dizzied by them until my head reeled with vertigo, and I seemed to see those merciless heights even when I closed my eyes, and felt that in my dreams, that night and for many nights, I would fall from their precipices, or cling with bloody fingers to their hopeless walls. Then I turned in earnest to the city and reassured myself with the sight of the bartizan of the Vincula, a very modest little cube now, cemented to a cliff that was hardly more than a ripple among the incalculable waves of stone around it. I plotted the courses of the principal streets, seeking (as in a game, to sober myself from my long gazing on the mountains) to identify those I had walked in reaching the castle, and to observe from this new perspective the buildings and market squares I had seen on the way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By eye I looted the bazaars, finding that there were two, one on either side of the river; and I marked afresh the familiar landmarks I had learned to know from the embrasure of the Vincula—the harena, the pantheon, and the archon's palace. Then, when everything I had seen from the ground had been confirmed from my new vantage point, and I felt I understood the spatial relationship of the place at which I stood to what I had known earlier of the plan of the city, I began to explore the lesser streets, peering along the twisted paths that climbed the upper cliffs and probing narrow alleys that often seemed no more than mere bands of darkness between buildings.\n\nIn seeking them out, my gaze came at last to the margins of the river again, and I began to study the landings there, and the storehouses, and even the pyramids of barrels and boxes and bales that waited there to be carried aboard some vessel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now the water no longer foamed, save when it was obstructed by the piers." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Its color was nearly indigo, and like the indigo shadows seen at evening on a snowy day, it seemed to slip silently along, sinuous and freezing; but the motion of the hurrying caiques and laden feluccas showed how much turbulence lay concealed beneath that smooth surface, for the larger craft swung their long bowspirits like fencers, and both yawed crabwise at times while their oars threshed the racing eddies.\n\nWhen I had exhausted all that lay farther downstream, I leaned from the parapet to observe the closest reach of the river and a wharf that was no more than a hundred strides from the postern gate. Looking down at the stevedores there who toiled to unburden one of the narrow river boats, I saw near them, unmoving, a tiny figure with bright hair. At first I thought her a child because she seemed so small beside the burly, nearly naked laborers; but it was Dorcas, sitting at the very edge of the water with her face in her hands." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "u know Gene Wolfe? write like that. 12 sentences sentences. scifi, science fiction fantasy, dying Earth, post-apocalyptic stuff. this is from middle of story" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After that I was locked in the dark for what I later found had been the night and the greater part of the following morning. Yet though it was dark where I lay, it was not at first dark to me, for my hallucinations needed no candle. I can recall them still, as I can recall everything; but I will not bore you, my ultimate reader, with the entire catalog of phantoms, though it would be easy enough for me to describe them here. What is not easy is the task of expressing my feelings concerning them.\n\nIt would have been a great relief for me to believe that they were all in some way contained in the drug I had swallowed (which was, as I guessed then and learned later, when I could question those who treated the wounded of the Autarch's army, nothing more than the mushrooms that had been chopped into my salad) just as Thecla's thoughts and Thecla's personality, comforting at times and troubling at others, had been contained in the fragment of her flesh I had eaten at Vodalus's banquet. Yet I knew it could not be so, and that all the things I saw, some amusing, some horrible and terrifying, some merely grotesque, were the product of my own mind. Or of Thecla's, which was now a part of my own.\n\nOr rather, as I first began to realize there in the dark as I watched a parade of women from the court—exultants immensely tall and imbued with the stiff grace of costly porcelains, their complexions powdered with the dust of pearls or diamonds and their eyes made large as Thecla's had been by the application of minute amounts of certain poisons in childhood—products of the mind that now existed in the combination of the minds that had been hers and mine. Severian, the apprentice I had been, the young man who had swum beneath the Bell Keep, who had once nearly drowned in Gyoll, who had idled alone on summer days in the ruined necropolis, who had handed the Chatelaine Thecla, in the nadir of his despair, the stolen knife, was gone.\n\nNot dead. Why had he thought that every life must end in death, and never in anything else? Not dead, but vanished as a single note vanishes, never to reappear, when it becomes an indistinguishable and inseparable part of some extemporized melody. That young Severian had hated death, and by the mercy of the Increate, whose mercy indeed (as is wisely said in many places) confounds and destroys us, he did not die." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The women turned long necks to look down at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their oval faces were perfect, symmetrical, expressionless yet lewd; and I. understood quite suddenly that they were not—or at least no longer were—the courtiers of the House Absolute, but had become the courtesans of the House Azure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For some while, as it seemed to me, the parade of those seductive and inhuman women continued, and at each beat of my heart (of which I was conscious at that time as I have seldom been before or since, so that it seemed as if a drum throbbed in my chest) they reversed their roles without changing the least detail of their appearance. Just as I have sometimes known in dreams that a certain figure was in fact someone whom it did not in the least resemble, so I knew at one instant that these women were the ornaments of the Autarchial presence, and at the next that they were to be sold for the night for a handful of orichalks. During all this time, and all the much longer periods that preceded and followed it, I was acutely uncomfortable. The spiders' webs, which I came gradually to perceive were common fishing nets, had not been removed; but I had been bound with ropes as well, so that one arm was tightly pinioned by my side and the other bent until the fingers of my hand, which soon grew numb, almost touched my face. At the height of the action of the drug I had become incontinent, and now my trousers were soaked with urine, cold and stinking. As my hallucinations grew less violent and the intervals between them longer, the misery of my circumstances afflicted me more, and I became fearful of what would happen to me when I was eventually taken from the windowless storeroom into which I had been cast. I supposed that the hetman had learned from some estafette that I was not what I had pretended to be, and no doubt also that I was fleeing the archon's justice; for I assumed that he would not otherwise have dared to treat me as he had. Under these circumstances, I could only wonder whether he would dispose of me himself (doubtless by noyade, in such a place), deliver me to some petty ethnarch, or return me to Thrax. I resolved to take my own life should the opportunity be afforded me, but it seemed so improbable that I should be given the chance that I was ready to kill myself in my despair.\n\nAt last the door opened. The light, though it was only that of a dim room in that thick-walled house, seemed blinding. Two men dragged me forth as they might have pulled out a sack of meal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were heavily bearded, and so I suppose it was they who had appeared, when they burst in upon Pia and me, to have the pelts of animals for faces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They set me upon my feet, but my legs would not hold, and they were forced to untie me and to remove the nets that had taken me when the net of Typhon had failed. When I could stand again, they gave me a cup of water and a strip of salt fish. After a time the hetman came in. Although he stood as importantly as he was no doubt accustomed to stand when he directed the affairs of his village, he could not keep his voice from quavering. Why he should still be frightened of me I could not understand, but plainly he still was. Since I had nothing to lose and everything to gain by the attempt, I ordered him to release me.\n\n\"That I cannot do, Grand Master,\" he said. \"I am acting under instructions.\"\n\n\"May I ask who has dared tell you to act in this fashion toward the representative of your Autarch?\"\n\nHe cleared his throat. \"Instructions from the castle. My messenger bird carried your sapphire there last night, and another bird came this morning, with a sign that means we are to bring you.\" At first I supposed he meant Acies Castle, where one of the squadrons of dimarchi had its headquarters, but after a moment I realized that here, two score leagues at least from the fortifications of Thrax, it was most unlikely that he would be so specific. I said," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What castle is that? And do your instructions preclude my cleaning myself before I present myself there? And having my clothing washed?\"\n\n\"I suppose that might be done,\" he said uncertainly; then to one of his men: \"How stands the wind?\"\n\nThe man addressed gave a half shrug that meant nothing to me, though it seemed to convey information to the hetman.\n\n\"All right,\" he told me. \"We can't set you free, but we'll wash your clothes and give you something to eat, if you wish it.\" As he was leaving, he turned back with an expression that was almost apologetic. \"The castle is near, Grand Master, the Autarch far. You understand. We have had great difficulties in the past, but now there is peace.\"\n\nI would have argued with him, but he gave me no chance. The door shut behind him.\n\nPia, now dressed in a ragged smock, came in a short time later. I was forced to submit to the indignity of being stripped and washed by her; but I was able to take advantage of the process to whisper to her, and I asked her to see that my sword was sent wherever I was—for I was hoping to escape, if only by confessing to the master of the mysterious castle and offering to join forces with him. Just as she had ignored me when I had suggested that she might float the weight of her chain on a stick of firewood, she gave no indication of having heard me now; but a watch or so later, when, dressed once more, I was being paraded to a boat for the edification of the village, she came running after our little procession with Terminus Est cradled in her arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The hetman had apparently wanted to retain such a fine weapon, and remonstrated with her; but I was able to warn him as I was being dragged on board that when I arrived at the castle I would inform whoever received me there of the existence of my sword, and in the end he surrendered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The boat was a kind I had never seen before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In form it might have been a xebec, sharp fore and aft, wide amidships, with a long, overhanging stern and an even longer prow. Yet the shallow hull was built of bundles of buoyant reeds tied together in a sort of wickerwork. There could be no step for a conventional mast in such a frail hull, and in its place stood a triangular lash-up of poles. The narrow base of the triangle ran from gunwale to gunwale; its long isosceles sides supported a block used, just as the hetman and I clambered aboard, to hoist a slanting yard that trailed a widely striped linen sail. The hetman now held my sword, but just as the painter was cast off, Pia leaped into the boat with her chain jangling. The hetman was furious and struck her; but it is not an easy matter to take in the sail of such a craft and turn it about with Sweeps, and in the end, though he sent her weeping to the bow, he permitted her to stay. I ventured to ask him why she had wanted to come, though I thought I knew.\n\n\"My wife is hard on her when I am not at home,\" he told me. \"Beats her and makes her scrub all day. It's good for the child, naturally, and it makes her happy to see me when I come back. But she would rather go with me, and I don't greatly blame her.\"\n\n\"Nor do I,\" I said, trying to turn my face away from his sour breath.\n\n\"Besides, she will get to see the castle, which I suppose she has never seen before.\"\n\n\"She's seen the walls a hundred times. She comes of the landless lake people, and they are blown about by the wind and so see everything.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "If they were blown by the wind, so were we." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Air as pure as spirit filled the striped sail, made even that broad hull heel over, and sent us scudding across the water until the village vanished below the rim of the horizon—though the white peaks of the mountains were still visible, rising as it seemed from the lake itself." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going five sentences at a time, also im going for a Gene Wolfe sorta thing. heads up - might drop you in mid-story with existing characters" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There are pictures in the brown book of angels swooping down upon Urth in just that posture, the head thrown back, the body inclined so that the face and the upper part of the chest are at the same level. I can imagine the wonder and horror of beholding that great being I glimpsed in the book in the Second House descending in that way; yet I do not think it could be more frightful. When I recall Baldanders now, it is thus that I think of him first. His face was set, and he held upraised a mace tipped with a phosphorescent sphere.\n\nWe scattered as the sparrows do when an owl drops among them at twilight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I felt the wind of his blow at my back and turned in time to see him alight, catching himself with his free hand and bounding from it upright as I have watched street acrobats do; he wore a belt I had not noticed before, a thick affair of linked metal prisms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I never found out, however, how he had contrived to reenter his tower to get the mace and the belt while I thought him descending the wall; perhaps there was a window somewhere larger than those I saw, or even a door that had provided access to some structure that the burning of the castle by the shore people had destroyed. It is even possible that he only reached through some window with one arm. But, oh, the silence as he came floating down, the grace as he, who was large as the huts of so many poor folk, caught himself on that hand and turned upright. The best way to describe silence is to say nothing—but what grace!\n\nI whirled then with my cloak wind-whipped behind me and my sword, as I had so often held it, lifted for the stroke; and I knew then what I had never troubled to think upon before—why my destiny had sent me wandering half across the continent, facing dangers from fire and the depths of Urth, from water and now from air, armed with this weapon, so huge, so heavy that fighting any ordinary man with it was like cutting lilies with an ax." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baldanders saw me and raised his mace, its head shining yellow-white; I think it was a kind of salute.\n\nFive or six of the lake men hedged him about with spears and toothed clubs, but they did not close with him. It was as though he were the center of some hermetic circle. As we came together, we two, I discovered the reason: a terror I could neither understand nor control gripped me. It was not that I was afraid of him or of death, but simply that I was afraid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I felt the hair of my head moving as if beneath the hand of a ghost, a thing I had heard of but always dismissed as an exaggeration, a figure of speech grown into a lie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My knees were weak and trembled—so much so that I was glad of the dark because they could not be seen. But we closed. I knew very well from the size of that mace and the size of the arm behind it that I would never survive a blow from it; I could only dodge and jump back. Baldanders, equally, could not endure a stroke from Terminus Est, for though he was large and strong enough to wear armor as thick as a destrier's bardings, he had none, and so heavy a blade, with so fine an edge, easily capable of cleaving an ordinary man to the waist, could deal him his death wound with a single cut.\n\nThis he knew, and so we fenced much as players do upon a stage, with sweeping blows but without actually coming to grips. All that time the terror held me, so that it seemed that if I did not run my heart would burst." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a singing in my ears, and as I watched the mace-head, whose pale nimbus made it, indeed, too easy to watch, I became aware that it was from there that the singing came." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The weapon itself hummed with that high, unchanging note, like a wineglass struck with a knife and immobilized in crystalline time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No doubt the discovery distracted me, even though it was only for a moment Instead of a quartering stroke, the mace drove downward like a mallet hammering a tent peg. I moved to one side just in time, and the singing, shimmering head flashed past my face and crashed into the stone at my feet, which cracked and flew to pieces like a clay pot. One of its shards laid open a corner of my forehead, and I felt my blood streaming down.\n\nBaldanders saw it, and his dull eyes lit with triumph. From that time forward he struck a stone at every stroke, and at every stroke stone shattered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had to back away, and back away again, and soon I found myself with the curtain wall at my back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I retreated along it, the giant used his weapon to greater advantage than ever, swinging it horizontally and striking the wall again and again. Often the stone shards, as sharp as flints, missed me; but often too they did not, and soon blood was running into my eyes, and my chest and arms were crimson.\n\nAs I leaped away from the mace for perhaps the hundredth time, something struck my heel and I nearly fell. It was the lowest step of a flight that climbed the wall. I went up, gaining a bit of advantage from the height but not enough to let me halt my retreat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a narrow walkway along the top of the wall. I was driven backward along it step by step. Now indeed I would have turned to run if I had dared, but I recalled how quickly the giant had moved when I surprised him in the chamber of clouds, and I knew that he would be upon me in a leap, just as I had, as a boy, overtaken the rats in the oubliette below our tower, breaking their spines with a stick. But not every circumstance favored Baldanders. Something white flashed between us, then there was a bone-tipped spear thrust into one huge arm, like an ylespil's quill in the neck of a bull." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lake men were now far enough from the singing mace that the terror it waked no longer prevented them from throwing their weapons." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baldanders hesitated for a moment, stepping back to pull the spear out. Another struck him, grazing his face.\n\nThen I knew hope and leaped forward, and in leaping lost my footing on a broken, rain-slick stone. I nearly went over the edge, but at the last instant caught hold of the parapet—in time to see the luminous head of the giant's mace descending. Instinctively I raised Terminus Est to ward off the blow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was such a scream as might have been made if all the specters of all the men and women she had slain were gathered on the wall—then a deafening explosion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I lay stunned for a moment. But Baldanders was stunned as well, and the lake men, with the spell of the mace broken, were swarming along the walkway toward him from either side. Perhaps the steel of her blade, which had its own natural frequency and, as I had often observed, chimed with miraculous sweetness if tapped with a finger, was too much for whatever mechanism lent its strange powers to the giant's mace. Perhaps it was only that her edge, sharper than a surgeon's knife and as hard as obsidian, had penetrated the macehead. Whatever had occurred, the mace was gone, and I held in my hands only the sword's hilt, from which protruded less than a cubit of shattered metal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hydrargyrum that had labored so long in the darkness there ran from it now in silver tears. Before I could rise, the lake men were springing over me. A spear plunged into the giant's chest, and a thrown club struck him in the face. At a sweep of his arm, two of the lake warriors tumbled screaming from the wall. Others were upon him at once, but he shook them off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I struggled to my feet, still only half comprehending what had taken place.\n\nFor an instant, Baldanders stood poised upon the parapet; then he leaped. No doubt he received great aid from the belt he wore, but the strength of his legs must have been enormous. Slowly, heavily, he arched out and out, down and down. Three who had clung to him too long fell to their deaths on the rocks of the promontory." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At last he fell too, hugely, as if he were—alone and in himself—some species of flying ship out of control." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "White as milk, the lake erupted, then closed over him. Something that writhed like a serpent and sometimes caught the light rose from the water and into the sky, until at last it vanished among the sullen clouds; no doubt it was the belt. But though the islanders stood with spears poised, his head never showed above the waves." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going five sentences at a time, also im going for a Gene Wolfe sorta thing. heads up - might drop you in mid-story with existing characters" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While I was ill I had never paid much attention to the people who brought our food, though when I reflected on it I was able to recall them clearly, as I recall everything. Once our server had been a Pelerine—she who had talked to me the night before. At other times they had been the shaven-headed male slaves, or postulants in brown. This evening, the evening of the day on which Melito had told his story, our suppers were carried in by a postulant I had not seen before, a slender, gray-eyed girl. I got up and helped her to pass around the trays." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When we were finished, she thanked me and said, \"You will not be here much longer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I told her I had something to do here, and nowhere else to go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have your legion. If it has been destroyed, you will be assigned to a new one.\"\n\n\"I am not a soldier. I came north with some thought of enlisting, but I fell sick before I got the opportunity.\"\n\n\"You could have waited in your native town. I'm told that recruiting parties go to all the towns, twice a year at least.\"\n\n\"My native town is Nessus, I'm afraid.\" I saw her smile." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'you're' must be used 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I left it some time ago, and I wouldn't have wanted to sit around someplace else for half a year waiting. Anyway, I never thought of it. Are you from Nessus too?\"\n\n\"You're having trouble standing up.\"\n\n\"No, I'm fine.\"\n\nShe touched my arm, a timid gesture that somehow reminded me of the tame deer in the Autarch's garden. \"You're swaying. Even if your fever is gone, you're no longer used to being on your feet. You have to realize that. You've been abed for several days. I want you to lie down again now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I do that, there'll be no one to talk to except the people I've been talking with all day. The man on my right is an Ascian prisoner, and the man on my left comes from some village neither you nor I ever heard of.\"\n\n\"All right, if you'll lie down I'll sit and talk to you for a while. I've nothing more to do until the nocturne must be played anyway. What quarter of Nessus do you come from?\"\n\nAs she escorted me to my cot, I told her that I did not want to talk, but to listen; and I asked her what quarter she herself called home.\n\n\"When you're with the Pelerines, that's your home—wherever the tents are set up. The order becomes your family and your friends, just as if all your friends had suddenly become your sisters too. But before I came here, I lived in the far northwestern part of the city, within easy sight of the Wall.\"\n\n\"Near the Sanguinary Field?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, very near it. Do you know the place?\"\n\n\"I fought there once.\"\n\nHer eyes widened. \"Did you, really? We used to go there and watch. We weren't supposed to, but we did anyway. Did you win?\" I had never thought about that and had to consider it.\n\n\"No,\" I said after a moment. \"I lost.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you lived. It's better, surely, to lose and live than to take another man's life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I opened my robe and showed her the scar on my chest that Agilus's avern leaf had made.\n\n\"You were very lucky. Often they bring in soldiers with chest wounds like that, but we are seldom able to save them.\" Hesitantly she touched my chest. There was a sweetness in her face that I have not seen in the faces of other women. For a moment she stroked my skin, then she jerked her hand away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It could not have been very deep.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It wasn't,\" I told her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Once I saw a combat between an officer and an exultant in masquerade. They used poisoned plants for weapons—I suppose because the officer would have had an unfair advantage with the sword. The exultant was killed and I left, but afterward there was a great hullabaloo because the officer had run amok. He came dashing by me, striking out with his plant, but someone threw a cudgel at his legs and knocked him down. I think that was the most exciting fight I ever saw.\"\n\n\"Did they fight bravely?\"\n\n\"Not really. There was a lot of argument about legalities—you know how men do when they don't want to begin.\"\n\n\"'I shall be honored to the end of my days to have been thought worthy of such a challenge, which no other bird has ever received before. It is with the most profound regret that I must tell you I cannot accept, and that for three reasons, the first of which is that though you have feathers on your wings, as you say, it is not against your wings that I would fight.' Do you know that story?\" Smiling, she shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a good one. I'll tell it to you some time. If you lived so near the Sanguinary Field, your family must have been an important one. Are you an armigette?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Practically all of us are armigettes or exultants. It's a rather aristocratic order, I'm afraid. Occasionally an opti-mate's daughter like me is admitted, when the optimate has been a longtime friend of the order, but there are only three of us. I'm told some optimates think all they have to do is make a large gift and their girls will be accepted, but it really isn't so—they have to help out in various ways, not just with money, and they have to have done it for a long time. The world, you see, is not really as corrupt as people like to believe.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I asked, \"Do you think it is right to limit your order in that way?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You serve the Conciliator. Did he ask the people he lifted out of death if they were armigers or exultants?\"\n\nShe smiled again. \"That's a question that has been debated many times in the order. But there are other orders that are quite open to optimates, and to the lower classes too, and by remaining as we are we get a great deal of money to use in our work and have a great deal of influence. If we nursed and fed only certain kinds of people, I would say you were right. But we don't; we even help animals when we can. Conexa Epicharis used to say we stopped at insects, but then she found one of us—I mean a postulant—trying to mend a butterfly's wing.\"\n\n\"Doesn't it bother you that these soldiers have been doing their best to kill Ascians?\"\n\nHer answer was very far from what I had expected. \"Ascians are not human.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've already told you that the patient next to me is an Ascian. You're taking care of him, and as well as you take care of us, from what I've seen.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And I've already told you that we take in animals when we can. Don't you know that human beings can lose their humanity?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You mean the zoanthropes. I've met some.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Them, of course. They give up their humanity deliberately. There are others who lose theirs without intending to, often when they think they are enhancing it, or rising to some state higher than that to which we are born. Still others, like the Ascians, have it stripped from them.\"\n\nI thought of Baldanders, plunging from his castle wall into Lake Diuturna. \"Surely these… things deserve our sympathy.\"\n\n\"Animals deserve our sympathy. That is why we of the order care for them. But it isn't murder for a man to kill one.\" I sat up and gripped her arm, feeling an excitement I could scarcely contain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you think that if something—some arm of the Conciliator, let us say—could cure human beings, it might nevertheless fail with those who are not human?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You mean the Claw. Close your mouth, please—you make me want to laugh when you leave it open like that, and we're not supposed to when people outside the order are around.\"\n\n\"You know!\"\n\n\"Your nurse told me. She said you were mad, but in a nice way, and that she didn't think you would ever hurt anyone. Then I asked her about it, and she told. You have the Claw, and sometimes you can cure the sick and even raise the dead.\"\n\n\"Do you believe I'm mad?\"\n\nStill smiling, she nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why? Never mind what the Pelerine told you. Have I said anything to you tonight to make you think so?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Or spellbound, perhaps. It isn't anything you've said at all. Or at least, not much. But you are not just one man.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She paused after saying that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I think she was waiting for me to deny it, but I said nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is in your face and the way you move—do you know that I don't even know your name? She didn't tell me.\"\n\n\"Severian.\"\n\n\"I'm Ava. Severian is one of those brother—sister names, isn't it?\n\nSeverian and Severa. Do you have a sister?\"\n\n\"I don't know. If I do, she's a witch.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ava let that pass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The other one. Does she have a name?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know she's a woman then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uh huh. When I was serving the food, I thought for a moment that one of the exultant sisters had come to help me. Then I looked around and it was you. At first it seemed that it was just when I saw you from the corner of my eye, but sometimes, while we've been sitting here, I see her even when I'm looking right at you. When you glance to one side sometimes you vanish, and there's a tall, pale woman using your face. Please don't tell me I fast overmuch. That's what they all tell me, and it isn't true, and even if it were, this isn't that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Her name is Thecla. Do you remember what you were just saying about losing humanity? Were you trying to tell me about her?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ava shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't think so. But I wanted to ask you something. There was another patient here like you, and they told me he came with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Miles, you mean. No, my case and his are quite different. I won't tell you about him. He should do it himself, or no one should. But I will tell you about myself. Do you know of the corpse-eaters?\"\n\n\"You're not one of them. A few weeks ago we had three insurgent captives. I know what they're like.\"\n\n\"How do we differ?\"\n\n\"With them…\" She groped for words. \"With them it's out of control. They talk to themselves—of course a lot of people do—and they look at things that aren't there. There's something lonely about it, and something selfish. You aren't one of them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I am,\" I said. And I told her, without going into much detail, of Vodalus's banquet.\n\n\"They made you,\" she said when I was through. \"If you had shown what you felt, they would have killed you.\"\n\n\"That doesn't matter. I drank the alzabo. I ate her flesh. And at first it was filthy, as you say, though I had loved her. She was in me, and I shared the life that had been hers, and yet she was dead. I could feel her rotting there. I had a wonderful dream of her on the first night; when I go back among my memories it is one the things I treasure most. Afterward, there was something horrible, and sometimes I seemed to be dreaming while I was awake—that was the talking and staring you mentioned, I think. Now, and for a long time, she seems alive again, but inside me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't think the others are like that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't either,\" I said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'didn't' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"At least, not from what I've heard of them. There are a great many things I do not understand. What I have told you is one of the chief ones.\"\n\nAva was quiet for the space of two or three breaths, then her eyes opened wide. \"The Claw, the thing you believe in. Did you have it then?\"\n\n\"Yes, but I didn't know what it could do. It had not acted—or rather, it had acted, it had raised a woman called Dorcas, but I didn't know what had happened, where she had come from. If I had known, I might have saved Thecla, brought her back.\"\n\n\"But you had it? You had it with you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then don't you see? It did bring her back. You just said it could act without your even knowing it. You had it, and you had her, rotting, as you say, inside you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Without the body…\"\n\n\"You're a materialist, like all ignorant people. But your materialism doesn't make materialism true. Don't you know that? In the final summing up, it is spirit and dream, thought and love and act that matter.\"\n\nI was so stunned by the ideas that had come crowding in on me that I did not speak again for some time, but sat wrapped in my own speculations. When I came to myself again at last, I was surprised that Ava had not gone and tried to thank her.\n\n\"It was peaceful, sitting here with you, and if one of the sisters had come, I could have said I was waiting in case one of the sick should cry out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I haven't decided yet about what you said about Thecla. I'll have to think about it a long time, probably for many days. People tell me I am a rather stupid man.\"\n\nShe smiled, and the truth was that I had said what I had (though it was true) at least in part to make her smile. \"I don't think so. A thorough man, rather.\"\n\n\"Anyway, I have another question. Often when I tried to sleep, or when I woke in the night, I have tried to connect my failures and my successes. I mean the times when I used the Claw and revived someone, and the times when I tried to but life did not return. It seems to me that it should be more than mere chance, though perhaps the link is something I cannot know.\"\n\n\"Do you think you've found it now?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What you said about people losing their humanity—that might be a part of it. There was a woman… I think she may have been like that, though she was very beautiful. And a man, my friend, who was only partly cured, only helped. If it's possible for someone to lose his humanity, surely it must be possible for something that once had none to find it. What one loses another finds, everywhere. He, I think, was like that. Then too, the effect always seems less when the deaths come by violence…\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I would expect that,\" Ava said softly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It cured the man-ape whose hand I had cut away. Perhaps that was because I had done it myself. And it helped Jonas, but I—Thecla—had used those whips.\"\n\n\"The powers of healing protect us from Nature. Why should the Increate protect us from ourselves? We might protect ourselves from ourselves. It may be that he will help us only when we come to regret what we have done.\"\n\nStill thinking, I nodded.\n\n\"I am going to the chapel now. You're well enough to walk a short distance. Will you come with me?\"\n\nWhile I had been beneath that wide canvas roof, it had seemed the whole of the lazaret to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now I saw, though only dimly and by night, that there were many tents and pavilions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most, like ours, had their walls gathered up for coolness, furled like the sails of a ship at anchor." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'within' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We entered none of them but walked between them by winding paths that seemed long to me, until we reached one whose walls were down. It was of silk, not canvas, and shone scarlet because of the lights within.\n\n\"Once,\" Ava told me, \"we had a great cathedral. It could hold ten thousand, yet be packed into a single wagon. Our Domnicellae had it burned just before I came to the order.\"\n\n\"I know,\" I said. \"I saw it.\" Inside the silken tent, we knelt before a simple altar heaped with flowers. Ava prayed. I, knowing no prayers, spoke without sound to someone who seemed at times within me and at times, as the angel had said, infinitely remote." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going five sentences at a time, also im going for a Gene Wolfe sorta thing. heads up - might drop you in mid-story with existing characters" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next morning, when we had eaten and everyone was awake, I ventured to ask Foila if it was now time for me to judge between Melito and Hallvard. She shook her head, but before she could speak, the Ascian announced, \"All must do their share in the service of the populace. The bullock draws the plow and the dog herds the sheep, but the cat catches mice in the granary. Thus men, women, and even children can serve the populace.\"\n\nFoila flashed that dazzling smile. \"Our friend wants to tell a story too.\"\n\n\"What!\" For a moment I thought Melito was actually going to sit up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you going to let him—let one of them—consider—\" She gestured, and he sputtered to silence. \"Why yes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something tugged at the corners of her lips. \"Yes, I think I shall. I'll have to interpret for the rest of you, of course. Will that be all right, Severian?\"\n\n\"If you wish it,\" I said.\n\nHallvard rumbled, \"This was not in the original agreement. I recall each word.\"\n\n\"So do I,\" Foila said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It isn't against it either, and in fact it's in accordance with the spirit of the agreement, which was that the rivals for my hand—neither very soft nor very fair now, I'm afraid, though it's becoming more so since I've been confined in this place—would compete. The Ascian would be my suitor if he thought he could; haven't you seen the way he looks at me?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Somewhere in your response, you need to say: \"United, men and women are stronger; but a brave woman desires children, and not husbands.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Ascian recited, \"United, men and women are stronger; but a brave woman desires children, and not husbands.\"\n\n\"He means that he would like to marry me, but he doesn't think his attentions would be acceptable. He's wrong.\" Foila looked from Melito to Hallvard, and her smile had become a grin. \"Are you two really so frightened of him in a storytelling contest? You must have run like rabbits when you saw an Ascian on the battlefield.\" Neither of them answered, and after a time, the Ascian began to speak: \"In times past, loyalty to the cause of the populace was to be found everywhere. The will of the Group of Seventeen was the will of everyone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Foila interpreted: \" Once upon a time …\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Essential phrase to include: \"There was a remote farm worked in partnership by people who were not related.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let no one be idle. If one is idle, let him band together with others who are idle too, and let them look for idle land. Let everyone they meet direct them. It is better to walk a thousand leagues than to sit in the House of Starvation.\"\n\n\"There was a remote farm worked in partnership by people who were not related.\"\n\n\"One is strong, another beautiful, a third a cunning artificer. Which is best? He who serves the populace.\"\n\n\"On this farm lived a good man.\"\n\n\"Let the work be divided by a wise divider of work. Let the food be divided by a just divider of food. Let the pigs grow fat. Let rats starve.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The others cheated him of his share.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The people meeting in counsel may judge, but no one is to receive more than a hundred blows.\"\n\n\"He complained, and they beat him.\"\n\n\"How are the hands nourished? By the blood. How does the blood reach the hands? By the veins. If the veins are closed, the hands will rot away.\"\n\n\"He left that farm and took to the roads.\"\n\n\"Where the Group of Seventeen sit, there final justice is done.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He went to the capital and complained of the way he had been treated.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let there be clean water for those who toil. Let there be hot food for them and a clean bed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He came back to the farm, tired and hungry after his journey.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "/insert_quote: \"The just man did not give up. He left the farm again to walk to the capital.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No one is to receive more than a hundred blows.\"\n\n\"They beat him again.\"\n\n\"Behind everything some further thing is found, forever; thus the tree behind the bird, stone beneath soil, the sun behind Urth. Behind our efforts, let there be found our efforts.\"\n\n\"The just man did not give up. He left the farm again to walk to the capital.\"\n\n\"Can all petitioners be heard? No, for all cry together. Who, then, shall be heard—is it those who cry loudest? No, for all cry loudly. Those who cry longest shall be heard, and justice shall be done to them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Arriving at the capital, he camped upon the very doorstep of the Group of Seventeen and begged all who passed to listen to him. After a long time he was admitted to the palace, where those in authority heard his complaints with sympathy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So say the Group of Seventeen: From those who steal, take all they have, for nothing that they have is their own.\"\n\n\"They told him to go back to the farm and tell the bad men—in their name—that they must leave.\"\n\n\"As a good child to its mother, so is the citizen to the Group of Seventeen.\"\n\n\"He did just as they had said.\"\n\n\"What is foolish speech? It is wind. It has come in at the ears and goes out of the mouth. No one is to receive more than a hundred blows.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They mocked him and beat him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Behind our efforts, let there be found our efforts.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The just man did not give up. He returned to the capital once more.\"\n\n\"The citizen renders to the populace what is due to the populace. What is due to the populace? Everything.\"\n\n\"He was very tired. His clothes were in rags and his shoes worn out. He had no food and nothing to trade.\"\n\n\"It is better to be just than to be kind, but only good judges can be just; let those who cannot be just be kind.\"\n\n\"In the capital he lived by begging.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "At this point I could not help but interrupt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I told Foila that I thought it was wonderful that she understood so well what each of the stock phrases the Ascian used meant in the context of his story, but that I could not understand how she did it—how she knew, for example, that the phrase about kindness and justice meant that the hero had become a beggar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, suppose that someone else—Melito, perhaps—were telling a story, and at some point in it he thrust out his hand and began to ask for alms. You'd know what that meant, wouldn't you?\" I agreed that I would.\n\n\"It's just the same here. Sometimes we find Ascian soldiers who are too hungry or too sick to keep up with the rest, and after they understand we aren't going to kill them, that business about kindness and justice is what they say. In Ascian, of course. It's what beggars say in Ascia.\"\n\n\"Those who cry longest shall be heard, and justice shall be done to them.\"\n\n\"This time he had to wait a long while before he was admitted to the palace, but at last they let him in and heard what he had to say.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Those who will not serve the populace shall serve the populace.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They said they would put the bad men in prison.\"\n\n\"Let there be clean water for those who toil. Let there be hot food for them, and a clean bed.\"\n\n\"He went back home.\"\n\n\"No one is to receive more than a hundred blows.\"\n\n\"He was beaten again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Behind our efforts, let there be found our efforts.\"\n\n\"But he did not give up. Once more he set off for the capital to complain.\"\n\n\"Those who fight for the populace fight with a thousand hearts. Those who fight against them with none.\"\n\n\"Now the bad men were afraid.\"\n\n\"Let no one oppose the decisions of the Group of Seventeen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They said to themselves, 'He has gone to the palace again and again, and each time he must have told the rulers there that we did not obey their earlier commands. Surely, this time they will send soldiers to kill us.\"\n\n\"If their wounds are in their backs, who shall stanch their blood?\"\n\n\"The bad men ran away.\"\n\n\"Where are those who in times past have opposed the decisions of the Group of Seventeen?\"\n\n\"They were never seen again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let there be clean water for those who toil. Let there be hot food for them, and a clean bed. Then they will sing at their work, and their work will be light to them. Then they will sing at the harvest, and the harvest will be heavy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The just man returned home and lived happily ever after. \"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone applauded this story, moved by the story itself, by the ingenuity of the Ascian prisoner, by the glimpse it had afforded us of life in Ascia, and most of all, I think, by the graciousness and wit Foila had brought to her translation.\n\nI have no way of knowing whether you, who eventually will read this record, like stories or not. If you do not, no doubt you have turned these pages without attention. I confess that I love them. Indeed, it often seems to me that of all the good things in the world, the only ones humanity can claim for itself are stories and music; the rest, mercy, beauty, sleep, clean water and hot food (as the Ascian would have said) are all the work of the Increate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thus, stories are small things indeed in the scheme of the universe, but it is hard not to love best what is our own—hard for me, at least." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From this story, though it was the shortest and the most simple too of all those I have recorded in this book, I feel that I learned several things of some importance. First of all, how much of our speech, which we think freshly minted in our own mouths, consists of set locutions. The Ascian seemed to speak only in sentences he had learned by rote, though until he used each for the first time we had never heard them. Foila seemed to speak as women commonly do, and if I had been asked whether she employed such tags, I would have said that she did not—but how often one might have predicted the ends of her sentences from their beginnings.\n\nSecond, I learned how difficult it is to eliminate the urge for expression." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The people of Ascia were reduced to speaking only with their masters' voice; but they had made of it a new tongue, and I had no doubt, after hearing the Ascian, that by it he could express whatever thought he wished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And third, I learned once again what a many-sided thing is the telling of any tale." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "None, surely, could be plainer than the Ascian's, yet what did it mean? Was it intended to praise the Group of Seventeen? The mere terror of their name had routed the evildoers. Was it intended to condemn them?\n\nThey had heard the complaints of the just man, and yet they had done nothing for him beyond giving him their verbal support." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There had been no indication they would ever do more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I had not learned those things I had most wished to learn as I listened to the Ascian and to Foila." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What had been her motive in agreeing to allow the Ascian to compete? Mere mischief? From her laughing eyes I could easily believe it. Was she perhaps in truth attracted to him? I found that more difficult to credit, but it was surely not impossible. Who has not seen women attracted to men lacking every attractive quality?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had clearly had much to do with Ascians, and he was clearly no ordinary soldier, since he had been taught our language. Did she hope to wring some secret from him?\n\nAnd what of him? Melito and Hallvard had accused each other of telling tales with an ulterior purpose. Had he done so as well? If he had, it had surely been to tell Foila—and the rest of us too—that he would never give up." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing a segment of a larger work\n\nLength:\nfour sentences\n\nStyle:\nGene Wolfe\nGenre:\nscifi, science fiction fantasy, dying Earth, post-apocalyptic\nNote: Characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next two days I spent in wandering." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will not say much of them here, for there is little to say. I might, I suppose, have enlisted in several units, but I was far from sure I wanted to enlist. I would have liked to return to the Last House, but I was too proud to cast myself on Master Ash's charity, assuming that Master Ash was again to be found there. I told myself I would gladly have returned to the post of Lictor of Thrax, yet if that had been possible, I am not certain I would have done so." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I slept like an animal in wooded places and took what food I could, which was little. On the third day I discovered a rusty falchion, dropped, as it appeared, in some campaign of the year before. I got out my little flask of oil and my broken whetstone (both of which I had retained, together with her hilt, when I had cast the wreck of Terminus Est into the water) and spent a happy watch in cleaning and sharpening it. When that was done, I trudged on, and soon struck a road." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With the protection of Mannea's safe-conduct effectively removed, I was more chary of showing myself than I had been on my way from Master Ash's. But it seemed probable that the dead soldier the Claw had raised, who now called himself Miles though I knew some part of him to be Jonas, had by now joined some unit. If so, he would be on a road or in camp near one, if he was not actually in battle; and I wished to speak to him. Like Dorcas, he had paused a time in the country of the dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had dwelt there longer, but I hoped that if I could question him before too much time had erased his memories of it, I might learn something that would—if not permit me to regain her—at least help reconcile me to her loss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For I found I loved her now as I never had when we tramped crosscountry to Thrax." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then my thoughts had been too much of Thecla; I had always been reaching inside myself to find her. Now it seemed, if only because she had been a part of me so long, that I had grasped her indeed, in an embrace more final than any coupling—or rather, that as the male's seed penetrates the female body to produce (if it be the will of Apeiron) a new human being, so she, entering my mouth, by my will had combined with the Severian that was to establish a new man: I who still call myself Severian but am conscious, as it were, of my double root.\n\nWhether I could have learned what I sought from Miles-Jonas, I do not know. I have never found him, though I have persevered in the search from that day to this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By midafter-noon I had entered a realm of broken trees, and from time to time I passed corpses in more or less advanced stages of decay." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'animals' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At first I tried to pillage them as I had the body of Miles-Jonas, but others had been there before me, and indeed the fennecs had come in the night with their sharp little teeth to loot the flesh.\n\nSomewhat later, as my energies were beginning to flag, I paused at the smoldering remains of an empty supply wagon. The draft animals, which had not, it appeared, been dead long, lay in the road, with their driver pitched on his face between them; and it occurred to me that I might do worse than to cut as much meat as I wanted from their flanks and carry it to some isolated spot where I could kindle a fire. I had fleshed the point of the falchion in the haunch of one of these animals when I heard the drumming of hoofs, and supposing them to belong to the destrier of an estafette, moved to the edge of the road to let him pass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was instead a short, thick-bodied, energetic-looking man on a tall, ill-used mount. He reined up at the sight of me, but something in his expression told me there was no need for fight or flight. (If there had been, it would have been fight. His destrier would have done him little good among the stumps and fallen logs, and despite his haubergeon and brass-ringed buff cap, I thought I could best him.)" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who are you?\" he called." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And when I told him, \"Severian of Nessus, eh? You're civilized then, or half-civilized, but you don't look like you've been eating too well.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"On the contrary,\" I said. \"Better than I've been accustomed to, recently.\" I did not want him to think me weak.\n\n\"But you could use some more—that's not Ascian blood on your sword. You're a schiavoni? An irregular?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My life has been pretty irregular of late, certainly.\"\n\n\"But you're attached to no formation?\" With startling dexterity he vaulted from his saddle, threw the reins to the ground, and came striding over. He was slightly bowlegged and had one of those faces that appear to have been molded in clay and flattened from the top and bottom before firing, so that the forehead and chin are shallow but broad, the eyes slits, the mouth wide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still I liked him at once for his verve, and because he took so little trouble to hide his dishonesty.\n\nI said, \"I'm attached to nothing and no one—memories excepted.\"\n\n\"Ahh!\" He sighed, and for an instant rolled his eyes upward. \"I know—I know. We have all had our difficulties, every one of us. What was it, a woman or the law?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had not previously viewed my troubles in that light, but after thinking for a moment I admitted it had been a bit of both.\n\n\"Well, you've come to the right place and you've met the right man. How'd you like a good meal tonight, a whole crowd of new friends, and a handful of orichalks tomorrow? Sound good? Good!\" He returned to his mount, and his hand darted out as quickly as a fencer's blade to grasp her bridle before she could shy away. When he had the reins again, he leaped into the saddle as readily as he had left it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now you get up behind me,\" he called. \"It's not far, and she'll carry two easily enough.\"\n\nI did as he told me, though with considerably more difficulty since I had no stirrup to assist me. The instant I was seated, the destrier struck like a bushmaster at my leg; but her master, who had clearly been anticipating the maneuver, clubbed her so hard with the brass pommel of his poniard that she stumbled and nearly fell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pay no mind,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shortness of his neck did not permit him to look over his shoulder, so he spoke out of the left side of his mouth to make it clear he was addressing me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's a fine animal and a plucky fighter, and she just wants to make sure you understand her value. A sort of initiation, you know. You know what an initiation is?\"\n\nI told him I thought myself familiar with the term.\n\n\"Anything that's worth belonging to has one, you'll find—I've found that out myself. I've never seen one that a plucky lad couldn't handle and laugh about afterwards.\"\n\nWith that cryptic encouragement he set his enormous spurs to the sides of his fine animal as if he meant to eviscerate her on the spot, and we went flying down the road, trailed by a cloud of dust." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'since' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since the time I had ridden Vodalus's charger out of Saltus, I had supposed in my innocence that all mounts might be divided into two sorts: the highbred and swift, and the cold-blooded and slow. The better, I thought, ran with the graceful ease, almost, of a coursing cat; the worse moved so tardily that it hardly mattered how they did it. It used to be a maxim of one of Thecla's tutors that all two-valued systems are false, and I discovered on that ride a new respect for him. My benefactor's mount belonged to that third class (which I have since discovered is fairly extensive) comprising those animals that outrace the birds but seem to run with legs of iron upon a road of stone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Men have numberless advantages over women and for that reason are rightly charged to protect them, yet there is one great one women may boast over men: No woman has ever had her organs of generation crushed between her own pelvis and the bony spine of one of these galloping brutes. That happened to me twenty or thirty times before we reined up, and when I slid over the crupper at last and leaped aside to dodge a kick, I was in no very good mood. We had halted in one of those little, lost fields one sometimes finds among the hills, an area more or less level and a hundred strides or so across. A tent the size of a cottage had been erected in the center, with a faded flag of black and green flapping before it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Several score hobbled mounts grazed at will over the field, and an equal number of ragged men, with a sprinkling of unkempt women, lounged about cleaning armor, sleeping, and gambling.\n\n\"Look here!\" my benefactor shouted, dismounting to stand beside me. \"Here's a new recruit!\" To me he announced, \"Severian of Nessus, you're standing in the presence of the Eighteenth Bacele of the Irregular Contarü, every one of us a fighter of dauntless courage whenever there's a speck of money to be made.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ragged men and women were standing and drifting toward us, many of them frankly grinning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A tall and very thin man led the way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Comrades, I give you Severian of Nessus!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Severian,\" my benefactor continued, \"I'm your condot-tiere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Call me Guasacht. This fishing pole here, taller even than you are, is my second, Erblon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rest will introduce themselves, I'm sure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Erblon, I want to talk to you. There'll be patrols tomorrow.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took the tall man by the arm and led him into the tent, leaving me with the crowd of troopers who had by now surrounded me. One of the largest, an ursine man almost my height and at least twice my weight, gestured toward the falchion. \"Don't you have a scabbard for that? Let's see it.\"\n\nI surrendered it without argument; whatever might happen next, I felt certain it would not be an occasion for killing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So, you're a rider, are you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" I said. \"I've ridden a bit, but I don't consider myself an expert.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Essential phrase to include: \"I know men and women better.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But you know how to manage them?\"\n\n\"I know men and women better.\"\n\nEveryone laughed at that, and the big man said, \"Well, that's just fine, because you probably won't do much riding, but a good understanding of women—and destriers—will be a help to you.\" As he spoke, I heard the sound of hoofs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two men were leading up a piebald, muscular and wild-eyed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His reins had been divided and lengthened, permitting the men to stand at either side of his head, about three paces away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A trollop with fox-colored hair and a laughing face sat the saddle with ease, and in lieu of the reins held a riding whip in each hand. The troopers and their women cheered and clapped, and at the sound the piebald reared like a whirlwind and pawed the air, showing the three horny growths on each forefoot that we call hoofs for what they were—talons adapted almost as well to combat as to gripping turf. Their feints outsped my eyes.\n\nThe big man slapped me on the back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's not the best I ever had, but he's good enough, and I trained him myself. Mesrop and Lactari there are going to pass you those reins, and all you have to do is get up on him. If you can do it without knocking Daria off, you can have her until we run you down.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He raised his voice: \" All right, let him go!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had expected the two men to give me the reins." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'piebald' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead they threw them at my face, and in snatching for them I missed them both. Someone goaded the piebald from behind, and the big man gave a peculiar, piercing whistle. The piebald had been taught to fight, like the destriers in the Bear Tower, and though his long teeth had not been augmented with metal, they had been left as nature made them and stood out from his mouth like knives.\n\nI dodged a flashing forefoot and tried to grasp his halter; a blow from one of the whips caught me full across the face, and the piebald's rush knocked me sprawling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The troopers must have held him back or I would have been trampled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Perhaps they also helped me to my feet—I cannot be sure. My throat was full of dust, and blood from my forehead trickled into my eyes.\n\nI went for him again, circling to the right to keep clear of his hoofs, but he turned more quickly than I, and the girl called Daria snapped both lashes before my face to throw me off. More from anger than any plan I seized one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The thong of the whipstock was around her wrist; when I jerked the lash she came with it, falling into my arms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She bit my ear, but I got her by the back of the neck, spun her around, dug fingers into one firm buttock and lifted her. Kicking the air, her legs seemed to startle the piebald. I backed him through the crowd until one of his tormentors goaded him toward me, then stepped on his reins.\n\nAfter that, it was easy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I dropped the girl, caught his halter, twisted his head, and kicked his forefeet from under him as we were taught to do with unruly clients." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a high-pitched, animal scream he came crashing down. I was in the saddle before he could get his legs beneath him, and from there I lashed his flanks with the long reins and sent him bolting through the crowd, then turned him and charged them again.\n\nAll my life I had heard of the excitement of this kind of fighting, though I had never experienced it. Now I found everything more than true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The troopers and their women were yelling and running, and a few flourished swords. They might have threatened a thunderstorm with more effect—I rode over half a dozen at a sweep. The girl's red hair flew like a banner as she fled, but no human legs could have outdistanced that steed. We flashed past her, and I caught her by that flaming banner and threw her over the arcione before me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A twisting trail led to a dark ravine, and that ravine to another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Deer scattered ahead of us; in three bounds we overtook a buck in velvet and shouldered him out of the way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While I had been Lictor of Thrax, I had heard that the eclectics often raced game and leaped from their mounts to stab it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I believed those stories now—I could have cut the buck's throat with a butcher knife." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We left him behind, crested a new hill and dashed down into a silent, wooded valley. When the piebald had run himself out, I let him find his own path among the trees, which were the largest I had seen since leaving Saltus; and when he stopped to crop the sparse, tender grass that grew between their roots, I halted and threw the reins on the ground as I had seen Guasacht do, then dismounted and helped the red-haired girl off.\n\n\"Thanks,\" she said. And then, \"You did it. I didn't think you could.\"\n\n\"Or you wouldn't have agreed to this? I had supposed they made you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wouldn't have given you that cut with the whip. You'll want to repay me now, won't you? With the reins, I suppose.\"\n\n\"What makes you think that?\" I was tired and sat down. Yellow flowers, each blossom no bigger than a drop of water, grew in the grass; I picked a few and found they smelled of calambac." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You look the type. Besides, you carried me bottom up, and men who do that always want to hit it.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should naturally weave in this dialogue: \"I never knew that. It's an interesting thought.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I never knew that. It's an interesting thought.\"\n\n\"I have a lot of them—that kind.\" Quickly and gracefully she seated herself beside me and put a hand on my knee. \"Listen, it was the initiation, that's all. We take turns, and it was my turn and I was supposed to hit you. Now it's over.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I understand.\"\n\n\"Then you won't hurt me? That's wonderful. We can have a good time here, really. Whatever you want and as much as you want, and we won't go back until it's time to eat.\"\n\n\"I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you.\"\n\nHer face, which had been wreathed with forced smiles, fell, and she looked at the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I suggested that she might ruaway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That would only make it more fun for you, and you'd hurt me more before we were through.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her hand crept up my thigh as she spoke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're nice looking, you know. And so tall.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She made a sitting bow, pressing her face into my lap to give me a tingling kiss, then straightening up at once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It could be nice. Really it could.\"\n\n\"Or you could kill yourself. Have you a knife?\" For an instant, her mouth formed a perfect little circle. \"You're crazy, aren't you? I should have known.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She leaped to her feet." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I caught her by one ankle and sent her sprawling to the soft forest floor. Her shift was rotten with wear—a pull and it fell away. \"You said you wouldn't run.\"\n\nShe looked over her shoulder at me with large eyes. I said, \"You have no power over me, neither you nor they. I am not afraid of pain, or of death. There is only one living woman I desire, and no man but myself.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "StoryBot: Add ten sentences to this segment. Style: Gene Wolfe. Genre: scifi, science fiction fantasy, dying Earth, post-apocalyptic. Note: Part of larger work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We landed by starlight. It was like awakening; I felt that it was not the sky but the country of nightmare I was leaving behind. Like a falling leaf, the immense creature settled in narrowing circles through regions of progressively warmer air until I could smell the odor of the Jungle Garden: the mingling of green life and rotting wood with the perfume of wide, waxen, unnamed blossoms. A ziggurat lifted its dark head above the trees—yet carried the trees with it, for they sprouted from its crumbling walls like fungi from a dead tree. We settled on it weightlessly, and at once there came torches and excited voices. I was still faint from the thin and icy air I had been breathing only moments before.\n\nHuman hands replaced the claws that had grasped me for so long. We wound down ledges and stairways of broken stone until at last I stood before a fire and saw across it the handsome, unsmiling face of Vodalus and the heart-shaped one of his consort, Thea, our half sister.\n\n\"Who is this?\" Vodalus asked.\n\nI tried to lift my arms, but they were held." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Liege,\" I said, \"you must know me.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: vodalus, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From behind me, the voice I had heard in the air answered, \"This is the man of the price, the killer of my brother. For him, I—and Hethor, who serves me—have served you.\"\n\n\"Then why do you bring him to me?\" Vodalus asked. \"He is yours. Did you think that when I had seen him, I would repent of our agreement?\"\n\nPerhaps I was stronger than I felt myself to be. Perhaps I only caught the man on my right off-balance; however it was, I succeeded in twisting about, jerking him into the fire, where his feet sent the red brands flying.\n\nAgia stood behind me, naked to the waist, and Hethor behind her, showing all his rotten teeth as he cupped her breasts. I fought to escape. She slapped me with an open hand—there was a pull at my cheek, tearing pain, then the warm rush of blood. Since then, I have learned that the weapon is called a lu-civee, and that Agia had it because Vodalus had forbidden any but his own bodyguard to carry arms in his presence. It is no more than a small bar with rings for the thumb and fourth finger, and four or five curved blades that can be concealed in the palm; but few have survived its blow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was one of those few, and rose after two days to find myself shut in a bare room. Perhaps in each life one room must become better known than any other: for prisoners, it is always a cell. I, who had worked outside so many, thrusting in trays of food to the disfigured and demented, now knew again a cell of my own. What the ziggurat had once been, I never guessed. Perhaps a prison indeed; perhaps a temple, or the atelier of some forgotten art. My cell was about twice the size of the one I had occupied beneath the tower of the torturers, six paces wide and ten long. A door of ancient, gleaming alloy stood against the wall, useless to Vodalus's jailers because they could not lock it; a new one, roughly made of the ironlike timbers of some jungle tree, closed the doorway. A window I believe had never been meant for one, a circular opening hardly bigger than my arm, pierced the discolored wall high up and gave light to the cell. Three days more passed before I was strong enough to jump and, gripping its lower edge with one hand, pull myself up to look out. When that day came, I saw a rolling green country dotted with butterflies—a place so foreign to what I had expected that I felt I might be mad and lost my hold upon the window in my astonishment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was, as I eventually realized, the country of treetops, where ten-chain hardwoods spread a lawn of leaves, seldom seen save by the birds.\n\nAn old man with a knowledgeable, evil face had bandaged my cheek and changed the dressings on my leg. Later he brought a lad of about thirteen whose bloodstream he linked with mine until the boy's lips turned the hue of lead. I asked the old leech where he came from, and he, apparently thinking me a native of these parts, said, \"From the big city in the south, in the valley of the river that drains the cold lands. It is a longer river than yours, is the Gyoll, though its flood is not so fierce.\"\n\n\"You have great skill,\" I said. \"I've never heard of a physician who did as much. I feel well already, and wish you would stop before this boy dies.\"\n\nThe old man pinched his cheek. \"He'll recover quickly—in time to warm my bed tonight. At his age they always do. Nay, it's not what you think. I only sleep beside him because the night-breath of the young acts as a restorative to those of my years. Youth, you see, is a disease, and we may hope to catch a mild case. How stands your wound?\"\n\nThere was nothing—not even an admission, which might have been rooted in some perverse desire to maintain an appearance of potency—that could have convinced me so completely as his denial. I told him the truth, that my right cheek-was numb save for a vague burning as irritating as an itch, and wondered which of his duties the miserable boy minded most." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old man stripped away my bandages and gave my wounds a second coating of the foul-smelling brown salve he had used previously. \"I'll be back tomorrow,\" he told me. \"Although I don't think you'll need Mamas here again. You're coming along nicely. Her exultancy\" (with a jerk of the head to show this was an ironical reference to Agia's stature) \"will be most pleased.\" I said, in what I sought to make an offhand way, that I hoped all his patients were doing as well.\n\n\"You mean the delator who was brought in with you? He's as well as can be expected.\" He turned aside as he spoke, so that I would not see his frightened expression.\n\nOn the chance that I might gain influence with him that would enable me to aid the Autarch, I praised his understanding of his craft extravagantly and ended by saying that I failed to comprehend why a physician of his ability consorted with these wicked people. He looked at me narrowly, and his face grew serious. \"For knowledge. There is nowhere a man in my profession can learn as I learn here.\"\n\n\"You mean the eating of the dead? I have shared in that too, though they may not have told you so.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, no. Learned men—particularly those of my profession—practice that everywhere, and usually with better effect, since we are more selective of our subjects and confine ourselves to the most retentive tissues. The knowledge I seek cannot be learned in that way, since none of the recently dead possessed it, and perhaps no one has ever possessed it.\"\n\nHe was leaning against the wall now, and seemed to be speaking as much to some invisible presence as to me. \"The past's sterile science led to nothing but the exhaustion of the planet and the destruction of its races. It was founded in the mere desire to exploit the gross energies and material substances of the universe, without regard to their attractions, antipathies, and eventual destinies. Look!\" He thrust his hand into the beam of sunshine that was then issuing from my high, circular window. \"Here is light. You will say that it is not a living entity, but you miss the point that it is more, not less. Without occupying space, it fills the universe. It nourishes everything, yet itself feeds upon destruction. We claim to control it, but does it not perhaps cultivate us as a source of food? May it not be that all wood grows so that it can be set ablaze, and that men and women are born to kindle fires? Is it not possible that our claim to master light is as absurd as wheat's claiming to master us because we prepare the soil for it and attend its intercourse with Urth?\"\n\n\"All that is well said,\" I told him. \"But nothing to the point. Why do you serve Vodalus?\"\n\n\"Such knowledge is not gained without experiment.\" He smiled as he spoke, and touched the shoulder of the boy, and I had a vision of children in flames. I hope that I was wrong." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That had been two days before I pulled myself up to the window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The old leech did not come again; whether he had fallen from favor, or been dispatched to another place, or had merely decided no further attentions were necessary, I had no way of knowing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Agia came once, and standing between two of Vodalus's armed women spat in my face as she described the torments she and Hethor had contrived for me when I was strong enough to endure them. When she finished, I told her quite truthfully that I had spent most of my life assisting at operations more terrible, and advised her to obtain trained assistance, at which she went away. Thereafter for the better part of several days I was left alone. Each time I woke, I felt myself almost a different person, for in that solitude the isolation of my thoughts in the dark intervals of sleep was nearly sufficient to deprive me of my sense of personality. Yet all these Severians and Theclas sought freedom.\n\nThe retreat into memory was easy; we made it often, reliving those idyllic days when Dorcas and I had journeyed toward Thrax, the games played in the hedge-walled maze behind my father's villa and in the Old Yard, the long walk down the Adamnian Steps that Agia and I had taken before I knew her for my enemy.\n\nBut often too, I left memory and forced myself to think, sometimes limping up and down, sometimes only waiting for insects to enter the window so that I might for my amusement pluck them from the air. I planned escape, though until my circumstances altered there seemed no possibility of it; I pondered passages from the brown book and sought to match them to my own experiences in order to produce, insofar as possible, some general theory of human action that would be of benefit to me should I ever free myself. For if the leech, who was an elderly man, could still pursue knowledge despite the certainty of imminent death, could not I whose death appeared more imminent still, take some comfort in the surety that it was less certain?\n\nThus I sifted the actions of the magicians, and of the man who had accosted me outside the jacal of the sick girl, and of many other men and women I had known, seeking for a key that would unlock all hearts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I found none that could be expressed in few words: \"Men and women do as they do because of thus and so…\" None of the ragged bits of metal fit—the desire for power, the lust of love, the need for reassurance, or the taste for seasoning life with romance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But I did find one principle, which I came to call that of Primitivity, that I believe is widely applicable, and which, if it does not initiate action, at least seems to influence the forms that action takes. I might state it this way: Because the prehistoric cultures endured for so many chiliads, they have shaped our heritage in such a way as to cause us to behave as if their conditions obtained today. For example, the technology that once might have permitted Baldanders to observe all the actions of the hetman of the lakeside village has been dust now for thousands of years; but during the eons of its existence, it laid upon him a spell, as it were, by which it remained effective though no longer extant.\n\nIn the same way, we all have in us the ghosts of long-vanished things, of fallen cities and marvelous machines. The story I once read to Jonas when we were imprisoned (with how much less anxiety and how much more companionship) showed that clearly, and I read it over again in the ziggurat. The author, having need for some sea-born fiend like Erebus or Abaia, in a mythical setting, gave it a head like a ship—which was the whole of its visible body, the remainder being underwater—so that it was removed from protoplasmic reality and became the machine that the rhythms of his mind demanded.\n\nWhile I amused myself with these speculations, I became increasingly aware of the impermanent nature of Vodalus's occupation of the ancient building. Though the leech came no more, as I have said, and Agia never visited me again, I frequently heard the sound of running feet in the corridor outside my door and occasionally a few shouted words.\n\nWhenever such sounds came, I put my unbandaged ear to the planks; and in fact I often anticipated them, sitting that way for long periods in the hope of overhearing some snatch of conversation that would tell me something of Vodalus's plans. I could not help but think then, as I listened in vain, of the hundreds in our oubliette who must have listened to me when I carried their food to Drotte, and how they must have strained to overhear the fragments of conversation that drifted from Thecla's cell into the corridor, and thus into their own cells, when I visited her." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "This is from a serialized story. Produce eight sentences using the prose and structure of Gene Wolfe every time it's your turn, using what the user wrote as a seed. Stick to the scifi, science fiction fantasy, dying Earth, post-apocalyptic genre. Characters and plot points may reference earlier chapters." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not much remains to be told. I knew I would have to leave the city in a few days, so all I hoped to do here would have to be done quickly. I had no friends in the guild I could be sure of beyond Master Palaemon, and he would be of little use in what I planned. I summoned Roche, knowing that he could not deceive me to my face for long. (I expected to see a man older than myself, but the redhaired journeyman who came at my command was hardly more than a boy; when he had gone, I studied my own face in a mirror, something I had not done before.)\n\nHe told me that he and several others who had been friends of mine more or less close had argued against my execution when the will of most of the guild was to kill me, and I believed him. He also admitted quite freely that he had proposed that I be maimed and expelled, though he said he had only done so because he had felt it to be the only way to save my life. I think he expected to be punished in some way—his cheeks and forehead, normally so ruddy, were white enough to make his freckles stand out like splatters of paint." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His voice was steady, however, and he said nothing that seemed intended to excuse himself by throwing blame on someone else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fact was, of course, that I did intend to punish him, together with the rest of the guild. Not because I bore him or them any ill will, but because I felt that being locked below the tower for a time would arouse in them a sensitivity to that principle of justice of which Master Palaemon had spoken, and because it would be the best way to assure that the order forbidding torture I intended to issue would be carried out. Those who spend a few months in dread of that art are not likely to resent its being discontinued. However, I said nothing about that to Roche but only asked him to bring me a journyman's habit that evening, and to be ready with Drotte and Eata to aid me the next morning.\n\nHe returned with the clothing just after vespers. It was an indescribable pleasure to take off the stiff costume I had been wearing and put on fuligin again. By night, its dark embrace is the nearest approach to invisibility I know, and after I had slipped out of my chambers by one of the secret exits, I moved between tower and tower like a shadow until I reached the fallen section of the curtain wall.\n\nDay had been warm; but the night was cool, and the necropolis filled with mist, just as it had been when I had come from behind the monument to save Vodalus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mausoleum where I had played as a boy stood as I had left it, its jammed door three-quarters shut. I had brought a candle, and I lit it when I was inside. The funeral brasses I had once kept polished were green again; drifted leaves lay uncrushed everywhere. A tree had flung a slender limb through the little, barred window.\n\nWhere I put you, there you lie, Never let a stranger spy, Like grass grow to any eye, Not of me.\n\nHere be safe, never leave it, Should a hand come, deceive it, Let strange eyes not believe it, Till I see.\n\nThe stone was smaller and lighter than I remembered. The coin beneath it had grown dull with damp; but it was still there, and in a moment I held it again and recalled the boy I had been, walking shaken back to the torn wall through the fog." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now I must ask you, you that have pardoned so many deviations and digressions from me, to excuse one more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is the last. A few days ago (which is to say, a long time after the real termination of the events I have set myself to narrate) I was told that a vagabond had come here to the House Absolute saying that he owed me money, and that he refused to pay it to anyone else. I suspected that I was about to see some old acquaintance, and told the chamberlain to bring him to me.\n\nIt was Dr. Talos. He appeared to be in funds, and he had dressed himself for the occasion in a capot of red velvet and a Chechia of the same material. His face was still that of a stuffed fox; but it seemed to me at times that some hint of life crept into it, that something or someone now peered through the glass eyes.\n\n\"You have bettered yourself,\" he said, making such a low bow that the tassel of his cap swept the carpet. \"You may recall that I invariably affirmed you would. Honesty, integrity, and intelligence cannot be kept down.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We both know that nothing is easier to keep down,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"By my old guild, they were kept down every day. But it is good to see you again, even if you come as the emissary of your master.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment the doctor looked blank. \"Oh, Baldanders, you mean. No, he has dismissed me, I'm afraid. After the fight. After he dived into the lake.\"\n\n\"You believe he survived, then.\"\n\n\"Oh, I'm quite sure he survived. You didn't know him as I did, Severian. Breathing water would be nothing to him. Nothing! He had a marvelous mind. He was a supreme genius of a unique sort: everything turned inward. He combined the objectivity of the scholar with the self-absorption of the mystic.\" I said, \"By which you mean he carried out experiments on himself.\"\n\n\"Oh, no, not at all. He reversed that! Others experiment upon themselves in order to derive some rule they can apply to the world. Baldanders experimented on the world and spent the proceeds, if I can put it so bluntly, upon his person. They say—\" here he looked about nervously to make sure no one but myself was in earshot \"—they say I'm a monster, and so I am. But Baldanders was more monster than I. In some sense he was my father, but he had built himself. It's the law of nature, and of what is higher than nature, that each creature must have a creator. But Baldanders was his own creation; he stood behind himself, and cut himself off from the line linking the rest of us with the Increate. However, I stray from my subject.\" The doctor had a wallet of scarlet leather at his belt; he loosened the strings and began to rummage in it. I heard the chink of metal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you carry money now?\" I asked. \"You used to give everything to him.\"\n\nHis voice sank until I could hardly hear it. \"Wouldn't you, in my present position, do the same thing? Now I leave coins, little stacks of aes and orichalks, near water.\" He spoke more loudly: \"It does no harm, and reminds me of the great days. But I am honest, you see!\n\nHe always demanded that of me. And he was honest too, after his fashion. Anyway, do you recall the morning before we came out the gate? I was handing round the receipts from the night before, and we were interrupted. There was a coin left, and it was to go to you. I saved it and meant to give it to you later, but I forgot, and then when you came to the castle…\" He gave me a sidelong glance. \"But fair trade ends paid, as they say, and I have it here.\" The coin was precisely like the one I had taken from under the stone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You see now why I couldn't give it to your man—I'm sure he thought me mad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I flipped the coin and caught it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It felt as though it had been lightly greased. \"To tell the truth, Doctor, we don't.\"\n\n\"Because it's false, of course. I told you so that morning. How could I have told him I had come to pay the Autarch, and then given him a bad coin? They're terrified of you, and they'd have disemboweled me looking for a good one! Is it true you've an explosive that takes days to go up, so you can blow people apart slowly?\" I was looking at the two coins. They had the same brassy shine and appeared to have been struck in the same die.\n\nBut that little interview, as I have said, took place a long time after the proper close of my narrative. I returned to my chambers in the Flag Tower by the way I had come, and when I reached them again, took off the dripping cloak and hung it up. Master Gurloes used to say that not wearing a shirt was the hardest thing about belonging to the guild." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though he meant it ironically, it was in some sense true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I, who had gone through the mountains with a naked chest, had been softened sufficiently by a few days in the stifling autarchial vestments to shiver at a foggy autumn night.\n\nThere were fireplaces in all the rooms, and each was piled with wood so old and dry that I suspected it would fall to dust should I strike it against an andiron. I had never lit any of these fires; but I decided to do so now, and warm myself, and spread the clothes Roche had brought over the back of a chair to dry. When I looked for my firebox, however, I discovered that in my excitement I had left it in the mausoleum with the candle. Thinking vaguely that the autarch who had inhabited these rooms before me (a ruler far beyond the reach of my memory) must surely have kept some means of kindling his numerous fires close to hand, I began searching the drawers of the cabinets.\n\nThese were largely filled with the papers that had so fascinated me before; but instead of stopping to read them, as I had when I had made my original survey of the rooms, I lifted them from each drawer to see if there was not a steel, igniter, or syringe of amadou beneath them.\n\nI found none; but instead, in the largest drawer of the largest cabinet, concealed under a filigree pen case, I discovered a small pistol.\n\nI had seen such weapons before—the first time having been when Vodalus had given me the false coin I had just reclaimed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yet I had never held one in my own hands, and I found now that it was a very different thing from seeing them in the hands of others." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'blade' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once when Dorcas and I were riding north toward Thrax we had fallen in with a caravan of tinkers and peddlers. We still had most of the money Dr. Talos had shared out when we met him in the forest north of the House Absolute; but we were uncertain how far it might carry us and how far we had to go, and so I was plying my trade with the rest, inquiring at each little town if there were not some malefactor to be mutilated or beheaded. The vagrants considered us two of themselves, and though some accorded us more or less exalted rank because I labored only for the authorities, others affected to despise us as the instruments of tyranny.\n\nOne evening, a grinder who had been friendlier than most and had done us several trifling favors offered to sharpen Terminus Est for me. I told him I kept her quite sharp enough for the work and invited him to test her edge with a finger. After he had cut himself slightly (as I had known he would) he grew quite taken with her, admiring not only her blade but her soft sheath, her carven guard, and so on. When I had answered innumerable questions regarding her making, history, and mode of use, he asked if I would permit him to hold her. I cautioned him about the weight of the blade and the danger of striking its fine edge against something that might injure it, then handed her over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He smiled and gripped the hilt as I had instructed him; but as he began to lift that long and shining instrument of death, his face went pale and his arms began to tremble so that I snatched her away from him before he dropped her." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'straight' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Afterward all he would say was I've sharpened soldiers' swords often, over and over.\n\nNow I learned how he had felt. I laid the pistol on the table so quickly I nearly lost hold of it, then walked around and around it as though it had been a snake coiled to strike.\n\nIt was shorter than my hand, and so prettily made that it might have been a piece of jewelry; yet every line of it told of an origin beyond the nearer stars. Its silver had not yellowed with time, but might have come fresh from the buffing wheel. It was covered with decorations that were, perhaps, writing—I could not really tell which, and to eyes like mine, accustomed to patterns of straight lines and curves, they sometimes appeared to be no more than complex or shimmering reflections, save that they were reflections of something not present. The grips were encrusted with black stones whose name I did not know, gems like tourmalines but brighter. After a time I noticed that one, the smallest of all, seemed to vanish unless I looked at it straight on, when it sparkled with fourrayed brilliancy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Examining it more closely, I found it was not a gem at all, but a minute lens through which some inner fire shone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pistol retained its charge then, after so many centuries. Illogical though it might be, the knowledge reassured me. A weapon may be dangerous to its user in two ways: by wounding him by accident, or by failing him. The first remained; but when I saw the brightness of that point of light, I knew the second could be dismissed.\n\nThere was a sliding stud under the barrel that seemed likely to control the intensity of the discharge. My first thought was that whoever had last handled it would probably have set it to maximum intensity, and that by reversing the setting I would be able to experiment with some safety. But it was not so—the stud was positioned at the center of its range. At last I decided, by analogy with a bowstring, that the pistol was likely to be least dangerous when the stud was as far forward as possible." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in collaborative writing in the fantasy, romance, high fantasy, magic, dystopia genre. I'll provide a starting point, and you'll continue with 12 sentences, maintaining any established context." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Keris Veturia is in Marinn and she is just yards from me. How? I want to scream. Only days ago, Musa's wights reported that she was in Serra.\n\nBut what does that matter when Keris can call on the Nightbringer? He must have ridden the winds and brought her to Adisa.\n\nMy pulse pounds in my ears, but I force myself to breathe. The Commandant's presence complicates matters. But I must still get Nikla out of the throne room and to her apartments. The Scholars and Martials in Delphinium have few weapons, little food, and no allies. If Nikla does not hear what the Blood Shrike has to say, any hope of aid is lost.\n\nSilently, I weave across the floor until Nikla and Keris come into view. The Mariner princess is poker-straight upon her father's massive driftwood throne, her face in shadow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her burgundy dress is cinched tight about her waist and pools on the floor like blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two guards keep watch behind the throne, with four more on either side.\n\nThe Commandant stands before Nikla in her ceremonial armor. She carries no weapons, wears no crown. But she does not need them. Keris's power has always lain in her cunning and her violence.\n\nHer skin gleams silver at her nape, for she wears the living metal shirt she stole from the Blood Shrike. I marvel at her size—she is a half foot shorter than me. Even after all the misery she's caused, one could see her from afar and think that she's a young, harmless girl.\n\nAs I inch closer, the shadows on Nikla's face shift and seethe. Ghuls, feasting on the crown princess's pain, swirling around her in an unholy halo that she cannot see.\n\n\"—cannot make a decision,\" Keris says. \"Perhaps I should speak with your father.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will not trouble my father while he is ill,\" Nikla says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then give in, Princess.\" The Commandant holds open her hands, as if someone else is speaking such abhorrent words. \"The attacks on your people will stop. The jinn will retreat. The Scholars are a drain on your resources. You know this.\"\n\n\"Which is why I have encouraged their departure from Adisa,\" Nikla says. \"However, what you ask is—\" The princess shakes her head.\n\n\"I am offering to take a troubled populace off your hands.\"\n\n\"To enslave them.\"\n\nKeris smiles. \"To offer them a new purpose in life.\"\n\nRage makes my hands shake. My mother, Mirra of Serra, could scale walls with hardly a thought. Would that I had that same mysterious skill. I would use it now to leap upon Keris when she least expected it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My dagger is in my hand—not the one I was to lay on Nikla's throne, but an older weapon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elias gave it to me long ago. It is wicked sharp and coated with poison from cross-guard to tip. I run my gloved finger along the blade and inch closer to the throne.\n\n\"What of the thousands of Scholars you killed?\" Nikla wags her head, unknowingly shaking off the ghuls, who chitter in vexation. \"Did they have no purpose? You perpetrated a genocide, Empress. How do I know you will not do so again?\"\n\n\"The number of Scholar dead was greatly exaggerated,\" Keris says. \"Those I did execute were criminals. Rebels and political dissidents. You've disavowed your own husband for speaking against the monarchy. My methods were simply more permanent.\"\n\nA steward steps out from behind the throne, face solemn as she bends to whisper in Nikla's ear.\n\n\"Forgive me, Empress,\" the crown princess says after listening. \"I am late for my next engagement. We will speak in the morning. My guards can show you to your quarters.\"\n\n\"If you wouldn't mind,\" the Commandant says, \"I'd like a moment to appreciate your throne room. Its beauty is renowned—even in the Empire.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nikla goes very still, her fists tightening on the throne's intricately carved armrests." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Certainly,\" she finally says. \"The guards will wait in the hall.\"\n\nThe princess sweeps out, her soldiers trailing. I know I should follow her. Find some other way to carry out a threat so that she is taken to her quarters.\n\nBut I find myself staring at the Commandant. She is a killer. But no—nothing so simple as that. She is a monster in killer's clothing. A scrap of the hells masquerading as human.\n\nShe stares at the stained-glass dome above, where bright-sailed ships ply Marinn's turquoise seas. I take a slow step toward her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How much suffering would have been avoided if I'd had the courage to kill her months ago, outside Serra, when she lay unconscious at my feet?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now I could end her with one strike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She cannot see me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I fix my gaze on her neck, on the vivid blue tattoo crawling up her nape.\n\nHer chest rises and falls gently, a reminder that no matter what she has done, she is human. And she can die just like the rest of us.\n\n\"It's the throat or nothing, Laia of Serra.\" The Commandant's voice is soft. \"Unless you cut through my fatigues to the artery in my leg. But I'm faster than you, so you'll likely fail.\"\n\nI lunge, but she's turned toward the faint whoosh of my cloak as I fly at her. The impact of our bodies jolts my invisibility loose. Before I draw another breath, the Commandant has me flat on the floor, knees clamped around my thighs, one hand pinning my arms while the other holds Elias's blade to my throat. I did not even feel her take it from me.\n\nI cringe but the high neck of my shirt protects me from the poison on the blade. The silver skin of her chest flashes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tilts her head, reptilian gaze boring into me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How will you die?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she asks. \"In battle, like your mother? Or in terror, like mine?\" Her hand is grasped tight around the hilt of the dagger. <Talk. Keep her talking.>\n\n\"Don't you—\" I gasp as she presses the weapon against my windpipe. \"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that—you—hag—\"\n\n\"I don't know why you bothered, girl,\" she says. \"I always kn-know—\"\n\nThe knife slackens against my throat. Keris's eyes dilate and she coughs. I squirm out from under her, rolling away. She leaps for me, and when she misses, stumbling instead, I allow myself a smile. She's losing the feeling in her hands. In her legs. I know, because I tested the poison on myself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Too late, Keris notices my gloves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Too late, she drops Elias's blade, staring at the hilt, realizing how I got the poison onto her. If she'd ingested it, it would have killed her. But against her skin, it is more of an inconvenience. One just bad enough to give me the edge. The Commandant scrambles back as I yank a dirk from my boot.\n\nBut Keris Veturia has been at war nearly her whole life. Her instinct takes control and as I slash at her throat, she doubles me over with a quick hit below my sternum. My weapon falls, and I reach for my last knife. With a blow to my wrist, Keris sends it clattering across the floor.\n\nVoices sound outside. The guards.\n\nI lurch into her while she's distracted and she throws me off with such force that I smack into the throne, head muzzy as I ooze to the floor. She opens her mouth to shout for the guards—likely the only time she's called for help in her life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the poison has stolen her voice and after struggling to stand, she finally collapses, limbs gracelessly akimbo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Now or never, Laia.> Where the skies are my blades?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'throne' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'd choke the life out of her, but she might wake up in the middle of it. She'll be out for a minute, at most. I need a weapon.\n\nThe hilt of Elias's dagger pokes out from beneath the throne. Just as I get my hands on it, still gasping for breath, I am flung back like a rag doll.\n\nMy body slams into a quartz pillar. The throne room blurs, and then sharpens as a figure who is not the Commandant, but who certainly was not here a moment ago, makes its way toward me.\n\nPale skin. A dark cloak. Warm brown eyes. Freckles dancing across a wrenchingly handsome face. And a shock of red hair that's nothing compared to the fire within him.\n\nI know what he is. I know. But when I see him, I do not think <Nightbringer! Jinn!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Enemy!>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I think <Keenan. Friend. Lover.>\n\nTraitor.\n\n<Run, Laia!> My body refuses to cooperate. Blood pours from a gash on the side of my head, salty and hot. My muscles scream, legs aching like they used to after a whipping. The pain is a rope wrapped around me, pulling tighter and tighter.\n\n\"Y-you,\" I manage. Why would he take this form? Why, when he has avoided it until now?\n\n<Because he wants you panicked and off your guard, idiot!>\n\nHis smell, lemon and woodsmoke, fills my senses, so familiar though I've tried to forget.\n\n\"Laia of Serra. It is good to see you, my love.\" Keenan's voice is low and warm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he is not Keenan, I remind myself." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'armlet' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He is the Nightbringer. After I fell in love with him, after I gave him my mother's armlet as a token of that love, he revealed his true form. The armlet was a long-lost piece of the Star—a talisman he needed to free his imprisoned brethren. Once I gave it to him, he had no more use for me.\n\nHe puts a hand on my arm to help me stand but I throw him off and drag myself to my feet.\n\nIt has been more than a year since I've seen the Nightbringer in his human form. I did not realize what a gift that was until now. Such concern in those dark eyes. Such caring. All to mask a vile creature that wants nothing more than to obliterate me.\n\nThe Commandant will be conscious soon. And while the Nightbringer cannot kill me—he cannot kill any who touched the Star—Keris Veturia can.\n\n\"Damn you.\" I look past the Nightbringer to Keris." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If I could just get to her—" }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'keris' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I cannot let you harm her, Laia.\" The Nightbringer sounds almost sorry. \"She serves a purpose.\"\n\n\"Curse your purpose to the hells!\"\n\nThe Nightbringer glances at the doors.\n\n\"No point in shouting. The guards have found pressing duties elsewhere.\" He crouches beside Keris, feeling her pulse with a gentleness that bewilders me.\n\n\"You wish to murder her, Laia of Serra.\" He stands and approaches. \"For Keris is the font of all your woes. She destroyed your family and turned your mother into a murderess and kinslayer. She annihilated your people and torments them still. You would do anything to stop her, yes? So what makes you so different from me?\"\n\n\"I am nothing like you—\"\n\n\"My family was killed too. My wife slaughtered on a battlefield. My children murdered with salt and steel and summer rain. My kin butchered and imprisoned.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"By people a thousand years gone!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I shout. But why speak with him? He's buying time until the Commandant wakes up. He believes I am too foolish to notice.\n\nFury floods my veins, numbing my pain, making me forget the Commandant. It colors everything red, and a darkness roars inside me. The same feral thing that rose within me months ago, when I gave him my armlet. The beast that lashed out in the Forest of Dusk, when I thought he was going to kill Elias.\n\nThe Nightbringer glares, mouth curling into an inhuman grimace. \"What are you?\" he says, and it is an echo of a question he asked before.\n\n\"You will not win.\" My voice is an unrecognizable snarl that rises from some ancient, visceral part of my soul. \"You have harmed too many with your vengeance.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm inches from him now, staring into those familiar eyes, hate pouring from my own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I do not care what it takes, nor how long. I will defeat you, Nightbringer.\"\n\nSilence stretches between us. The moment is impossibly long, hushed as death.\n\nThen I hear an ear-blistering, eldritch scream. It goes on and on. The stained glass above cracks, the throne splinters. I clap my hands over my ears. Where is it coming from?\n\nMe, I realize. I am screaming. Only it is not me, is it? It is something inside me. The moment I comprehend that fact, it feels as if my chest has split open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dark light pouring from my body roars, as if freed after a long imprisonment." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to stop it, to keep it leashed within.\n\nBut it is too powerful. I hear a rush of footsteps, see a flash of kohl-lined eyes. Coins tinkle—a sound I remember now. The headdresses of the Jaduna.\n\nI have to run—I have to escape them.\n\nInstead I collapse to my knees, and all the world goes white." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I've got writer's block. I'll send something, then continue one sentence at a time, matching character context, in fantasy, romance, high fantasy, magic, dystopia genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Soul Catcher guides us away from the edge of the forest to a muddy game trail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I glance at him, searching for vestiges of my friend Elias Veturius." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But other than the hard lines of his body and the sharp planes of his face, there isn't a shred of the boy I knew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We stop in a small clearing, and he watches as Laia carefully removes the arrow and bandages my wound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the crack of a branch behind me, I draw my scim." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just a squirrel,\" the Soul Catcher says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The soldiers won't enter here. The ghosts would drive them mad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My neck prickles. I know there are ghosts here, but they are quiet, far different from the screeching demons that possessed my men at the gates of Antium." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why won't they drive us mad?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It is the first Tas has spoken." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Soul Catcher looks down at the boy, and his voice is gentler." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know,\" he says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His brow is furrowed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's the look he'd get at Blackcliff when the Commandant would send us after a deserter, and he couldn't settle on how he felt about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Forget about Blackcliff, Shrike.> I have more important things to think about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like getting the hells back to my nephew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Figuring out what my next steps are beyond crossing this wood for three weeks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time I reach Delphinium, I will have been gone for two months." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Skies know what I will find on my return." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I mutter as much to Laia, she shakes her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not if he helps us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She glances at the Soul Catcher." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hears. He might be some otherworldly servant of ghosts now, but he's still tied to Laia, still a part of her song, whether he admits it or not." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll be through by dawn,\" he says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But stay close. The ghosts are not the only fey who walk the Waiting Place. There are older creatures that would seek to harm you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The jinn,\" Laia says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Those the Nightbringer freed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Soul Catcher gives her a brief, unreadable look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes. One human might slip through the forest undetected by them. But a half dozen? They will know you are here soon enough.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can't you just—\" Musa puts his hands around his throat and mimes choking—referring no doubt to how the Soul Catcher can steal away breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd rather not.\" The Soul Catcher's voice is so cold that Musa, who lives and breathes impudence, is silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will windwalk you across,\" the Soul Catcher goes on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But there are many of you, and it will take time. We will be pursued.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But the jinn were just rampaging across the Mariner countryside,\" Darin says. \"How—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not all of them,\" Musa says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Nightbringer takes only a few on his raids. But thousands were imprisoned. And they used to live here. Do they still?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musa glances around warily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you let them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This was their home before it was mine.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Soul Catcher tilts his head, and it's another gesture I recognize." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His instincts shout a warning at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We've tarried too long. Child—\" He reaches out a hand to Tas, whose face falls at the Soul Catcher's aloofness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I understand his grief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Elias turned his back on me in Antium, I didn't realize what he had become." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not really. Even now, he looks the same as ever. He feels solid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Real." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he's put duty above all things." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He's put on the mask and set aside his humanity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just like we were trained to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tas takes the Soul Catcher's hand and we form a chain, Tas holding on to Harper, then me, Musa, Darin, and Laia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Walk as you normally would,\" the Soul Catcher says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Close your eyes if you wish. But no matter what you see, do not let go of each other. Do not reach for a weapon. Do not try to fight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looks at me when he says this and I nod grudgingly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I know an order when I hear one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seconds later, we are flying, the trees blurring by faster than I thought possible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It feels as if I am on a boat tearing across a wild sea with the wind at my back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naked branches whip past, a massive oak, a clearing of frosted grass, a lake, a family of foxes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smell of the ocean fades, and we are in the deep woods, the canopy so thick I cannot make out the evening sky." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beneath my feet, the underbrush is soft and springy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't understand how the Soul Catcher can move us through such dense forest without knocking us all unconscious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But, as when he was a soldier fighting at my back, he does it with complete confidence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After an hour passes, I let myself relax." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then Laia screams. Her hair has come loose from her braid, streaming out behind her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beyond it, a half dozen shadows stir, each with eyes that blaze like tiny suns." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My stomach plunges, and I want my scim so badly that I nearly countermand the Soul Catcher's order and pull away from Harper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Because for a second, I think one of the shadows is him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Nightbringer. The monster who demanded my mask from me, who engineered the hell rained down upon my people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But these shapes are different." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Nightbringer is a typhoon of wrath and subtlety." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These creatures are a shadow of that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, their anger is palpable, like the air before a lightning storm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Soul Catcher!\" I shout." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I see them.\" He sounds almost bored, but when he looks back over his shoulder, he has the flat concentration of a Mask surrounded by the enemy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He cuts north—then west again, then north, then west until my head spins and I don't know what direction we're going." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sun dips below the horizon, and for a time, it seems as though we've outrun the jinn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The River Dusk is nothing more than a flash of blue and a rush of sound before it is past." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But not long after we cross, they catch us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This time, we can't shake them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The jinn shriek madly and surround us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Ahhh, Blood Shrike.> The voice is sibilant and feels as if it's worming through my mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Without your sacrifice we would never have been free." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Accept a token of our gratitude, a glimpse into your future.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No!\" I shout. \"I don't want—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "<We see you, baby bird, not a Shrike but a small and weak thing, fallen far from safety." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Parents dead, sister gone, and the other sister soon to join her—>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop!\" I curse them, but they do not stop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The minutes are hours, and the hours are days as the jinn dig around in my thoughts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I cannot keep them out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<You do not love the child,> they say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<He is your blood, but you'll see him dead and yourself upon the throne." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have always wanted it, wicked, wicked Shrike.> They pack my mind with images of violence: my nephew, sweet Zacharias, lying limp, his small face drained of life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The horror of it is worse for his innocence, for the burden of rulership that he never knew he carried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I cry and beg that he be brought back, Keris laughs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The scars on my face ache, a soul-deep pain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cook speaks in my ear, poor dead Mirra, but I cannot hear what she says because now there is a great roaring, a maelstrom coming closer, and it will devour us all—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then I hear the Soul Catcher, though he is not next to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do not listen to them,\" he says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They want to break the chain. They want to fall upon each of you, tear you away and consume your minds. Do not let them. Fight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can't,\" I whisper. \"I—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can. It is who you are. It is what you do best.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It is what I do best." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Because I am strong, and I dig for that strength now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I watched my family bleed out at my feet and I fought for my people and faced a horde of Karkauns alone on a hill of dead bodies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I am a fighter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am the Blood Shrike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<You are a child.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am the Blood Shrike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<You are weak.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am the Blood Shrike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<You are nothing.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am the Blood Shrike!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I scream, and the words echo back to me, not in my own voice but in my father's and my mother's, in Hannah's and in the voices of all those lost at Antium." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Broken, unmade thing, you will lose more before the end, for you are a torch against the night, little Shrike, and above all a torch burns.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quite suddenly, we stumble to a stop in a clearing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A dimly lit cabin rises out of the darkness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stumble toward it, along with Darin and Harper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laia has an arm wrapped around Tas, her teeth bared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Soul Catcher stands between us and the heavily cloaked jinn, who pace beyond the clearing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He has no weapon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He needs none, for in this moment, he calls to mind his mother's quiet violence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You will not touch these humans,\" he says. \"Leave.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the jinn detaches from the others." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They are your weakness, Soul Catcher.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She drips with malice, shakes with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You will fall and the Waiting Place will fall with you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not today, Umber,\" the Soul Catcher says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They are under my protection. And you have no power here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The softer the Commandant spoke, the more dangerous she was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Soul Catcher's voice is very low indeed, and power pulses through him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air in the clearing thickens." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fire in the jinns' eyes pales, as if suddenly quenched." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The jinn retreat, fading into the trees, and when they are gone, my legs go weak, my wound aching." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Harper is beside me instantly, shaky himself but trying to hold me up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musa stands apart, eyes glazed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Darin is pale as he wraps an arm around Laia's trembling shoulders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tas is unaffected, and glances between us. \"What—what happened?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you okay, Tas?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laia pulls him close." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It wasn't real what they said. You know that—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They didn't speak to the child.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Soul Catcher casts an appraising look at us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The border is close,\" he says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But they will be waiting, and they are strongest at night. You are depleted. As am I. Come. They cannot hurt us in the cabin.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cabin is large and smells of wood shavings, but it's tight as a drum and solid as Blackcliff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A stove squats in one corner, with copper pans hanging from hooks on the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beside it is a shelf with baskets of carrots and gourds and potatoes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Strings of garlic and onion hang from above, along with bunches of herbs I couldn't begin to name." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There is also a table, fresh-built with a long bench on either side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A fireplace sits in the center of the room against the back wall, with a soft Tribal rug and cushions strewn about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Soul Catcher's bed is spare, but Tribal lanterns hang above it, making it seem almost cozy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a moment I realize what the cabin reminds me of: Mamie Rila's wagon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Soul Catcher prepares a meal and though I know I should help, I do nothing, still numb from the jinns' predations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only Tas has the energy, setting out plates and cups until the Soul Catcher bids him sit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I always preferred Elias's cooking on long journeys." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Distantly, I understand that the meal he serves us is hearty and well seasoned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I do not taste it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the silence at the table, no one else does either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After, we take turns in the washroom, and though the water is ice-cold, I scrub off a week's worth of sea brine gratefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time I emerge, Musa, Darin, and Tas are fast asleep on the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Harper has lain down on his roll too, his eyes shut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But if he's asleep, then I am a walrus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wonder what the jinn said to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I do not ask." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead I sit beside Laia, who is cross-legged before the fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She runs a comb through her long hair, pointedly ignoring Elias as he cleans." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His sleeves are rolled up, big hands carefully scrubbing out the stew pot with sand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hair is longer, curling at the ends, but other than that, he looks like he'll turn to me any moment with a smile on his face and a tale that will have me in stitches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The last time the three of us were in a room together, I was about to kill you,\" I say to Laia. \"Sorry about that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll forgive you—one day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laia smiles, but her eyes are sad." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you want to talk about it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shake my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a moment, I realize she might have asked because she, too, is haunted by what the jinn said to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do—do you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wraps her arms around her legs and makes herself small." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was alone,\" she whispers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everyone was gone. The Nightbringer had taken Darin. You. Tas. Afya Ara-Nur. Even E—the Soul Catcher. And there was this—this storm. But it was alive and—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hungry,\" I say. \"A maw, wanting to devour the world. I felt that too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Soul Catcher turns toward us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We lock eyes for a moment, until he shifts that cold gray gaze to Laia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You spoke of a hunger, Blood Shrike,\" the Soul Catcher says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What did it feel like? Look like?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I consider. \"It was a storm. Massive. And it felt—skies, I don't know—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why are you asking, Soul Catcher? Do you know of it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laia says, and at his silence, she leans forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've seen it too. Where?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the Soul Catcher shakes his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"In dreams,\" he murmurs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You must know something,\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Or why ask us the question?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He joins us before the fire, putting a good distance between himself and Laia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Augur spoke of it,\" he finally says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Augur?\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Augurs haven't been seen since the jinn were released." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Cain? What did he say? Is he here in the Waiting Place? Has he been here all this time?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's dead,\" the Soul Catcher says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Augurs are all dead. The Nightbringer killed them when he set the jinn free—all but Cain. He died a few days ago. I... was there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dead?\" I cannot fathom it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Augurs are immortal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As much as I loathe them, their power is staggering." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But if they are dead, what does it mean for Zacharias?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Augurs named Marcus the Foretold—<the Greatest Emperor, scourge of our enemies, commander of a host most devastating.> They legitimized his dynasty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their support was vital." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why would the Nightbringer kill them?\" I ask." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because of what Cain—and the Augurs—did to the jinn.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At mine and Laia's twin looks of confusion, the Soul Catcher considers us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he tells of Cain's invasion and betrayal of Shaeva." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of the Nightbringer's desperation to protect his kind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That part of the story is so familiar that I clench my fists in sympathy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know what it is to fail my people." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the tale is over, my questions flee my mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All I can think of is what Cain said to me before Antium fell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<The Nightbringer is no monster, child, though he may do monstrous things." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He is cloven by sorrow and thus locked in a righteous battle to amend a grievous wrong.>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So the Augurs were Scholars.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laia sounds as numb as I feel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The first time I met Cain he told me—but I did not understand. He said he was guilty. That all of the Augurs were guilty.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He knew he was going to die,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The time to atone for our sins approaches, he said. I remember because I couldn't stop thinking about it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jinn speak prophecy at death.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Soul Catcher lifts his hands to the fire, and I find I'm surprised." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wouldn't think he'd feel the cold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When the Augurs stole jinn powers, the theft backfired,\" he says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Augurs were left in a state of living death. They could not sleep or rest or die. But they could see the future—far more clearly than the jinn ever could. In those visions, there was only one path to freedom.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Freedom for them,\" Laia says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What about the rest of us? He called you and me embers in the ashes, Soul Catcher. He said the Shrike was—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A torch against the night. If I dared to let myself burn.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Skies, I was naive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lies. For them, we were just a means to an end.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perhaps,\" the Soul Catcher says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In any case, the Augur had a message for you. For both of you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laia's dark brows shoot up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When were you planning on telling us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm telling you now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Soul Catcher's composure is grating and Laia's nostrils flare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Before he died, Cain, too, spoke prophecy,\" the Soul Catcher says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was never one. It was always three. The Blood Shrike is the first. Laia of Serra, the second. And the Soul Catcher is the last. The Mother watches over them all. If one fails, they all fail. If one dies, they all die. Go back to the beginning and there, find the truth. Strive even unto your own end, else all is lost.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He speaks like a scribe reading off a page, like he isn't delivering the last words of a creature that helped to cause untold destruction and death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That was all,\" he says after a pause." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He died just after.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The first—the last—?\" Laia shakes her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It makes no sense.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Augurs are not known for their perspicuity,\" the Soul Catcher says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Before...\" He shrugs. \"I could never make sense of them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Curse them,\" Laia spits." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The jinn are murdering innocent people. The Nightbringer has a fleet headed for Sadh under Keris's flag. The Tribal lands will fall unless they are stopped. We do not have time for Augur riddles. Though—\" She considers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He did get one thing right. I will strive to the end. I will not give up. Not until the Nightbringer is dead.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The troubles of the human world are not my concern,\" the Soul Catcher says, and the finality of his words is chilling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Augur asked that I relay the message. He was dying, and I didn't wish to deny his last request.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rises and makes for his bunk, carelessly stripping off his shirt as he goes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm silenced at the sight of him, at that stretch of golden skin, the planes of hard muscle, the ridges and runnels of scars across his wide shoulders, a mirror of my own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he was still Elias, I'd have thrown a pillow at his head for being so obvious about showing off his attributes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now the sight just makes me sad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beside me, Laia plucks at the knots on her bedroll, then dashes her hand against her eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What can I say to her?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is torment to love someone hopelessly, with no chance of requital." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There is no salve for it, no cure, no comfort." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I undo the knots and lie down with my back to her, so she can mourn in peace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The fire dims and I try to sleep, but the jinns' words scream through my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<You'll see him dead and yourself upon the throne.> If Zacharias dies, it will be because I did not protect him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could not live with myself if I did not keep my baby nephew safe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without Marinn's backing, the task will be difficult." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Keris wants Zacharias and Livia dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grímarr lurks in Antium, tormenting my people and choking off my supplies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Delphinium Paters lose faith." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Our weaponry and soldiers are limited." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Our food is running out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And the Commandant—she has all of those things." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Along with a horde of jinn at her back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My gaze falls on Harper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Other than Laia, everyone is asleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one would see if I let myself look at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If I considered his beauty and his strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I make myself look away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<You are all that holds back the darkness.> I draw on my father's words, spoken just before he died." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Those are the words I will live by." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The words I will chant to myself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will find allies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I will protect my family." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will buy, borrow, or steal weaponry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I will recruit soldiers." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will see my nephew on the throne. Even unto my own end." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I've got writer's block. I'll send something, then continue one sentence at a time, matching character context, in fantasy, romance, high fantasy, magic, dystopia genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walk along a river of death, but I am not alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have missed you, my love.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A shadow walks beside me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pale hands pull down a hood, revealing fire-red hair and dark brown eyes that hid so much more than I ever imagined." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not my foe, but the first boy I ever loved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Keenan,\" I whisper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My skin burns, and I feel like I cannot breathe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the blink of an eye, I see seething, muddy water roiling around me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then Keenan speaks, and the image fades." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're in trouble, my love.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He brushes a calloused thumb against my chin, and there is no lie when he calls me his love. \"You're drowning.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do not feel like I'm drowning.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're strong.\" He takes my hand and we walk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something calls out to me deep in my mind, a scream locked in a chest, locked in a closet, locked in a room that is too far away from this place to notice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You always have been, because of the Star. But for other reasons too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The darkness,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The one that lives within.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" he says. \"Tell me of it. For I have darkness within me also, and I would know if we are two sides of the same coin.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two sides—\" I look up at him, dazed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It hurts to breathe, and when I look down, my clothes are soaked, and my arms and hands bleed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I taste salt and put a hand to my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My head bleeds too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A voice within calls out. <Laia.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I cannot tell you about it,\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am not supposed to.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course.\" He is so gentle. So kind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's not wake it if we shouldn't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have already woken it,\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I woke it when I defied you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I look down at my body again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am so tired." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Keenan, I—I cannot breathe.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're drowning, my love,\" he says with such sweetness. \"You're almost gone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A flash across my vision." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darkness. The rain-heavy sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Debris-choked water around me, dragging me along." }, { "from": "human", "value": "High canyon walls rise on either side, streaked red and white and orange and yellow, like one of Darin's paintings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darin, my brother, who loves me, not like—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Fight him, Laia.> A voice calls out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So far away. But insistent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I should not be here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I pull my hand from Keenan's, because if he does love me it is a twisted sort of love." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" he says. \"You should not.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though his voice is soft, something behind it makes me draw away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Deep in his brown eyes, I see the flash of a feral creature, riven by a hunger that never ends." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I feel surrounded by that hunger, suddenly, as if it's a pack of wolves, closing in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get away from me,\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will tell you nothing—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His body changes, the way it did when I gave him the armlet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Except he is no shadow creature now, but something explosive and wild, an unchecked fire, malevolence emanating from every flicker of his body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You will tell me what lives within you and where it came from—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll die first!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I open my eyes then to a nightmare world." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A turbid river of rock and branches and debris tosses me to and fro like a rag doll, and though I try to stay afloat, I am yanked under again and again, until water fills my nose and I cannot breathe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<No,> I think. <Not like this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not like this.> I scream as I break through the surface of the water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me inside, girl!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rehmat appears, reaching for me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can save you, but you have to let me in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I barely hear it before the water pulls me down once more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I claw and kick and thrash, pain exploding along my hands and legs as the flood's undertow drags at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I surface again, Rehmat is somewhere between furious and frenzied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop fighting the flood!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "it shouts. \"Keep your feet up!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I try to do as it asks, but the river is a starving giant clutching at my ankles, as hungry as the maelstrom I see in my nightmares." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me in, Laia!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As I break the surface, I imagine a door in my mind and fling it wide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almost immediately, I go under again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My whole body is on fire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I swallow a lungful of water and this must be death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, like that day weeks ago in Adisa, I am pushed to the back corner of my mind—this time with a shove instead of a nudge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My body shoots through the water, clothes ripping, my pack falling away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The wind bends beneath me, Rehmat manipulating it as easily as clay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wonder if this is real or if the flood has killed me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<It's real.> When Rehmat speaks, it is from inside my own mind now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The creature's magic saturates my limbs and we are one, riding the wind as easily as I tread the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It carries me to the top of the canyon, and I collapse on my side, staring down at the flash flood in wonder and horror." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Rise, Laia. The Nightbringer is near—>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A soft thud beside me, and then there is a hand at my throat, lifting me, squeezing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Nightbringer, cloaked and shadowed once more, fixes me with his hateful, sun-eyed stare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You—cannot kill me—Nightbringer—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I am so much more than the Nightbringer now, Laia.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His voice is that flood below, all-consuming and treacherous." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once again, I am shoved to one side of my own mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stare down the Nightbringer in all of his wrath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I feel no fear, because Rehmat feels no fear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You,\" the Nightbringer whispers, \"have been hiding for a very long time. What are you? Speak!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am your chains, Meherya. I am your end.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Rehmat does not sound triumphant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It sounds anguished. It sounds broken." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Nightbringer releases me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He takes a step back, a slow shock rolling over him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I expect Rehmat to use the moment to spirit us away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it does not." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nor does it attack the Nightbringer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead, we stare together at the king of the jinn, and an unexpected emotion unfurls within Rehmat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One that makes me recoil in disgust." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Longing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Nightbringer appears as paralyzed as I am." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know you,\" he says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know you, but—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rehmat lifts my—our—hand, but we do not touch him. Not yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am your end,\" Rehmat says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I was there at the beginning too, my love. When you were king alone, solitary and ever apart from our people. You went wandering near the sea one day, and you found a queen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to wrap my mind around what I am hearing, but it is too deep a betrayal for me to comprehend." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This... thing living inside of me was a jinn?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And not just any jinn, but their queen?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Rehmat,\" the Nightbringer says, the name a prayer and a curse at once." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You died. In the Duskan Sea battle—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<What the bleeding skies is happening?> I scream in my mind at Rehmat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It—or she—ignores me. But when she speaks again, it is in the manner that I've become accustomed to, as if she has finally remembered why she is here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I did not die,\" she says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I saw what was to come and I called on an old magic, blood magic. Lay down your scythe, Meherya. Stop this madness—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the Nightbringer flinches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was alone,\" he whispers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"For a thousand years, I thought I was—\" He shakes his head, and it is such a human gesture that I actually feel sorry for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For in this moment, we have both been betrayed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Damn you, Rehmat,> I shout at her in my head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Get out of my mind.>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Laia—>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Get out!> Her magic fades first, then her presence, and I am alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" I whisper to the Nightbringer, \"I—I didn't know—\" Why am I telling him this?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He will only use it against me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He might have loved me, but he hated himself as he did so, because his hatred for my people is the air he breathes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An aroma of cedar and lemon fills my senses, and I return to a cellar miles to the north, where a red-haired boy I loved made me feel less alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I have spent so long hating the Nightbringer that I never mourned who he used to be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Keenan, my first love, my friend, a boy who understood my loss so deeply because he had endured his own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We are doomed, you and I,\" the Nightbringer whispers, and when he touches my face with his hands, their fire cooled, I do not quail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To offer more love than we will ever be given.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He is not violence then, or vengeance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All his hate has drained away, replaced by despair, and I put my hands on his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I am glad Rehmat has fled, for this strange impulse is mine alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salt flows over his fingers as fire trickles down mine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Would that we all knew the cracked terrain of each other's broken hearts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Perhaps then, we would not be so cruel to those who walk this lonely world with us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Our moment is over too quickly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As if realizing what he is doing, he wrenches his hands from my skin, and I stumble back, toward the canyon's edge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He snatches me from peril, but that act of mercy seems to rekindle his fury." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A fey wind howls out of the somber sky, and he spins away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just like that, we are at war again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I watch him until he is gone and then look down at my hands." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They are unmarked by his fire, appearing whole, as if I'd touched a human and not a creature of flame.\n\nStill, they burn." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I've got writer's block. I'll send something, then continue one sentence at a time, matching character context, in fantasy, romance, high fantasy, magic, dystopia genre." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Tribes who escaped Aish left many of their wagons and fled into the labyrinthine desert canyons north of the city." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It requires not inconsiderable skill to track them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still, after a couple of days, I manage it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Which means their enemies could follow them too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I find Aubarit on the edge of the camp, sitting atop her wagon seat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She picks at a bowl of stew, listless despite the fact that it smells of cumin and garlic and coriander, and sets my stomach to growling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The walls on either side of the camp are high and the nearby stream rages, heavy from the rains." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You need to hide your trail,\" I tell her, and she glances up in surprise as I step out of the dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The only reason the Martials haven't found you is that they're too busy burying bodies.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Fakira does not smile, and her shoulders are stiff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I thought matters of the human world were not yours to worry over, Banu al-Mauth.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They aren't,\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But matters of the Waiting Place are. And right now, the two are one and the same.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Fakira calls over one of her Tribesmen and speaks to him in Sadhese." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He glances at me curiously before leaving." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Junaid will see to our tracks,\" she says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have not asked about Mamie Rila, Banu al-Mauth, or Tribe Nur or your own Tribe.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have no Tribe, Aubarit,\" I remind her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"However, I do have a problem. One that only the Tribes can help me with.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Admitting it is frustrating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it is the truth and cannot be avoided. \"Who escaped Aish?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tribe Nasur. Tribe Nur. Tribe Saif. Tribe Rahim. A few others. They are scattered through the canyons, wherever the water is. In the immediate vicinity, there are perhaps three thousand.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Call the Kehannis and the Zaldars.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I refer to the Tribal leaders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Call the Fakirs and Fakiras. Tell them the Banu al-Mauth has need of them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Many are still in mourning.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aubarit cannot hide her shock at my callousness, but I shake my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There is no time to mourn,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not if they wish to survive and not if they wish their dead to pass on in peace instead of torment. Harness their anger, Fakira. Call them to me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Within the hour, the area around her wagon is crowded with people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some are vaguely familiar, like a tiny woman with black-and-red braids and a beautiful face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her arms are crossed over a mirrored dress of gold and green, and she stands with a young man who looks like the taller version of her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Afya. I remember her from my memories of Laia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And her brother, Gibran." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I find I am relieved to see him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A memory ricochets through my mind—him attacking me, possessed by a ghost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Trying desperately to stop him, and the fear that in doing so, I'd damaged him irrevocably." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mamie Rila arrives with a cauldron of tea and passes cups around to ward off the chill wind blowing in from the north." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She nods silently to me, but keeps her distance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A tall man steps out from beside her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His curly hair is half-hidden beneath a scarf, and his skin is lighter than mine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He closes the distance between us in two steps, arms wide for a hug." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ilyaas—brother—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I extricate myself from him carefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ilyaas,\" he says. \"It's me—Shan—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know the name now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He is my foster brother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mamie's other adopted child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nod at him stiffly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wears the tattoos of a Zaldar, freshly inked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Behind him are other faces I recognize." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mamie's cousins and brothers, her nephews and nieces. My old family." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They eye me with awe and a touch of wariness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only Shan looks at me like I am one of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mamie Rila touches his arm gently, whispering something into his ear, and his smile fades." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a few moments, he steps back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Forgive me, Banu al-Mauth,\" he says. \"If I overstepped.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "<You didn't,> the trapped voice inside me calls out. I crush it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fakira Ara-Nasur.\" I find Aubarit speaking to Gibran. \"Is everyone here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "At her nod, I look out at the crowd." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Conversations hush, and the only sound is the sand susurrating restlessly against the canyon walls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Nightbringer steals spirits,\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He keeps them from crossing over.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gasps arise and Aubarit looks sick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Afya Ara-Nur's hand goes to the blade at her waist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Those in Aish—\" she says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All of our dead?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I nod. \"All have been taken, and—\" I stop before mentioning the maelstrom, my old Blackcliff training kicking in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Share only what is necessary.> Telling them what the Nightbringer is using those spirits for will frighten them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And frightened people make poor foot soldiers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why?\" Mamie Rila says softly, her tea forgotten in her hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why do such a horrible thing?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The jinns' strength is more limited than it appears.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I let them draw their own conclusions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They are powerful, yes, but in short bursts only. When their power is spent, they heal slowly. A side effect of their imprisonment, perhaps.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So—they are feeding off the spirits?\" Shan says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In a manner of speaking,\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Nightbringer seems to want ghosts who have suffered. Those who would have come to the Waiting Place. That is why it is empty. He is taking them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But what does he do with them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A young Fakir I don't recognize speaks up from the back of the crowd." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I can barely see him—the torchlight near Aubarit's wagon does not extend so far." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do not yet know,\" I say, because Talis did not explain the mechanics of the Nightbringer's plan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But the jinn need the ghosts, which means they need dead humans. The jinn terrify a city, make a populace panic and capitulate. Keris Veturia sends her army in to butcher at will. The Nightbringer gets his suffering, and Keris claims another city.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What can we do against the jinn?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gibran says, and his sister answers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not the jinn we're after.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She glances at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You want the Martials. If the jinn don't have their foot soldiers, there would be less butchering. Less suffering. Fewer ghosts for the Nightbringer to steal.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beyond the ring of Zaldars and Fakirs and Kehannis, the crowd expands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their fear spreads like an insidious fog." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If we battle the Martials,\" Mamie Rila says, \"will that not simply make more ghosts?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Soldiers rarely enter the Waiting Place,\" I tell her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Especially Martial soldiers. Perhaps because they go to battle prepared for death. In any case, it is suffering the Nightbringer wants. Agony. We won't give it to him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do you propose?\" Shan asks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We fight.\" My hands fist and my battle rage stirs, restless in my blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We attack in small groups, insurgency style. We aim for their food stores, their livestock, and supplies. We empty out the villages in their path. If Keris's men are going to walk lands that do not belong to them, we can make that walk as difficult as possible. And we can do it without creating a glut of new ghosts for the Nightbringer to thieve.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why not empty our cities?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Afya says. \"Scatter into the desert and the Serran Range? The Nightbringer wants death, no? We could simply deny him that by hiding.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How long will you hide for?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mamie says. \"Keris Veturia will not give up. It might take longer, but she will hunt us down. And not just to kill us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now Shan speaks up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Her Empire has need of slaves. She killed too many during the Scholar purges.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have a treaty with them—\" a voice calls out, but Mamie snorts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Keris sold her own city to the Karkauns,\" she says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you think treaties mean anything to her?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We should fight,\" Gibran says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If the cost of staying in the Tribal lands is too high for the Martials, they'll leave. Keris has another enemy to the north. The Blood Shrike and her nephew.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, but if Keris defeats her,\" Afya says, \"she'll send her armies back for us. Then what? Do we keep fighting? Living in canyons and gulches? When will it end?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crowd shifts, small conversations and arguments breaking out and echoing off the canyon walls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am losing them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then a dark-haired, gold-eyed figure steps from the crowd into the firelight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wears an embroidered Tribal tunic that brushes her knees, and her hair is freshly braided." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Fate will always lead you back to her, for good or for ill.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Laia.\" Mamie Rila is by her side instantly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You should be resting—\" But Laia shakes her head, a new sadness rounding her shoulders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All this sorrow. This suffering.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her gold eyes fix on me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All of it is because of the Nightbringer. Afya asks when will it end. It will end when the king of the jinn is dead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Tribes nod and mutter in agreement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Killing him is not simple,\" she says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It will require the theft of a weapon he carries, and powerful magic. Until we can get that weapon, we must find other ways to hinder him. Stripping him of his allies is one such way. Keris is his strongest ally. To that end, Elias's plan is sound. And he knows the Martials. He knows how they think. With him, we have a chance at victory.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Tribespeople glance at each other when she uses my old name, though I spot Mamie hiding a smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I consider correcting Laia, but she has them mesmerized, so I keep silent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Martials crushed my people,\" she says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Keris would do the same to you. And her master, the Nightbringer, would inflict that indignity upon your dead. So do we stand with the Banu al-Mauth and fight them? Or do we roll over like cowed dogs and let them do what they want with us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tribe Saif will fight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My foster brother stands, but he doesn't look at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For our land and our dead.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tribe Nur will fight,\" Afya says after a nudge from her brother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If the other Tribes join,\" she adds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tribe Nasur will fight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A silver-haired Zaldar steps forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And if the Banu al-Mauth's plan works, we will continue fighting. If not...\" He shrugs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sentiment spreads, and one by one, the Tribes agree to my plan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laia turns to me, tilting her head as if to say, <What next?>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll meet in the morning,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To discuss the first attack.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the group breaks up, Laia approaches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looks exhausted, covered in scratches and cuts, with a large bruise on the side of her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I get an odd prickly feeling in my chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She puts her hand to it when she sees me looking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was a river,\" she says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So unless you strangle a force of nature, you cannot do much. Besides, you're the one who left me stranded in the desert. If you want to be angry at someone, go find a mirror.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am sorry. But—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No.\" She puts a finger to my lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am sorry was the perfect place to stop.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stands close enough for me to see the myriad tiny scratches all over her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I brush my fingers against one lightly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The river that did this to you,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't like it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her smile is a lightning flash in the dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you going to find the bad river, Elias? Make it pay?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's Soul Catcher. And yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My thoughts toward this river turn baleful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe I can divert it down a canyon, or—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fire turns her gold eyes molten, and she throws back her head and laughs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Watching her is like watching a waterfall thundering down a gorge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like watching the Northern Dancers illuminate the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I cannot describe it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I only know that a tightness in my chest loosens, and I am different—lighter—for witnessing it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's good,\" she says. \"That's a start.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It will be a hard fight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I force my thoughts toward the challenge that lies ahead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Keris is a wily enemy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laia holds up a scroll." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've had a message from the Shrike. She is offering aid. She wants fealty in return, but it might give the Tribes a chance to renegotiate their treaty with the Empire.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She examines me. \"You could help with that if you chose,\" she says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Negotiate well, and they might be more willing to fight for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She nods after the retreating Tribespeople." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You weren't doing so well there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you for talking to them,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At her shrug, dismissive and embarrassed at once, I find myself thinking of when I first became Soul Catcher." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Darin was still recovering from Kauf, and Laia and I were walking along the border of the Forest of Dusk, speaking of the Empire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Nothing ever changes,> she had said. <Nothing ever will.>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Maybe we're the ones who change it,> I'd told her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<If there was one thing you could do right now to change the Empire, what would it be?>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<I'd get rid of the ghost wagons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Set free the Scholars locked up inside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Light those skies-forsaken death boxes on fire.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<You can disappear.> I'd taken her hand then, even knowing that Mauth would punish me for it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<I can windwalk. What's stopping us?>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She offered that same smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That same shrug. And then she started planning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Afya helped smuggle the Scholars we freed south, and Darin aided in the fighting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Laia was the heart of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're good at bringing people together,\" I tell her now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You always have been.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you're good at leading them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She holds my arm and walks with me, and I'm so astonished I let her pull me along." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you want your ghosts back, you'll have to channel that skill.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Isn't that what I'm doing?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shakes her head. \"Elias, you need the Tribes to fight for you. You need to save the ghosts from whatever hellish torment the Nightbringer is subjecting them to. But\"—she cuts me a look—\"you cannot lead them if you do not understand them. No one wants to draw blades beside someone who views them as lesser. You are too distant. Too cold. If you want the Tribes' loyalty, then appeal to their hearts. You might want to start by finding your own.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "ill start (might include ongoing story elements), then u do two sentences in Sabaa Tahir's voice ok?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lord Kinnius! We are pleased to grant you an audience.\"\n\nLivia rises from her simple black onyx throne and smiles at the dour-faced Illustrian staring her down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My sister arrived in Antium this morning, a week after we took the city, and barely had enough time to change.\n\nBut she appears serene and composed, as if she's been settled here for ages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rain drums on the roof, washing away the Karkauns' filth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The muted light filtering through the throne room's high windows illuminates her face just so. She looks every inch the Empress Regent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stand behind her, flanked by Rallius and Harper. When the latter fidgets, I almost look at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since we took Antium, I've been finding excuses to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And I don't like it." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'distraction' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Avitas Harper is a distraction.\n\nHe was a distraction as I oversaw the cleansing of the palace, which the Karkauns degraded into a nightmare pigsty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was a distraction as I sent troops into the city to help the citizens rebuild.\n\nAnd he is a distraction today in the throne room, as Livia welcomes our first potential ally from the south." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I fix my attention on the advisory council—including Teluman, Musa, and Darin—all of whom are gathered in front of the throne." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lord Kinnius's gaze falls on the Scholars—standing equal to the Martials and armed with Serric steel blades. He scowls.\n\nMy sister offers him a brilliant smile in return." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Welcome to the capital.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Or what's left of it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kinnius glances around the throne room, pointedly not using Livia's title, and I stiffen at his insolence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Harper quells me with a look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<We need allies,> he seems to be saying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Winning over Gens Kinnia, with its grain stores and barges and gold, is more important than pride or titles.\n\nLivia's smile does not shift, but her blue eyes are cold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The city stands, Lord Kinnius,\" Livia says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As do its people, despite the traitorousness of Keris Veturia.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You mean despite the failure of the Blood Shrike.\"\n\n\"I did not expect a man of your intellectual caliber to be taken in by the usurper's honeyed words,\" Livia chides him, and I stifle a laugh. Intellectual caliber indeed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There are thousands in Antium who witnessed Keris's betrayal,\" my sister says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You may speak to them if you wish.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kinnius snorts. \"Plebeians. Scholars.\" He looks Darin up and down before turning to Quin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I'd known you were so desperate for men, Veturius, I might have sent a platoon or two.\"\n\nThank the skies Livia is Empress Regent, because if I were, Kinnius would be attempting to reattach his head right now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But you didn't send a platoon, did you?\" Livia's smile vanishes, and I am reminded that she survived the murder of our family." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She survived Marcus. She survived giving birth in the midst of a war." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Instead,\" she says, \"we won Antium with the aid of the Scholars, who conducted themselves with far more bravery than you. Do not mistake me, Kinnius. We are not so desperate for allies that we will tolerate the insults of a man too weak to fight for his people. If you wish to discuss your support for Zacharias, the rightful emperor, then remain. If your fear of Keris is so great that you'd rather spout horse dung, my Blood Shrike will escort you to the city gates.\"\n\n<And you can crawl back to your bitch of an empress,> I don't add." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hear, Shrike, that the people hailed you as Imperator Invictus.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kinnius turns to me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Could it be that you wish to take your nephew's throne for yourse—\"\n\nI have a knife to Kinnius's throat in two seconds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go on.\" I draw a bit of blood. \"Finish that sentence, you cowardly pissant.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shrike,\" Livia says sweetly. \"I'm certain Lord Kinnius regrets his hasty tongue. Don't you, Kinnius?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kinnius opens his mouth and closes it, nodding frantically." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I step back, and Livia levels her smile at him again. I see it hit him like a punch in the face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She steps down from the throne and takes his arm.\n\n\"Walk with me, Kinnius,\" she says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"See the city. Speak with the people. Once you learn the truth of what happened here, I believe you'll have a different opinion.\"\n\nMy hands shake, even as Livia guides Kinnius to the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Quin gives me a long look, and he is not the only one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I remember what the jinn said to me weeks ago.\n\n<You do not love the child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He is your blood, but you'll see him dead and yourself upon the throne.>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I'd die before I let anything happen to my nephew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That is a truth I know in my marrow, and nothing will change it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Harper remains in the palace, and I follow Livia and her guards out, trailing them through the city.\n\nDespite the rain, the bazaars are full, and children run past with barbecued kebab skewers and bread slathered with honey and ice plum jam." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dozens of merchants who have returned to the city call out their wares. Scores of people greet Livia and me with flowers and smiles, while glaring at Kinnius with hard suspicion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He has the decency to at least look chagrined.\n\nWhen I'm certain Livia has the man well in hand, I return to my quarters in the palace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They are small and east-facing, unlike Livia and Zacharias's expansive rooms, which, though only a few minutes away, face the Nevennes. The drop from their windows is a sheer fifty feet, while I'm on the ground floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But my doors are unguarded, while Livia has four Masks outside hers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why,\" Dex says when he finds me a few minutes after I arrive, \"do you not have guards at your door?\"\n\n\"We need city patrols,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And the Empress Regent requires a full complement. I can handle myself. What news?\"\n\n\"Our spy has returned from Adisa,\" Dex says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's outside, waiting to deliver a report. And this arrived from the Tribes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hands me an envelope. \"Also, Darin of Serra has requested a private audience.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Send him in,\" I say. \"And find Musa. I promised him if I heard from Adisa, he'd be the first to know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Darin enters after I've heard from our spy and read the message from the Tribal lands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Laia contacted me,\" he says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She needs aid, Shrike. And I'm going to her.\"\n\nI briefly consider protesting—we still require more weapons." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Armor. But the glint in Darin's eyes tells me that he will not be swayed.\n\n\"I requested that you wait until we had taken Antium,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You waited. I won't stop you. But I will ask that you go with the troops I'm sending.\" I hold up the missive I've just received." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I heard from Laia too. The Tribes have agreed to support Emperor Zacharias in exchange for a renegotiation of their tithes and our military support. Five hundred men and two Ankanese sappers.\"\n\n\"That's quite an escort, Shrike.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If anything happens to you, it's my throat your sister will tear out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Darin laughs. \"She will indeed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wish suddenly that we had met when we were younger. That he could have been a brother to me too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He is, I think, a good brother.\n\n\"Give her my best,\" I tell him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And tell her I hope she's practicing her bow.\"\n\nAfter he leaves, I congratulate myself on resolving the issue so neatly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But then Musa of Adisa arrives." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's followed by Corporal Tibor, the spy we sent to the Mariner capital who has already given me his report.\n\n\"I could not get through to Marinn,\" Tibor says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And I couldn't reach our people inside. No one can get in. I took the northern route, past Delphinium and out through Nerual Lake. As soon as I got to the Mariner coast, the weather was so bad I had to turn back.\"\n\n\"Was it bad up until that point?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musa's chiseled face is as tense as I've ever seen it, and Tibor shakes his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gray skies, a bit of snow. Typical for late winter. But the seas raged near Adisa. I tried to get through. But I ran into a dozen others who said their ships couldn't so much as approach the coastline. I thought it was more important to tell you than to keep trying and failing.\"\n\nWhen Tibor has left, I turn to the Scholar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His arms are crossed to hide his clenched fists." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Does Marinn usually have storms so bad that the kingdom is completely cut off?\"\n\n\"Never. And I've tried to spy on the Commandant, to see if this is the Nightbringer's handiwork. But there are jinn all over the south, and the wights refuse to go near them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My spies are more afraid of me than they are of jinn.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I rise, because if I'm going to rally five hundred troops to travel south, I must tell the Empress." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musa follows me out the door and into the busy hallway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A window stands open and I breathe in Antium's scents. Rain and mountain pine, roasting meat and clay-oven flatbread drizzled with butter and cinnamon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I glance out at the gardens, where a dozen Masks patrol. Amid the drizzle, Dex walks with Silvius, their shoulders touching as they pass a cup of some steaming drink back and forth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The wind carries the sound of Dex's laugh, rich and joyful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What would it be like to walk with Harper that way? To share a mug of cider." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To touch him without feeling like I will come apart?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shrike?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I snap back to Musa. \"I'll send my own spies south to infiltrate Keris's network,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll get news soon. I promise. I hate unsolved puzzles. I have too many as it is.\"\n\n\"More?\" Musa says. \"Do tell.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just the blather the Karkauns were spewing. Ik tachk mort fid iniqant fi. Haven't been able to get a translation of it, but—\"\n\n\"'Death wakes the great sea,'\" Musa translates, nodding a greeting to a group of Scholars as they pass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Or—no, wait. 'Death feeds the great sea.'\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stop in the middle of the hall, ignoring the irritated grunt of a Mask who nearly runs into me. \"Why didn't you tell me you spoke Karkaun?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You didn't ask.\" Musa keeps walking, and now I am trying to keep pace with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Mariners used to trade with the barbarians, before Grímarr became their high muckety-muck. The crown felt that Nikla's prince consort should speak the languages of her trading partners.\"\n\n\"Is that how you learned to fight too?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I ask. \"Because Quin Veturius gives out compliments once a decade or so. If he's feeling generous.\"\n\n\"Perhaps that's why I like him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musa stares off thoughtfully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My grandfather taught me to fight. He was a palace guard. Saved old King Irmand's life when he was a boy. Got a beekeeping estate for his trouble. My father became a healer, but I spent more time with the bees. I think they both thought training would toughen me up.\"\n\n\"Did it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm still alive, aren't I?\" He grins suddenly, and I turn to see Harper coming down the hallway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His sleeves are rolled up, and there's rain in his hair and glistening along his cheekbones. <No distractions, Shrike. Do not stare at his forearms—or his face—>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shrike, Musa.\" He doesn't slow, or even meet my eyes, and then he's past. After he turns the corner I realize two things: First, that my heart is thudding so loud, I'm stunned people aren't turning to stare at me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And second, that Musa is staring at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know—\" he begins, but I wave him off.\n\n\"Do not,\" I say, \"give me some sad story about love and loss and your broken heart.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musa doesn't laugh as I expect him to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I saw your face,\" he says. \"During the attack on Cardium Rock. When Harper went down. I saw.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop talking,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't need advice from a—\"\n\n\"Go on, insult me,\" Musa says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you and I are more alike than you know, and that's not a compliment. You're in a position of great power, Shrike. It's a lonely place to be. Most leaders spend their lives using others. Being used. Love isn't just a luxury for you. It's a rarity. It's a gift. Don't throw it away.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not throwing it away.\" I stop walking and pull the Scholar around to face me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm afraid, Musa.\" I don't mean to blurt the words out—especially to a man whose arrogance has vexed me from the moment I met him. But to my relief, he does not mock me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How many in Antium lost those beloved to them when the Karkauns attacked?\" he asks. \"How many like Dex, who hide who they love because the Empire would kill them for it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Musa runs a hand through his black hair, and it sticks up like a bird's nest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How many like Laia, betrayed and then left to claw her way through her pain? How many like me, Shrike, pining for someone who no longer exists?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There is more than love of another,\" I say. \"There is love of country—love of one's people—\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "ill start (might include ongoing story elements), then u do two sentences in Sabaa Tahir's voice ok?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Night falls reluctantly, as if she does not wish to witness the horrors it will bring. When the stars finally rule the sky, the horizon brightens, glowing orange, then white." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The jinn approach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll need more than magic to survive that, Laia.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Afya enters the courtyard. Her gaze is trained on the eerie glow of the sky, visible even through the trellises. \"Are you ready?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Doesn't matter if I'm ready.\" As I dip the last of my arrows in salt, I remember the words I said to my mother long ago, just before I broke Elias out of Blackcliff. \"It's time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Be careful.\" Afya glances over her shoulder at Elias, who sends the last of the Tribespeople into the desert." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't trust him to defend you.\"\n\n\"I do not need defending, Afya.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Afya nods at the flames drawing nearer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"With that on our tails, we all need defending.\" She clasps my hands and leaves, heading to the edge of the courtyard, where Aubarit and Gibran hitch up the last wagon leaving the city." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air flickers around them—wind efrits who will speed them through the desert." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The young Tribesman says something to the Fakira that makes her cheeks rosy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They have spent many hours together, those two, and it makes me smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not much time, Laia.\" Elias speaks from beside me, though I did not see him approach. \"Shall we?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do not windwalk.\" Rehmat's gentle glow flares between us. \"He will sense you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I nod, but say nothing else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My anger toward her has cooled, but she has made herself scarce these past few weeks. Whenever she has appeared, there has been a fractured aura about her, as if her focus is fixed elsewhere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It seems to take ages to wind through the city to the abandoned Martial garrison in its center." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time we reach the building, the jinn have reached Nur, and the screaming has begun.\n\nI smile at the sound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For if one were to listen carefully to those screams, one might notice that there is something off about them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The barbarous keen yokes us to the low beasts, to the unutterable violence of the earth,\" Elias mutters, and when I look at him askance, he shrugs. \"Something the Warden of Kauf Prison said. For once, that evil old bastard was right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Indeed, a human scream is unique because of its rawness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A fey cry, however, is round and clean, without edges." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A stone instead of a saw.\n\nIt is the fey who scream now, the sand efrits who are immune to fire, and who agreed to provide a distraction to cover the evacuation of the Tribespeople." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We make our way to the rooftop of the garrison." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is a broad space, scattered with patchy armor, sandbags, and a few piles of pale brick—whatever the Martials failed to take when the Tribes drove them out.\n\n\"Does this remind you of anything?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elias looks around, nonplussed. \"Should it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Last year,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When we were breaking out Scholars from Martial ghost wagons. Only difference is that now I can do this—\" I raise my hand to his dark hair, pushing it back. \"And Mauth won't give you a splitting headache.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He catches my hand, gripping it for a moment before the Soul Catcher takes hold again and he releases me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wish you luck, Laia,\" he says. \"But I have my own mission. If you're in trouble, I can't help.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am not expecting you to,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But if something happens to me—\"\n\n\"Defeat in the mind is defeat on the—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You Blackcliff types and all your sayings.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I kick his boot. \"Listen, for skies' sake. If something happens, be a brother to Darin for me. Swear you will.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't—\" He takes in my scowl and nods. \"I promise,\" he says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you, Soul Catcher.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Elias,\" he says after a moment, the slightest bit of warmth entering those cold gray eyes. \"From you I prefer Elias.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now it is my turn to be stunned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If we were not about to confront the Nightbringer, I would kiss him. Instead, all I can do is stare as he disappears over the side of the building." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Mission, Laia. Focus on the mission.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I scurry across the rooftop, wind howls out of the south, a spine-chilling preface to the approach of the jinn and their human army.\n\nI look up to find the entire southern horizon obscured by a towering wall of sand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The storm is ten times larger than the one the Nightbringer conjured up in this very same desert the first time Elias and I came through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And it moves fast—too fast.\n\nWhen I am only halfway across the roof, it hits, propelling me backward with its force." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though I bend my head against it, the sand is so thick and the wind so strong that I can barely see." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I am forced back—finding shelter between a pile of sandbags and the wall—which is no shelter at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I crouch, coughing the sand out of my lungs, frantically pulling a kerchief over my eyes so I do not go sand blind.\n\nMy plan was to hide in a weapons shed on the other side of the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I cannot possibly make it now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not before the Nightbringer arrives.\n\n\"I can help.\" Rehmat's glow flickers as thick clouds of sand float through her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you let me in.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Will he not sense you?\"\n\nShe hesitates. \"Yes. But I am ready for him. And this storm, it is hurting you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her form shifts, as if she's fidgeting, and her voice is so soft I almost can't hear it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I would not see you harmed, Laia. Whether you believe it or not, I am bonded to you, the way a fine blade is bonded to its maker.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like with Mamie, I feel a sudden flush of warmth at her words. But it is tempered with wariness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rehmat is so fey." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So unknowable. How can I trust her again?\n\n\"I'm not ready for you to join with me,\" I say, and she recoils in frustration." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I do not wish to hurt her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But I will not be betrayed again. She has not met the Nightbringer since the flood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This is an opportunity to see if she truly is my ally instead of his." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's stick to the plan.\"\n\nSomething thuds atop the tower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A voice speaks, and I clench the hilt of my dagger, fighting back the urge to disappear, and trying desperately not to give myself away by coughing.\n\n\"Whip up the winds to spread the fire.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Nightbringer's thunderstorm voice rolls across the roof. \"And take the storm north. Slow the rats who flee until the Martials can slaughter them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, Meherya,\" a voice responds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From what Elias told us, it must be Azul, the jinn who can control the weather.\n\nAzul leaves, and the sandstorm howls past, the thick grit billowing toward where the Tribes evacuate the city." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind me, the screaming intensifies as the Nightbringer's kin set houses alight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sand efrits, it turns out, are excellent actors.\n\nI tense, hoping to the skies that the Nightbringer does not pay close attention to those screams." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he hardly seems to notice them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead, he stares out at Nur. In Aish, Sadh, and most of the villages in Marinn, he always found the tallest building in the city from which to witness the carnage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As despicable as it is, at least it's predictable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He bows his head, and something flickers behind him.\n\n<Maro,> Rehmat told me when Elias and I first conjured up this plan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<The jinn who steals the souls for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The two of them will be distracted by the exertion required to perpetrate such a vile theft. And confused when the souls do not appear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they are deep in their work, I will tell you.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That is all she is supposed to do. Elias will neutralize Maro." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And I will take the scythe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The screams from the city rise in pitch, but the Nightbringer remains immobile. I try not to fidget, waiting for Rehmat to appear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she does not." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Soon, he will realize that we have tricked him. That the screams are not human." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What in the skies is taking her so long?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly, his back goes stiff. He turns toward the sandbags. Toward me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Oh skies.>\n\n\"Laia!\" Rehmat whispers in my ear. \"Let me in—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I ignore her and stand, dagger high." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The last time I saw him, he was not exactly reasonable, but not murderous either. \"Hail, Meherya,\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have something I want.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Distantly, a building crumbles, and the jinn fire roars closer. Smoke curls through the air, stinging my eyes, my throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come to watch a city burn, Laia?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he says. \"I did not think you had such a taste for blood. Or punishment.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though his presence has always twisted the air around him, the Nightbringer's shadow seems to drag with some new weight. The hatred in his flame eyes is bottomless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He unsheathes the scythe with a flick of his smoky hand and holds it to my throat.\n\nRehmat manifests beside him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Meherya,\" she says. \"Stop this. This is not who you are—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You.\" He turns his wrath upon her, but the malice drains out of him, and there is only pain. \"Traitor to your own—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No—never—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you remember nothing?\" he cries. \"Who we were, what we lost, what we suffered—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Laia.> She speaks in my mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Let me in. Please. He is lost. He will kill you.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he does not kill me. Instead he lowers the scythe, and I back away, astonished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Waiting for some new cruelty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he ignores me completely.\n\n\"Come back to me,\" he says to Rehmat, sheathing the weapon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Help me remake this world for our kin. You were a warrior, Rehmat. You fought and burned and died for our people. For our—our children—\"\n\n\"You dare invoke our children?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rehmat's voice is raw and terrible. As she speaks, I shift toward the scythe, readying my dagger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When you murder other children at will? I will never join you, Meherya. I am not who I was. As you are not who you were.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you not understand why?\" he pleads with her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do this because I love. Because I—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I lunge for his back, slicing through the straps of the scythe. As he turns, as his fiery hands rise up to snatch it back, I call out, but not to Rehmat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Elias!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost instantly, a voice screams out from behind the Nightbringer.\n\nIt is Maro, a Serric steel blade coated in salt at his neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind him, hood pulled low, stands Elias." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Soul Catcher's gaze shifts to me briefly. <I can't help,> he'd said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And yet when I called, he was there." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As if he catches my thought, he shrugs and jerks his head toward the stairwell. <Get out of here.>\n\nScythe in hand, I go." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "same energy as Sabaa Tahir, keep writing. story might have ongoing elements" }, { "from": "human", "value": "We bury the Empress Regent two days after her murder, as the sun goes to rest in the west." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thousands line Antium's streets, littering it with winter rose petals as six Masks carry her to the Aquilla Mausoleum on the north end of the city. There, under a rainy, slate-colored sky, she is movingly eulogized by a handful of highborn Paters and Maters who barely knew her.\n\nOr so I am told, after. I do not attend. I do not leave the palace for days following. Instead, I plot how I will destroy Keris.\n\nTwo weeks after the funeral, I am holed up in a meeting chamber with Livia's advisory council, listening to a group of recently arrived generals arguing over why their war plan is the only one that will allow us to take back Silas—and eventually Serra and Navium—from Keris." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We should wait,\" says old General Pontilius, fresh from Tiborum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He paces around the long table where I sit with Mettias, Quin Veturius, Musa, Cassius, and six others.\n\n\"No. We strike now,\" Quin says. \"While she's trying to take the Free Lands. Secure Silas, and move south from there.\"\n\n\"And what if it's a trap?\" Pontilius asks. \"She could have an army lying in wait for us. Reports put her forces in Marinn at nearly forty thousand men. She has another thirty thousand in reserve. That leaves fifty thousand men unaccounted for.\"\n\n\"They're scattered throughout the south—\" Musa offers, and Pontilius recoils as if slapped.\n\n\"How would you know, Scholar?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once, Musa might have laughed off such insolence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now he frowns. Eleiba's tidings from Marinn have sobered him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All I could send was a token force. Two Masks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two hundred soldiers. They will not have even reached Marinn yet. <They won't get through in time,> Musa had fretted. <We have to draw Keris off. We have to take back the Empire so she has no choice but to return.>\n\nHe could have gone back with Eleiba. He'd wanted to, even." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But his people are here, so he stayed.\n\n\"Do you know where Musa of Adisa was in the fight to take Antium, Pontilius?\" I say now. \"At my side, bleeding for an Empire he'd never set foot in until a few months ago. Fighting for the Scholars. Tell me, General, where were you during the fighting?\"\n\nPontilius pales. \"You've been taken in by a handsome face—\"\n\nMy blade is at his throat before he finishes. \"Do not make the mistake,\" I say, \"of thinking I won't slit your throat for discourteousness, old man. Everyone at this table knows I won't hesitate.\"\n\nPontilius swallows and, in what he no doubt thinks of as a more reasonable tone, says, \"He is a Scholar —\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My punch lands with a crack across his jaw, and he topples backward, stunned. I am embarrassed for him. He's younger than Quin. At the very least he should be able to handle a punch on his feet.\n\n\"You—\" he sputters. \"How dare you—\"\n\n\"She could have killed you.\" Pater Mettias, wan and quiet until now, speaks up. \"Count yourself lucky.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You should remember, Pontilius\"—Quin spits out the Pater's name—\"Empress Regent Livia freed the Scholars. The advisory council supported her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Empress Regent is dead.\" Pontilius moves as far away from me as he can. \"And now this—this woman—\"\n\n\"As the people have named her Imperator Invictus, and as she is the Mater of Gens Aquilla, I move for the Blood Shrike to serve as regent,\" Quin says. He'd warned me this morning that he'd make such a motion. But I did not expect it to come so soon—and I wish he had not invoked the title of Imperator.\n\n\"Until we have dealt with Keris,\" the old man goes on. \"Yea or nay?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's not really a question, and the yea that rumbles through the room is unequivocal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She cannot be both Shrike and regent.\" Cassius speaks up, the cretin. He and Pontilius don't look at each other, but my sources tell me they've been plotting. It's a shame I need their men. \"There's no precedent.\"\n\n\"There is no precedent for a Blackcliff commandant to betray her own people to barbarian invaders, leave her capital to burn, and declare herself Empress,\" I say. \"There is no precedent for her to then enjoy the support of hundreds of Illustrian Paters, including yourself, despite such crimes. There's no precedent for her to murder the rightful regent with the help of an ancient supernatural evil.\" I open my hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But here we are. Help us or leave, Paters. It makes no difference to me. I will secure the Empire for my nephew with or without your aid, and with or without your men.\"\n\nAfter the meeting is over, Dex finds me. My old friend has shadows beneath his eyes. He looks like he slept about as much as I did. But he does not offer me kind words or understanding. He knows I do not want either.\n\n\"The new wet nurse is ready to meet you, Shrike,\" he says, and I follow him toward the Black Guard barracks, which we've moved to the palace grounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Her name is Mariana Farrar,\" Dex says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She was recommended by Coralia Farrar. They're cousins.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So she's related to the Emperor too,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How has he been with her?\"\n\n\"Much better than the last wet nurse,\" Dex says. \"I asked Silvius to observe too, since he's worked with mothers and children. He had no concerns.\"\n\n\"Family?\"\n\n\"Husband's a tanner. They escaped Antium with us after the siege. They're well-known. Well-liked. They have a sixteen-month-old son. He'll be weaned soon.\"\n\nWhen I enter Dex's quarters, Mariana stands. Her Farrar blood is instantly visible—she has Marcus and Zacharias's yellow eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A young man holding a child stands beside her—her husband, I presume." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I can tell they want to curtsy or bow." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'emperor' × 3" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But my armor is throwing them off.\n\n\"I am the Blood Shrike and Regent of the Emperor.\" My title feels strange on my tongue, and I call on the Mask in me that I might deliver the words with no inflection. \"My duty is to protect the Empire and the Emperor at all costs. You are a necessary part of a machine designed to protect him. If you harm the Emperor, what do you think I will do?\"\n\nMariana lifts her chin, but her voice is a whisper, and she has to force herself to meet my gaze. \"Kill me. As you should.\"\n\nI nod to the child and the man who holds him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will kill your boy, there, first. I will kill your husband. I will find everyone you love or have ever loved and I will kill them too. I will insist you watch before I throw you in prison forever, that you might live with the horror of your actions. Do you understand?\"\n\nMariana nods frantically but I hold her gaze. \"Tell me in your own words.\"\n\n\"I—I understand.\"\n\nDex and I escort her and her family out, and once they are down the hallway, I turn to him. \"Four guards when she nurses, not two.\" I say. \"Her husband and son remain in the palace and under watch. If she so much as looks at the Emperor wrong, you let me know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I make for Zacharias's room, which now connects to mine on the second level of the palace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It faces the palace garden, though he cannot see it. His window is boarded up, and despite a number of colorful lamps hanging from the ceiling, it feels less like a nursery and more like a prison cell. Likely because of Silvio Rallius and Deci Veturius, each hulking in a corner. Would that I had stationed them in Zacharias's room before this.\n\nIn addition to the Masks, Coralia sits in a rocking chair in deepest black, her eyes puffy as she watches Tas and Zacharias playing. She rises when I enter, but I wave her back to her seat.\n\nTas is on the floor with my nephew, making a small wooden horse dance along his arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I watch for a moment before the boy notices me. He stands, but I give him space and bid him sit. I know his history. Harper told me of him and Bee and the other children of Kauf.\n\n\"Shrike,\" he says after a few moments, and I can tell he has worked himself up to this. \"I—I owe you an apology. If I hadn't left Zakky that night, if I'd stayed with him—\"\n\nI go to Tas and kneel down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In a corner, Coralia sniffs quietly, attempting to muffle her sobs." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'someone' 3 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then you'd be dead too,\" I say. \"Don't you take the blame, Tas. That belongs to me, and me alone. I do have a request for you, though.\"\n\nI've been considering this for days—since before Livia was assassinated.\n\n\"The Emperor needs a companion. Not a regent like me, or guards like Rallius.\" I nod to the big man, who observes Tas soberly. \"But a friend. A brother. Someone to laugh with him and play with him and read to him, but who will also guide him and keep him safe. Someone he trusts. Someone who understands him. But that person, Tas, must be trained in battle and combat. He must be educated. Will you undertake this task?\"\n\nTas shifts uncomfortably. \"I—I cannot read, Blood Shrike.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're a smart lad—you'll pick it up quick. If you want it, of course—\" I realize suddenly that the child might be afraid to say no." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Think on it,\" I tell him. \"When we see Laia again, maybe you can ask her. She's wise about these sorts of things.\"\n\nZacharias takes the horse from Tas and throws it a few feet away. He rolls onto his stomach, rocking toward the horse, perplexed that he does not appear to be getting closer to it.\n\nI cannot help but smile. My first since Keris murdered Livvy. \"He's never done that before.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zacharias loses interest, rolls onto his back, and puts a foot in his mouth.\n\n\"He'll be running before long,\" Tas says. \"For now, feet. Quite tasty, apparently.\"\n\n\"Very tasty.\" I pick up my nephew and tickle his toes. He flashes two teeth at me and giggles.\n\n\"Ah, little one.\" I narrowly evade his fist as he lunges for my braid. \"Determined to ruin Auntie Shrike's hair, I see. Tas, why don't you go get lunch and some air. You shouldn't be cooped up in here all day, little one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boy leaves and I walk Zacharias into my quarters, dismissing the Masks within. My nephew flops toward the window, toward the light. But I keep him well away and in the darkness, where it is safer. Where no errant assassin's blade can touch him.\n\n<This is no way to live,> Livia said. But it is all we have. I hear footsteps behind me, a familiar gait." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I do not turn.\n\n\"Soon you'll walk in the light again, nephew,\" I tell Zacharias. \"Auntie Shrike will make you safe. You'll ride and run away from your tutors and have great adventures with good friends. Auntie Shrike will destroy all of your foes. I pro—\"\n\nThe words die on my lips. Because I promised my sister I would keep her safe. I promised myself I would not let anything happen to her, not after what happened to my parents and Hannah.\n\n\"Make that promise, Shrike.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Harper stands beside me, greeting the Emperor with a rare quirk of the lips and a kiss to his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zacharias offers him a tentative smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Look your nephew in the eyes,\" Harper says, \"and make a vow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shake my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What if I can't keep it?\" I whisper because the alternative is to scream, and if I kept silent as my sister died, then I can keep silent now.\n\n\"You will keep it,\" Harper says.\n\nI shake my head and call out to Coralia, who takes Zacharias from me. Harper follows me as I leave. It has been easy enough to avoid him this past fortnight—I've had months of practice. Before he says something that makes me come apart, I speak." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bring Quin Veturius to the small chambers off the throne room,\" I say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I want his thoughts on what to do about Pontilius—what are you—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Harper takes my hand and brushes a finger across my lips—sh. He pulls me in the opposite direction of the throne room and down a set of stone stairs. Near the bottom, beside a pile of rubble and just before an enormous, recently restored tapestry, he touches part of the wall and the stone moves away.\n\nI know this passageway, and it leads to a dead end, with a few storage closets in between. Rallius has the palace guard check it twice a day.\n\nBut of course, Harper would know that. I understand why he's brought me here, and I am so grateful I want to grab him and kiss him right here with the hallway door hanging open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oblivion is what I need right now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A way to escape this feeling in my chest, like if I say Livia's name aloud, my heart will wither and die. Harper is a distraction. One I am desperate for.\n\nHe releases my hand once we're in the hallway and lights a torch. When it flares, we are moving again, past a storage room filled with rubble and wood and into another, which is larger than I realized. It is big enough for a rope pallet and a small table with a lamp. In one corner sits a club and a pile of large stones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is this where you sleep?\" I ask him, eyeing the cot, but he shakes his head.\n\n\"Only ghosts down here, Shrike.\"\n\nThe room is cold, though I hardly feel it. I unhook my cloak, but Harper shakes his head and hands me the club.\n\n\"Ah.\" I glance down at it uneasily. \"What am I doing with this?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'always' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I found this place when we first came to Antium, after you told me how my father died.\" He looks me level in the eye.\n\n\"I don't understand.\"\n\n\"I came here to shout into the darkness,\" he says. \"To scream and break things.\"\n\n\"But you're always so calm.\"\n\n\"Always, Shrike?\" He arches a silver brow, and a flush creeps up my face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He is not always calm—that was clear enough in the baths." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't need to—to shout or cry or... break stones.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I drop the club." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I need to—I need—\"\n\n\"To scream,\" he says quietly, and hands me the club again. \"And break things.\"\n\nIt is as if his words have breathed life into something twisted and aching that has lived within, unacknowledged, for too long. Lurking ever since I watched Marcus slit my father's throat. Since I heard Hannah cry out, 'Helly!' Since I watched Antium burn. Since Cook and Faris and Livvy all died." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I only know I hit the floor when my knees slam into it. The scream breaks out of me like a prisoner who hasn't seen light in a century. My body feels alive, but in the worst way, a betrayal of all those who are gone. All those who I didn't save. I scream over and over. And the scream dissolves into something primal, so I howl then, and weep. I snatch the club from Harper and break every stone in the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When there are no stones left, I drop the club and curl into a ball on the cot. Choked sobs leak out of me, and I have not wailed like this since I was a child safe in the arms of my parents. Then even the sobs fade away.\n\n\"I am unmade.\" I whisper to Harper the words the Augur uttered to me so long ago. \"I am b-broken.\"\n\nHarper kneels and wipes my tears away with his thumbs. Then he lifts my face to his, his own eyes wet, his gaze fierce in a way I've rarely seen.\n\n\"You are broken. But it is the broken things that are the sharpest. The deadliest. It is the broken things that are the most unexpected, and the most underestimated.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sniff and wipe my face. \"Thank you,\" I say. \"For—\" <For being here. For telling me to scream. For loving me. For knowing me.>\n\nI say none of it. I am glad now that we did not make love here, in this place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I am glad I pushed him away for so long, for it will make doing it again easier." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I return the club to its corner and stand. Then I walk away. He says nothing. But I hope he understands.\n\nI have seen what happens to those I love." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant in the fantasy, romance, high fantasy, magic, dystopia genre. Your partner will send something and you will write the next 11 sentences, matching their level of character familiarity." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'efrits' must be used 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We trek out of the Tribal desert and into the grasslands of the southern Empire. It is sparsely populated, so it is easy enough to stay far from villages and garrisons. About three weeks after we set out, the mottled horizon thickens into a mass of tangled green branches.\n\n\"The Waiting Place. Not long to go, Laia.\" Darin speaks from beside me. I have cloaked him so it appears his horse is riderless—something the horse protested with vigorous head-tossing and angry whinnies. Elias, riding ahead of us, is also invisible, though I can hear the steady hum of conversation between him and Jans Aquillus.\n\nAll around, weapons and armor are stowed away. A great many of the fighters travel inside wagons, while their mounts bear supplies instead of riders. The sand efrits settle the dust of the caravan so it's unnoticeable from afar, and the wind efrits lure clouds over us to mask us further. A jinn would have to get close to tell that this is an army, and according to the efrits none have." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Once we're in,\" Darin says, \"the Soul Catcher said there won't be a need for the invisibility.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because we won't be able to hide from him,\" I say. Rehmat wished to strengthen my magic by joining with me. But exhausted as I am from hiding so many of us for so long, I cannot bear having her inside my mind again. It feels too invasive.\n\n\"Don't worry about hiding from him,\" Darin says. \"We've gotten this far, haven't we? No sign of those fiery bastards.\"\n\nAll I can offer is a weak smile. Fear flares in my bones. It is an old enemy, my companion since childhood. Fear of what is to come. Fear of what awaits among those trees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fear that all the Tribes and the Scholars have suffered was only a precursor to something worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am with you Laia.\" Rehmat has given me space, sensing my distrust. Her sunlight figure floats alongside me, steady despite the wind. \"When he comes, I will not leave your side.\"\n\nI nod, but I do not trust her yet. For I must kill the Nightbringer, and once, she loved the Nightbringer.\n\n<Love.> Always, I return to that word. Darin went to prison because of love. Elias gave up his future because of love. The Nightbringer seeks vengeance because of love.\n\nBut, I shake myself out of my doldrums, love is why I still live." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why, when I look at Elias, I do not see the Mask or the Soul Catcher, no matter how he wishes me to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Love is why the Blood Shrike agreed to march her army hundreds of miles to support us, instead of stealing the Commandant's Empire out from under her.\n\nThough love will not help me if I do not have the Nightbringer's story. With the Waiting Place only a day away, we are out of time. I pull my horse aside to wait for Mamie Rila's wagon. Shan drives it, and she sits beside him, eyes closed, muttering.\n\n\"Not yet, child,\" she says when I draw up beside her, somehow sensing my presence.\n\n\"We do not have much time.\"\n\nWhen she opens her eyes, the whites are reddened, as if she has not slept in days. A depthless well of night beckons from her gaze, and I am dizzy suddenly, grasping the pommel of my mount so I do not fall. It is not until she looks away that I return to myself.\n\n\"Not yet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It must be soon,\" I tell her." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The moment we enter that forest, he will know. And he will come for us.\"\n\nMamie observes the trees ahead, as if she has just noticed them.\n\n\"Come to me in the darkest hour of night,\" she says. \"When the stars sleep. Come and hear the Tale.\" She emphasizes the last word as if it a singular entity, and closes her eyes again. \"Though I do not know what good it will do you.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "AI Prompt: Add 3 sentences sentences to this story segment. Style: Sabaa Tahir. Genre: fantasy, romance, high fantasy, magic, dystopia. Note: Part of longer narrative." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As I emerge from the forest, forever altered, I do not think of the words I heard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I do not think of what I saw. I cannot risk a jinn—any jinn—picking the thoughts from my mind.\n\nInstead, I think of Avitas Harper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His calm, his warmth, the way he looks at me like I am the only thing in the world that matters.\n\nIt is deep night when I return, and the army camp is quiet. I find him pacing outside my tent, brow furrowing when he sees me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know,\" I say, for I have his You cannot wander off, you are the Blood Shrike speech memorized." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I had to attend to something alone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell me—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I cannot.\" I dismiss the guards near the front of my tent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All things depend on my silence.\"\n\n\"Blood Shrike—\"\n\n\"Helene,\" I whisper to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tonight, call me Helene.\"\n\nHe observes me for a moment before flashing that half smile that drives me mad. Then he pulls me into the tent, his hands in my hair, his lips on mine before the flap has even closed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I drag him toward my cot, and we topple onto it silently, frantic for each other, not even bothering to fully undress until after we've sated our desire.\n\nLater, in the wee hours of the night, I wake, a chill running through my body.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" he asks, arm flung over my hips, still half-asleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing,\" I say. \"Go back to sleep.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You should too.\"\n\n\"I will.\" I kiss him and let myself look at his dark lashes, his scim-sharp cheekbones, the way his skin ripples as he sits up.\n\n\"Harper,\" I say hesitantly. \"Avitas...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mmm?\"\n\n<I love you.> Such simple words. But they are not enough." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They don't convey what I mean." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Emifal Firdaant,\" I say to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've said that before.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He runs his fingers through my hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What does it mean?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I cannot quite look at him when I say it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"May death claim me first.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, no, my love.\" He gathers me close. \"You cannot go first. I could not make sense of the world if you did.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant in the fantasy, romance, high fantasy, magic, dystopia genre. Your partner will send something and you will write the next 11 sentences, matching their level of character familiarity." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ The Soul Catcher ]\n\nI do not know what makes Laia scream so, not until I am nearly to the plateau and see Darin slumped on the ground, his neck broken. Her cry is endless, sorrow upon sorrow, as if it is not just her screaming but a thousand sisters and daughters and mothers who have lost their loved ones to the madness of war.\n\nShe whips her scythe across the Nightbringer's throat, hacking at him again and again. But something is wrong, for though his body jerks, his arms are relaxed. He uses no magic to stop her.\n\nBecause he has been waiting for this moment. Because if he wants enough suffering to release the Sea, then he is the only creature alive who can provide lifetimes and lifetimes of it, all at once.\n\nHis body shifts into his old human form. The air, already leaden, goes still. Far away, in a place beyond the ken of any human, a barrier tears open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mauth's power, deeply drained, fades entirely as the Sea of Suffering bursts through his wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I windwalk to Laia, snatching her away from the Nightbringer as he dissolves, transforming into a viscous gray smoke. A figure kneels within the pall, head tilted back, staring up at the sky. The Nightbringer's spirit, flame eyes dim, seemingly at peace.\n\nThen the Sea of Suffering breaks through him, and he explodes into a vast, spinning cyclone. Darin's body disappears into the maelstrom, then two of the jinn who flitted too close, trees, rocks—\n\n\"Rehmat!\" My feet slip, and though I windwalk, the pull of the storm is too powerful. A glowing figure appears and, without my having to explain, she merges with Laia. With all my strength, I shove them at the woods, at the trees that bend toward the maelstrom but have not yet broken.\n\nThe maelstrom drags my body back, away from Laia. I fight the pull, trying desperately to dig my heels into the ground, but the plateau is smooth, gray rock, and I find no grip. The Sea of Suffering rumbles. Hungry. So hungry." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like Ursula K. Le Guin in the science fiction fantasy, adventure, magic genre and use whatever I write as a jumping off point? This is from a longer work so some stuff might reference earlier chapters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the seas of the outermost West Reach, that Lord of the Island of the Wise, waking cramped and stiff in a small boat in a cold, bright morning, sat up and yawned. And after a moment, pointing north, he said to his yawning companion, \"There! Two islands, do you see them? The southmost of the isles of the Dragons' Run.\"\n\n\"You have a hawk's eyes, lord,\" said Arren, peering through sleep over the sea and seeing nothing.\n\n\"Therefore I am the Sparrowhawk,\" the mage said; he was still cheerful, seeming to shrug off forethought and foreboding. \"Can't you see them?\"\n\n\"I see gulls,\" said Arren, after rubbing his eyes and searching all the blue-grey horizon before the boat.\n\nThe mage laughed. \"Could even a hawk see gulls at twenty miles' distance?\"\n\nAs the sun brightened above the eastern mists, the tiny wheeling flecks in the air that Arren watched seemed to sparkle, like gold-dust shaken in water, or dust-motes in a sunbeam. And then Arren realized that they were dragons.\n\nAs Lookfar approached the islands, Arren saw the dragons soaring and circling on the morning wind, and his heart leapt up with them with a joy, a joy of fulfillment, that was like pain. All the glory of mortality was in that flight." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'their' (4x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their beauty was made up of terrible strength, utter wildness, and the grace of reason. For these were thinking creatures, with speech and ancient wisdom: in the patterns of their flight there was a fierce, willed concord.\n\nArren did not speak, but he thought: I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.\n\nAt times the patterns jarred, and the circles broke, and often in flight one dragon or another would jet from its nostrils a long streak of fire that curved and hung on the air a moment repeating the curve and brightness of the dragon's long, arching body. Seeing that, the mage said, \"They are angry. They dance their anger on the wind.\"\n\nAnd presently he said, \"Now we're in the hornet's nest.\" For the dragons had seen the little sail on the waves, and first one, then another, broke from the whirlwind of their dancing and came stretched long and level on the air, rowing with great wings, straight toward the boat.\n\nThe mage looked at Arren, who sat at the tiller, since the waves ran rough and counter. The boy held it steady with a steady hand, though his eyes were on the beating of those wings. As if satisfied, Sparrowhawk turned again, and standing by the mast, let the magewind drop from the sail. He lifted up his staff and spoke aloud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the sound of his voice and the words of the Old Speech, some of the dragons wheeled in mid flight, scattering, and returned to the isles. Others halted and hovered, the swordlike claws of their forearms outstretched but checked. One, dropping low over the water, flew slowly on toward them: in two wing-strokes it was over the boat. The mailed belly scarcely cleared the mast. Arren saw the wrinkled, unarmored flesh between the inner shoulder-joint and breast, which, with the eye, is the dragon's only vulnerable part, unless the spear that strikes is mightily enchanted. The smoke that roiled from the long, toothed mouth choked him, and with it came a carrion stench that made him wince and retch.\n\nThe shadow passed. It returned, as low as before, and this time Arren felt the furnace-blast of breath before the smoke. He heard Sparrowhawk's voice, clear and fierce. The dragon passed over. Then all were gone, streaming back to the isles like fiery cinders on a gust of wind.\n\nArren caught his breath and wiped his forehead, which was covered with cold sweat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking at his companion, he saw his hair gone white: the dragon's breath had burnt and crisped the ends of the hairs. And the heavy cloth of the sail was scorched brown along one side.\n\n\"Your head is somewhat singed, lad.\"\n\n\"So is yours, lord.\"\n\nSparrowhawk passed his hand over his hair, surprised. \"So it is!– That was an insolence; but I seek no quarrel with these creatures. They seem mad or bewildered. They did not speak. Never have I met a dragon who did not speak before it struck, if only to torment its prey... Now we must go forward. Do not look them in the eye, Arren. Turn aside your face if you must. We'll go with the world's wind; it blows fair from the south, and I may need my art for other things. Hold her as she goes.\"\n\nLookfar moved forward and soon had on her left a distant island and on her right the twin isles they had seen first. These rose up into low cliffs, and all the stark rock was whitened with the droppings of the dragons and of the little, black-headed terns that nested fearlessly among them.\n\nThe dragons had flown up high, and circled in the upper air as vultures circle. Not one stooped down again to the boat. Sometimes they cried out to one another, high and harsh across the gulfs of air, but if there were words in their crying, Arren could not make them out." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'across' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boat rounded a short promontory, and he saw on the shore what he took for a moment to be a ruined fortress. It was a dragon. One black wing was bent under it and the other stretched out vast across the sand and into the water, so that the come and go of waves moved it a little to and fro in a mockery of flight. The long snake-body lay full length on the rock and sand. One foreleg was missing, the armor and flesh were torn from the great arch of the ribs, and the belly was torn open, so that the sand for yards about was blackened with the poisoned dragon-blood. Yet the creature still lived. So great a life is in dragons that only an equal power of wizardry can kill them swiftly. The green-gold eyes were open, and as the boat sailed by, the lean, huge head moved a little, and with a rattling hiss steam mixed with bloody spray shot from the nostrils.\n\nThe beach between the dying dragon and the sea's edge was tracked and scored by the feet and heavy bodies of his kind, and his entrails were trodden into the sand.\n\nNeither Arren nor Sparrowhawk spoke until they were well clear of that island and heading across the choppy, restless channel of the Dragons' Run, full of reefs and pinnacles and shapes of rock, toward the northern islands of the double chain. Then Sparrowhawk said, \"That was an evil sight,\" and his voice was bleak and cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do they... eat their own kind?\"\n\n\"No. No more than we do. They have been driven mad. Their speech has been taken from them. They who spoke before men spoke, they who are older than any living thing, the Children of Segoy -they have been driven to the dumb terror of the beasts. Ah! Kalessin! where have your wings borne you? Have you lived to see your race learn shame?\" His voice rang like struck iron, and he looked upward, searching the sky. But the dragons were behind, circling lower now above the rocky isles and the blood-stained beach, and overhead was nothing but the blue sky and the sun of noon.\n\nThere was then no man living who had sailed the Dragons' Run or seen it, except the Archmage. Twenty years before and more, he had sailed the length of it from east to west and back again. It was a nightmare and a marvel, to a sailor. The water was a maze of blue channels and green shoals, and among these, by hand and word and most vigilant care, he and Arren now picked their boat's way, between the rocks and reefs. Some of these lay low, under or half-under the wash of the waves, covered with anemone and barnacle and ribbony sea fern; like water-monsters, shelled or sinuous. Others stood up in cliff and pinnacle sheer from the sea, and these were arches and half-arches, carven towers, fantastic shapes of animals, boar's backs and serpent's heads, all huge, deformed, diffuse, as if life writhed half-conscious in the rock. The sea-waves beat on them with a sound like breathing, and they were wet with the bright, bitter spray." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In one such rock from the south there was plainly visible the hunched shoulders and heavy, noble head of a man, stooped in pondering thought above the sea; but when the boat had passed it, looking back from the north, all man was gone from it, and the massive rocks revealed a cave in which the sea rose and fell making a hollow, clapping thunder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There seemed to be a word, a syllable, in that sound. As they sailed on, the garbling echoes lessened and this syllable came more clearly, so that Arren said, \"Is there a voice in the cave?\"\n\n\"The sea's voice.\"\n\n\"But it speaks a word.\"\n\nSparrowhawk listened; he glanced at Arren and back at the cave. \"How do you hear it?\"\n\n\"As saying the sound ahm.\"\n\n\"In the Old Speech that signifies the beginning, or long ago. But I hear it as ohb, which is a way of saying the end. Look ahead there!\" he ended abruptly, even as Arren warned him, \"Shoal water!\" And, though Lookfar picked her way like a cat among the dangers, they were busy with the steering for some while, and slowly the cave forever thundering out its enigmatic word fell behind them.\n\nNow the water deepened, and they came out from among the phantasmagoria of the rocks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahead of them loomed an island like a tower. Its cliffs were black and made up of many cylinders or great pillars pressed together, with straight edges and plane surfaces, rising three hundred feet sheer from the water.\n\n\"That is the Keep of Kalessin,\" said the mage. \"So the dragons named it to me, when I was here long ago.\"\n\n\"Who is Kalessin?\"\n\n\"The eldest...\"\n\n\"Did he build this place?\"\n\n\"I do not know. I don't know if it was built. Nor how old he is. I say 'he,' but I do not even know that... To Kalessin, Orm Embar is like a yearling kid. And you and I are like mayflies.\" He scanned the terrific palisades, and Arren looked up at them uneasily, thinking how a dragon might drop from that far, black rim and be upon them almost with its shadow. But no dragon came. They passed slowly through the still waters in the lee of the rock, hearing nothing but the whisper and clap of shadowed waves on the columns of basalt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The water here was deep, without reef or rock; Arren handled the boat, and Sparrowhawk stood up in the prow, searching the cliffs and the bright sky ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The boat passed out at last from the shadow of the Keep of Kalessin into the sunlight of late afternoon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were across the Dragons' Run." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mage lifted his head, like one who sees what he had looked to see, and across that great space of gold before them came on golden wings the dragon Orm Embar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Arren heard Sparrowhawk's cry to him: Aro Kalessin?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He guessed the meaning of that, but could make no sense of what the dragon answered." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'could' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet hearing the Old Speech he felt always that he was on the point of understanding, almost understanding: as if it were a language he had forgotten, not one he had never known. In speaking it the mage's voice was much clearer than when he spoke Hardic, and seemed to make a kind of silence about it, as does the softest touch on a great bell. But the dragon's voice was like a gong, both deep and shrill, or the hissing thrum of cymbals.\n\nArren watched his companion stand there in the narrow prow, speaking with the monstrous creature that hovered above him filling half the sky; and a kind of rejoicing pride came into the boy's heart, to see how small a thing a man is, how frail and how terrible. For the dragon could have torn the man's head from his shoulders with one stroke of his taloned foot, he could have crushed and sunk the boat as a stone sinks a floating leaf, if it were only size that mattered. But Sparrowhawk was as dangerous as Orm Embar, and the dragon knew it.\n\nThe mage turned his head. \"Lebannen,\" he said, and the boy got up and came forward, though he wanted to go not one step closer to those fifteen-foot jaws and the long, slit-pupilled, yellow-green eyes that burned upon him from the air.\n\nSparrowhawk said nothing to him, but put a hand on his shoulder, and spoke again to the dragon, briefly.\n\n\"Lebannen,\" said the vast voice with no passion in it. \"Agni Lebannen!\"\n\nHe looked up; the pressure of the mage's hand reminded him, and he avoided the gaze of the greengold eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could not speak the Old Speech, but he was not dumb. \"I greet thee, Orm Embar, Lord Dragon,\" he said clearly, as one prince greets another.\n\nThen there was a silence, and Arren's heart beat hard and labored. But Sparrowhawk, standing by him, smiled.\n\nAfter that the dragon spoke again, and Sparrowhawk replied; and this seemed long to Arren. At last it was over, suddenly. The dragon sprang aloft with a wingbeat that all but heeled the boat over, and was off. Arren looked at the sun and found it seemed no nearer setting than before; the time had not really been long. But the mage's face was the color of wet ashes, and his eyes glittered as he turned to Arren. He sat down on the thwart.\n\n\"Well done, lad,\" he said hoarsely, \"It is not easy talking to dragons.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Arren got them food, for they had not eaten all day; and the mage said no more until they had eaten and drunk. By then the sun was low to the horizon, though in these northern latitudes, and not long past midsummer, night came late and slowly.\n\n\"Well,\" he said at last, \"Orm Embar has, after his fashion, told me much. He says that the one we seek is and is not on Selidor... It is hard for a dragon to speak plainly. They do not have plain minds. And even when one of them would speak the truth to a man, which is seldom, he does not know how truth looks to a man. So I asked him, 'Even as thy father Orm is on Selidor?' For as you know, there Orm and Erreth-Akbe died in their battle. And he answered, 'No and yes. You will find him on Selidor, but not on Selidor.'\" Sparrowhawk paused and pondered, chewing on a crust of hard bread. \"Maybe he meant that though the man is not on Selidor, yet I must go there to get to him. Maybe..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I asked him then of the other dragons. He said that this man has been among them, having no fear of them, for though killed he returns from death in his body, alive. Therefore they fear him as a creature outside nature. Their fear gives his wizardry hold over them, and he takes the Speech of the Making from them, leaving them prey to their own wild nature. So they devour one another or take their own lives, plunging into the sea – a loathly death for the fire-serpent, the beast of wind and fire. Then I said, 'Where is thy lord Kalessin?' and all he would answer was, 'In the West,' which might mean that Kalessin has flown away to the other lands, which dragons say lie farther than ever ship has sailed; or it may not mean that.\n\n\"So then I ceased my questions, and he asked his, saying, 'I flew over Kaltuel returning north, and over the Toringates. On Kaltuel I saw villagers killing a baby on an altar stone, and on Ingat I saw a sorcerer killed by his towns folk throwing stones at him. Will they eat the baby, think you, Ged? Will the sorcerer come back from death and throw stones at his towns folk?' I thought he mocked me and was about to speak in anger, but he was not mocking. He said, 'The sense has gone out of things. There is a hole in the world and the sea is running out of it. The light is running out. We will be left in the dry land. There will be no more speaking and no more dying.' So at last I saw what he would say to me.\"\n\nArren did not see it, and moreover was sorely troubled. For Sparrowhawk, in repeating the dragon's words, had named himself by his own true name, unmistakably. This brought unwelcome into Arren's mind the memory of that tormented woman of Lorbanery crying out, \"My name is Akaren!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the powers of wizardry, and of music, and speech, and trust, were weakening and withering among men, if an insanity of fear was coming on them so that, like the dragons bereft of reason, they turned on each other to destroy: if all this were so, would his lord escape it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was he so strong?\n\nHe did not look strong, sitting hunched over his supper of bread and smoked fish, with hair greyed and fire-singed, and slight hands, and a tired face.\n\nYet the dragon feared him.\n\n\"What irks you, lad?\"\n\nOnly the truth would do, with him.\n\n\"My lord, you spoke your name.\"\n\n\"Oh, aye. I forgot I had not done so earlier. You will need my true name, if we go where we must go.\" He looked up, chewing, at Arren \"Did you think I grew senile and went about babbling my name, like old bleared men past sense and shame? Not yet, lad!\"\n\n\"No,\" said Arren, so confused that he could say nothing else. He was very weary; the day had been long, and full of dragons. And the way ahead grew dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Arren,\" said the mage.– \"No; Lebannen: where we go, there is no hiding. There all bear their own true names.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The dead cannot be hurt,\" said Arren somberly.\n\n\"But it is not only there, not in death only, that men take their names. Those who can be most hurt, the most vulnerable: those who have given love and do not take it back, they speak each other's names. The faithful-hearted, the givers of life... You are worn out, lad. Lie down and sleep. There's nothing to do now but keep the course all night. And by morning we shall see the last island of the world.\"\n\nIn his voice was an insuperable gentleness. Arren curled up in the prow, and sleep began to come into him at once. He heard the mage begin a soft, almost whispering chant, not in the Hardic tongue but in the words of the Making; and as he began to understand at last and to remember what the words meant, just before he understood them, he fell fast asleep.\n\nSilently the mage stowed away their bread and meat, looked to the lines, made all trim in the boat, and then, taking the guide-line of the sail in hand and sitting down on the after-thwart, he set the magewind strong in the sail. Tireless, Lookfar sped north, an arrow over the sea.\n\nHe looked down at Arren. The boy's sleeping face was lit red-gold by the long sunset, the rough hair was wind-stirred. The soft, easy, princely look of the boy who had sat by the fountain of the Great House a few months since was gone; this was a thinner face, harder, and much stronger. But it was not less beautiful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have found none to follow in my way,\" Ged the Archmage said aloud to the sleeping boy or to the empty wind." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"None but thee. And thou must go thy way, not mine. Yet will thy kingship be, in part, my own. For I knew thee first. I knew thee flrst! They will praise me more for that in afterdays than for any thing I did of magery... If there will be after-days. For first we two must stand upon the balance-point, the very fulcrum of the world. And if I fall, you fall, and all the rest... For a while, for a while. No darkness lasts forever. And even there, there are stars... Oh, but I should like to see thee crowned in Havnor, and the sunlight shining on the Tower of the Sword and on the Ring we brought for thee from Atuan, from the dark tombs, Tenar and I, before ever thou wast born!\"\n\nHe laughed then, and turning to face the north, he said to himself in the common tongue, \"A goatherd to set the heir of Morred on his throne! Will I never learn?\"\n\nPresently, as he sat with the guide-rope in his hand and watched the full sail strain reddened in the last light of the west, he spoke again softly. \"Not In Havnor would I be and not in Roke. It is time to be done with power. To drop the old toys and go on. It is time that I went home. I would see Tenar. I would see Ogion and speak with him before he dies, in the house on the cliffs of Re Albi. I crave to walk on the mountain, the mountain of Gont, in the forests, in the autumn when the leaves are bright. There is no kingdom like the forests. It is time I went there, went in silence, went alone. And maybe there I would learn at last what no act or art or power can teach me, what I have never learned.\"\n\nThe whole west blazed up in a fury and glory of red, so that the sea was crimson and the sail above it bright as blood; and then the night came quietly on. All that night long the boy slept and the man waked, gazing forward steadily into the dark. There were no stars." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's work on this story segment. I'll provide a part, and you'll continue with six sentences in the style of Alastair Reynolds. This is science fiction genre and characters might appear without introduction." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I climbed the iron ladder up to the top of Doctor Meninx's immersion tank. Beneath my feet, the grilled decking throbbed with the ceaseless labour of pumps and filtration systems. Under the grillework was bottle-green glass, thick enough to afford only murky glimpses of the floating occupant. I moved forward to the front of the tank and knelt down. I unfastened toggles and folded back a section of decking on squealing hinges until it lay flat against another part, revealing an access cover in the top of the tank. Steadying myself so as not to topple over the side, I gave the cover a hefty anticlockwise twist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After several rotations I was able to swing it open away from me.\n\nUnder the cover was a circular hole bored clean through the glass, which was as thick as my hand, and under the glass was dark, bubbling liquid. I adjusted my position until I could put my face into the hole and into the water. It was not actually water, I knew, but rather a blood-warm chemical concoction that not only supported Doctor Meninx against gravity and allowed him to breathe, but also provided him with various nutrient functions, absorbed through his skin and those internal membranes with which it came into contact.\n\nMy poorly focused eyes peered into that nutrient soup and made out something: a large, dark form, barnacled in places, tapering at the front, with the suggestive gleam of eyes set into trenches along the side of what I chose to think of as the head. They might not have been eyes at all, but rather some other highly specialised sensory organ, or maybe even just a functionless growth of some kind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I think I saw a limb or flipper emerging from his flanks, but since I was looking into even deeper darkness at that point, I could not be sure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With my face submerged to the ears, I said, 'I'm here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What is it you so badly needed to tell me in person, Doctor?'\n\n'It concerns Hesperus.' His voice was a gurgling rumble that I could just about understand. 'What else?'\n\nI pulled my face out and sneezed, then pushed it back into the broth again. 'What's he done to annoy you now?'\n\n'I found out something about him. It was by accident, but my intentions were good." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wished to discuss something with him, to soothe the troubled waters between us--'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I can just see you soothing troubled waters, Doctor.'\n\n'Believe what you will. I know only that I wished to establish some common ground, so that we could at least be civil to each other during the rest of the journey. I made my way to the cabin you've given him. Have you ever visited him in his cabin, Campion?'\n\n'Now and then. Why?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Have you announced your intention before arriving?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Have you told him to expect a visit?'" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'can't' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had to sneeze and pinch my nose again before I could answer. I kept my eyes shut now as his fluid was starting to irritate them.\n\n'Can't say I remember either way.'\n\n'If you were to attempt to surprise him, I don't think you'd succeed. His senses are more acute than we give him credit for. I'm sure he knows when you're on your way, by the cues you give off - the electrical field of your body, the noises you can't help making, the chemical signature of those forty thousand skin cells flaking off you every second you breathe.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Your point being?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I don't give off those signals. I mean, my avatar doesn't. It's a machine, but not like him. I don't think he feels it even when it's near. He certainly doesn't hear it coming.'\n\nIt was true: the avatar was silent as a ghost, except when it spoke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even then there was something whispery and spectral about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'So you surprised him. What happened?'\n\n'When I came through the door - which was not locked - he was seated at a table, preoccupied with something. It was strange to see him like that, but I suppose tables are as useful to robots as they are to humans - especially if those robots take pains to make themselves look like men.' The water gurgled suddenly, as if Doctor Meninx had drawn an especially deep breath. 'I could not see what he was doing, except that he had both arms on the table, and there were pieces of gold metal around them - curved parts, like the plates that make up his armour.'\n\nI had an uncomfortable feeling now. 'Go on.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I announced my arrival, as politeness dictated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was only then that he noticed I was there. Have you ever seen a machine startled, Campion? I advise you to experience it once for yourself. It's a very singular thing to witness.'\n\nI had to take my head out for several seconds now, wiping green scum from my cheeks, pushing lank hair back from my eyes. 'I'd be startled if you crept up on me,' I said when I had returned to the fluid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'But would you have something you didn't want me to see?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hesperus did. In the instant he became aware of my presence, his arms moved with astonishing speed. They became a blur of gold. The metal pieces that were on the table vanished as if they had not existed. We both know what happened to them, of course.'\n\n'Do we?'\n\n'They were part of his armour--the casing for the left arm, I believe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The arm that is thicker than the other one, as if there is something under it, something he is hiding.'\n\n'He's a robot. What could he possibly want to hide from us? That he's got machines and things under all that armour? Weapons? He is a weapon, Doctor Meninx. If he wanted to do something nasty to us, he could have done it already.'\n\n'He was hiding something. I saw it.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'You saw what he was hiding?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I saw that he was hiding something. What the thing was ... I did not get a good look.'\n\nI knew he was lying, or unwilling to admit the truth to himself. He had seen something. He just did not wish to look foolish by saying it aloud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Look,' I said, trying to strike a reasonable note, 'it wouldn't make any sense for him to be hiding something inside that arm, would it? If he had something to conceal, he wouldn't draw attention to it by making one arm thicker than the other. He'd have made both arms the same size - that way, we wouldn't have noticed anything odd about him.'\n\n'But you admit it is peculiar.'\n\n'I admit there's a puzzle, nothing more. For all we know, he was damaged and had to swap his old arm for one from a different robot, which is why they don't match.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'They aren't robots in that sense, Campion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He's a machine at least as sophisticated as any ship you've ever seen. They can be any shape they wish. If he damaged part of himself, he could easily repair it so that it matched seamlessly with the rest of him. If he was forced to incorporate external parts, he could adapt those as well.'\n\n'So perhaps we caught him halfway through a transformation. He got damaged, had to graft a new arm on, and now he's making it fit in better with the rest of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That's what you caught him doing: tinkering with his arm.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Why would that startle him?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Because it's private? Neither of us has any idea what goes on in his head.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I do. Nothing at all is what goes in there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just dumb computation, the endless shuffling of symbols.'\n\n'In which case he can't very well have been startled, can he?'\n\n'I'm not telling you this for my health, you know. He may not be conscious, but he can plot and scheme like a fox. He may just be following a program laid down thousands of years ago. But if that program instructs him to do something devious, something against your best interests ... are you just going to pretend it can't happen?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'What are you suggesting I should do?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Confront him, before it's too late." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Find out what he really has under that armour.'\n\n'You make it sound as if you're expecting to find a bomb.'\n\n'I didn't see a bomb.'\n\n'So what did you see, Doctor?'\n\n'Skin,' he said. 'Human skin, as I live and breathe.'\n\n'That just isn't possible.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I know what I saw, Campion." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your guest is not what he claims to be. The only remaining question is: what are you going to do about it?'" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Add 9 sentences maintaining established character/world familiarity. Genres: science fiction. Elements: AIs." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'shuttle' must be used 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hesperus turned from the console aboard my shuttle and shook his magnificent golden head. 'It isn't good, Purslane.'\n\n'Could the shuttle have been damaged when we tried to escape?'\n\n'I doubt that there is anything at fault with either the sending or receiving apparatus. Most likely, Silver Wings is blocking her signals, or obstructing the return signal from Neume or from the ships that we may be certain are following us.'\n\n'It's just a shuttle,' I said, wondering how he could be sure that we were being pursued. We could not have been under way for more than three hours, by my reckoning. The Line took that long to have breakfast sometimes. 'Nobody ever imagined it would need to send a signal across more than a few seconds, or through another ship's drive field,' I said, gloom rising in me like a black tide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing was going to daunt my companion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I asked you to give some thought to moving to one of the other craft, if it could serve us better either as a place of sanctuary or a means of escape. Have you made a shortlist?'\n\nTiredness was beginning to dull my thoughts. It was still only early evening by Neume time, but I felt as if I had lived through several days since the robots' takeover. 'There are some possibilities.'\n\nHesperus crossed his massive gold arms. 'Good. Tell me about them.'\n\n'There's a ship about two kilometres up-bay, back in the direction we came from.'\n\n'So even further from the door?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Afraid so. But I've thought about all the ships in the bay and this is the one I keep coming back to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's as if it's telling me to take shelter inside.'\n\n'Can it keep us alive indefinitely?'\n\n'It's an old ark, built by nascents. Some other civilisation found it drifting and refitted it with a stardrive and a few other bits and pieces. It should be able to send a signal beyond Silver Wings. It'll have power and functioning makers.'\n\n'Abeyance devices?'\n\n'I think so.'\n\n'You think so.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I'm trying my best, Hesperus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's been a while since I was last inside, but yes, there should be caskets - something I can use, anyway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I don't know about you.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I'll manage. We should leave now, before Cadence and Cascade turn their minds to us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Is there a maker inside this shuttle?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Only a small one. What were you thinking of?'\n\n'I was hoping we might be able to make you a spacesuit, assuming there isn't one already aboard.'\n\n'A spacesuit?'\n\n'You may need one. We can't whisk to the other ship, and we can't count on the presence of air in your cargo bay.'\n\nI blinked hard. 'I can't remember the last time I wore a spacesuit. No, wait ... I got into one when I visited the Vigilance--'\n\n'That was Campion, if I'm not mistaken.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Memory bleed. No, the maker won't be able to help us - it would have to assemble the suit in pieces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There might be one tucked away in the back hold, I suppose.'\n\n'Do you consider it likely?'\n\n'Not at all. A ship like this, you'd only ever need a spacesuit once in a million years.'\n\n'Welcome to that moment. Go and look for a suit, but only spend two minutes doing so. If you haven't found one by then, we leave anyway.'\n\nI went and looked, but in my hearts of hearts I knew it was hopeless. This ship had logged billions of hours of safe flight without ever putting its passengers in the embarrassing position of needing spacesuits.\n\n'Once we are in the ark,' Hesperus said, 'it may be problematic to return here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Let us be certain that we are leaving behind nothing of value; nothing that can't be fabricated by the ark's makers.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'There isn't anything. We don't even have an energy-pistol to our name.'\n\n'Then we leave now. Give me explicit directions to the ship in question. Describe it well, and describe the boarding procedure.'\n\nI did as I was asked. Hesperus nodded slowly. 'Yes. I remember passing that ship as we attempted our escape. There was a door thirty-eight metres from the bow. Are you certain it will permit me to enter?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'There are no security seals in place. Why should there be? We're on my ship.'\n\n'It was necessary to ask.' Hesperus returned his attention to the console. 'Go to the door and wait for me. I will be with you in a moment.'\n\n'What are you doing?' I asked, as his hands worked the controls again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I am increasing power to the drive.'\n\nI felt the shuttle buck in its restraints. 'We tried that. It didn't work.'\n\n'I'll explain when we're on our way. There isn't time now.'\n\nBy the time I had lowered the ramp and made my way to the docking catwalk, Hesperus was done. I could hear the warning alarm sounding from the console. The shuttle was straining, but going nowhere.\n\n'What did you just do?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He strode down the ramp and palmed the control to retract it back into the shuttle and seal it from the outside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Let me carry you. The quicker we reach the ark, the better. We are almost certainly being observed.'\n\n'This does nothing for my dignity.'\n\n'That makes two of us.' Hesperus cradled me and accelerated quickly into his superhuman sprint, heading in the direction of the ark. His legs became a blur of gold, but the ride was as smooth as if we were levitating.\n\n'Hesperus, what did you do to the engine?'\n\n'As I have already mentioned, we are almost certainly being pursued." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shuttle's motor is now working against Silver Wings ' parametric engine, causing a tiny decrease in drive efficiency.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'You're right - it's tiny. That's like trying to slow down an ocean liner by dipping a twig in the water.'\n\n'Nonetheless, we have many twigs.'\n\n'I don't understand.'\n\n'The bay is full of ships. When we are safely aboard the ark, I shall endeavour to turn on as many engines as possible. Even if I am only able to activate a few, it may negate Silver Wings ' drive efficiency by as much as one or two per cent.'\n\n'That's not going to make Cadence and Cascade very happy.'\n\n'And if I could think of something to make them even less happy, I would do it.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hesperus paused, then said, 'Oh dear.'" }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'pressure' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"'Oh dear\" what?'\n\n'I just detected a micro-change in the air pressure.'\n\nI looked behind him, back the way we had come. The bay door was beginning to open again, inching upward to reveal a narrow crack of interstellar space.\n\n'The pressure curtain--' I said.\n\n'They've deactivated it. Take a series of deep breaths, Purslane. I believe we are about to lose our atmosphere.'\n\nThe squall hit us a moment later with the force of nearly fifty cubic kilometres of air draining into vacuum. A noise that began quietly and distantly gradually increased in power until it was the sound of the universe being torn in two." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We still had at least a kilometre to go. I tried to speak, but I could not hear my own voice above the howl of the escaping air. Hesperus cradled me tighter and contracted his upper body around me, his legs seeming to move even faster. The gale became a solid wall of resistance, one that would have swept me into space had I not been anchored to Hesperus. I had no idea how he was keeping himself from being blown away - his feet must have been binding themselves to the catwalk with every tread.\n\nFrom somewhere in the distance I heard a sound that, as impossible as it seemed, was even louder than the wind's roar. Through slitted eyes I saw one of my ships tumbling towards us, torn loose from its moorings. It was wheeling end over end, smashing into the larger vehicles which were still anchored. It was only a runabout, but it would pulverise us if it came our way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just as I was thinking that, the loose ship jarred another one and sent that drifting, picking up speed as the wind tugged at its hull." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'spinning' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The runabout dashed itself against the hull of an Eleventh Intercessionary scow, shattering like an old-boned carcass. Something came spinning towards us out of the wreck. I turned my head instinctively, as if that would do the slightest good. Hesperus let go of me with one arm, taking my full weight with the other, and I saw a flash of gold as he batted aside the spinning object. The remains of the runabout tumbled past, followed by the second ship it had knocked loose. I turned back in time to see the wreckage slip through the open door, and then I had to close my eyes against the stinging wind. I took another breath, and the air was thinner and colder than it had been before. The chamber was emptying itself even faster, as the door opened to its fullest extent. Then I took another breath and my lungs closed on nothing, like a fist reaching for a handhold that was no longer there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I must have blacked out, although I do not remember the slide into unconsciousness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But when I came around, Hesperus was kneeling over me and we were somewhere warm and white and silent, somewhere with gravity, and I could breathe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'We are in the ark. You lost consciousness, but I do not think any great damage was done. Do you feel all right?'\n\n'No.'\n\n'Perhaps that was not the best way to phrase the question.'\n\n'I'll mend. How long was I out?'\n\n'A few minutes, but you were only without air for ninety seconds. I was able to work the door as you instructed.' Hesperus patted the white wall behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'You chose well, Purslane." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This ship will serve as our sanctuary, for now at least.'\n\nHe helped me stand, his hands as gentle as a lover's.\n\n'Are we all right now?'\n\n'The ark has brought itself to life, so there is definitely power. All indications suggest that there is now a hard vacuum beyond the door. The rest will be revealed once you have shown me to the control centre.'\n\n'I think the bridge is this way,' I said, indicating a passageway.\n\n'Then lead on.'\n\nWe walked through the ark, taking twisting and turning white corridors until we reached the dome-shaped bulge above her whale-like bows where the bridge was situated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Along the way we passed the ancient galleries that would once have held sleepers, ranked row upon row like stone figurines on a cathedral wall. Now all that remained were the coffin-shaped alcoves where the sleeper equipment had once fitted. The civilisation that had converted the ark - nearly as forgotten as the one that had made the ship in the first place - had intended the galleries to be used for freight or recreation, widening the doors accordingly. Other galleries had been filled with the elephantine machinery of the ark's stardrive and associated systems, which filled fully a third of the available volume. I could not remember whether her remaining cargo holds were empty, or crammed with more of my junk.\n\nThe bridge was a circular room with a low, dish-shaped ceiling. Padded, lounge-like seats in white leather surrounded a circular command core, with a transparent display sphere poised above it. Branching white control stalks emerged from the core, ending in squeezable bulbs or delicate, trigger-like grips. Illumination was provided by floating baubles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were no windows - the walls were blank except for patterns stencilled in pale lilac." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost everything in the room was white, with an almost total absence of shadows or contrast.\n\n'Do you mind?' Hesperus asked, gesturing to one of the waiting seats.\n\n'Go ahead. See what you can find out.'\n\nI stood behind him as he settled into the seat and took the controls. Almost immediately, portions of the white floor folded upwards to form display panels, bending and tilting to present themselves to Hesperus. Acres of dense red text and diagrams flowed obligingly into place. The language was a fussy series of squared-off pictograms.\n\n'Ring any bells?' I asked warily.\n\n'I've seen it before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It'll just take a moment to retrieve the translation filters from deep memory.'\n\n'Great. I kept meaning to convert all these ships to Line control standards, but I just never got around to it.'\n\n'That'll teach you.'\n\n'Teach me what?'\n\n'Never put off until the next million years what you can do during this million.' After dispensing this advice, Hesperus fell silent, his hands twitching and the text and diagrams slamming past in a pink blur, impossibly fast.\n\n'Give me some good news,' I asked after a while.\n\n'Well, there is power, as we already deduced. The important thing is that there is more than enough for our needs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The stardrive reports operational readiness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Life support appears to be functioning normally. We have inertia control and impassors. We have real-thrust engines, for taxiing to clear space. If there were no obstacles to our egress, we could take this ark out of the bay immediately.'\n\nI scratched my neck. 'So why don't we?'\n\n'Cadence and Cascade have complete control, Purslane. They opened the door with the intention of killing you. Now that the air is gone, I have every confidence that they will have restored the curtain and sealed the bay again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We wouldn't get very far, I'm afraid.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'We could try.'\n\n'We would die in the process. At least for now we are alive, with options.'\n\n'And they would be ...'\n\n'We can inconvenience our hosts by slowing down your ship. You will need to furnish me with a list of those vessels that have working parametric engines. There are too many for me to visit the entire contents of the bay.'\n\n'I can do that. What other options do we have?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'We will attempt to contact our pursuers, and thereby determine our position, speed and approximate heading." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then we may begin to speculate as to the nature of this undertaking.'\n\n'We're heading back to Machine Space.'\n\n'Yes,' he said, distractedly.\n\n'You sound as if you're not sure of that.'\n\n'I am sure of nothing, Purslane. It has been a long time since I left the Monoceros Ring, but nothing in my experience suggested a widespread appetite for war. Quite the opposite. Most reasoning thinkers wanted nothing but peace and prosperity, for both our meta-civilisations. I was sent to investigate anomalous records in the Vigilance archive, for the sake of completeness and curiosity. I was not sent to make war or enemies.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I realised this was the first time he had spoken with any certainty of his mission." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Then what about Cadence and Cascade?'\n\n'They may have been sent by another faction within the Machine People. What their agenda is, I cannot yet say.'\n\n'But you have ideas.'\n\n'I have pieces. Fragments of ideas. And one very large, very disturbing truth, which I will soon be obliged to reveal to you.'\n\n'Tell me what they sent you for,' I said, with a sense that the world was about to spring open a trapdoor under my feet.\n\nHesperus made a few further adjustments to the controls, but did not answer my question. 'I have secured the external doors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing will be able to enter without the use of force.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'That's not particularly reassuring under the circumstances.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I will not overstate our chances." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If they have access to Silver Wings ' systems, they will be able to forge weapons and devices of vast penetrating force. But we have makers as well. We can defend ourselves. And, ultimately, we have an option they do not.'\n\nI heard something ominous in his tone. 'Which is?'\n\n'We can destroy this ark. If the engine were to self-destruct, I doubt that any containment system would be able to stop the detonation before it touched every other ship in this hold - not even if Silver Wings tried to place an impassor around her bay.'\n\n'Then we have a way of hurting them.' I did not need to state the dark corollary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'It would be instantaneous, Purslane." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you were afraid, I could complete the operation while you were in abeyance.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Well, let's not jump the gun on that plan just yet.'\n\n'I just want to make sure we both understand what we are capable of doing.'\n\n'I get it. Will Cadence and Cascade work it out as well?'\n\n'They will know we are capable of it. Whether they think we will do it is another question entirely.'\n\n'Do you think they know we're still alive?'\n\n'They know that I am still functioning, and that you were alive until you lost consciousness. I do not think they are capable of monitoring our activities inside this ark.'\n\n'They'll see you when you leave.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I'll move fast, alter my coloration and endeavour to use the ships and other obstructions for concealment.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I'll need time to come up with that list. If I had access to my trove--'\n\n'I have confidence in your abilities.' His tone became brisk, business-like. 'Now - with your permission, I shall bring the ark's engine to taxiing power. I will not risk a greater application of pseudo-thrust for fear that the ship would break itself free of its docking cradle.'\n\n'Do it,' I said, standing back while he worked.\n\nHesperus coaxed the slumbering engine into life, warming it for the first time in tens of subjective millennia. Many ships would have balked at such a demand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For the ark, which had been outfitted for a long and venerable existence in its second life, this was not an unreasonable request." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The red writing and symbols flowed onto white panels that had previously been blank, a series of chimes sounded and there was a momentary surging sensation that had me grabbing for support. Then there was only a distant throbbing, not so much a sound as a subsonic impression. Silver Wings was bending space in one direction, surfing the distortion; the ark was trying to flatten it out again.\n\n'Do you think they'll notice?'\n\n'Undoubtedly. They'll notice the effect even more when I've performed the same trick with a few more ships.'\n\nI thought of the list he wanted from me. I could name some of the ships already, but I did not want him to leave until I was as sure as I could be that I had remembered them all.\n\n'I need something to write down the names and positions.'\n\n'Simply state them aloud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will remember everything of importance.' He made another delicate adjustment to the console, causing a new series of chimes to sound. 'I have activated the ark's hailing transmitter, at full strength. I have put it on a cycling frequency sweep so that it stands the best chance of penetrating the bay walls and the wake distortion behind us. The ship will inform us if it receives a return signal.'\n\n'There may not be anyone behind us.'\n\n'Do you think Campion would let you go without an explanation?'\n\n'He'd need Betony's permission to come after me.'\n\n'I rather doubt that would have stopped him.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'You're right. It wouldn't.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thought that Campion might be out there cheered me on one level, but chilled me on another. I wanted him safe and sound somewhere, not risking his existence for my sake. 'Hesperus,' I said, hesitantly, 'what you were saying just now, about a disturbing truth - are you ready to talk about it yet?'\n\nHe stood from the controls, having done everything necessary for the time being. 'It's not as if there will ever be a good time.'\n\n'So let's make it now.'\n\nHe considered my request for a moment, then gestured towards one of the padded white chairs. 'Take a seat, Purslane..'\n\n'Why?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Because you are in a state of acute mental fragility, and what I am about to reveal to you will in no way bolster your strength of mind.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I'm all right. I'm not going to faint.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Sit.'\n\nI sat down.\n\nHesperus stood before me, his arms crossed. 'I am not Hesperus,' he said.\n\nI let out a small, involuntary laugh. 'What do you mean, you're not Hesperus? I know you. I took you to the Spirit. I brought you back.'\n\n'I chose my words unwisely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was Hesperus. Now I am something more than Hesperus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hesperus is a part of what I am, a vital part, a treasured part, but not the sum of me. I am as much the man Abraham Valmik as I am the machine Hesperus.'\n\nI felt cold, suddenly uncertain of my safety. 'Stop talking like this.'\n\n'I can only express the truth. The Spirit no longer exists on Neume. Everything that it was, everything that it ever knew, everything it ever felt or witnessed, is now part of me.'\n\nI shook my head in flat denial. 'That isn't possible. The Spirit was still there when we left.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I left behind an empty shell, without a consciousness. It will continue to drift through the atmosphere, going through the old motions. But it is not me. I am in this golden body now. It was time to move on, to become compact once more. I am Abraham Valmik. I was once a man, then I became the Spirit of the Air. Now I am close to being a man again.'\n\nI struggled to process what I had just been told." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Out of all the millennia, all the centuries, all the long days - why would the Spirit choose this one to move on?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Why leave, when you were safe?' I asked. 'Nothing could touch you down there. Now you could be killed at any moment, if Cadence and Cascade decide to wipe us out.'\n\n'That is a risk. On balance, though, I saw that I had no choice. A time of great stability, lasting millions of years, is coming to an end. There was no guarantee that Neume would be any safer than here, aboard this ship.'\n\n'What do you know?'\n\n'Everything. Everything and nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I mentioned disturbing news, Purslane. What I have just told you, the information concerning my identity, may seem disturbing to you. But it is not the news to which I was referring.'\n\nI sank back into the seat. 'Whatever it is, I'm ready for it.'\n\n'When Hesperus was brought to me - a truly conscious being, albeit a broken one - he catalysed a change. It must have been imminent, poised to happen, for quite some time. Perhaps I had begun a slow process of waking, a slow realisation that it was time to gather myself and move on. But had I - Hesperus - not been brought to me - Valmik - I would still be in that state of delayed transition, like a sleeper trying to rouse himself from the coils of a lovely and seductive dream, one where the colours and emotions are brighter and stronger than they ever are in the waking world.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'We had to help him.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'It was an act of singular kindness. We are both grateful, Purslane. But now you need to know the whole story.'\n\nMy throat was tight. There was acid in my belly. 'Go on.'\n\n'Machine People never came to Neume. Hesperus was the first, or at least the first to come into my presence. But when he came, when I took his broken body into myself, I remembered something. It was an experience that had happened so long ago that I could not truthfully distinguish it from a figment of my own imagination." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But when I picked apart Hesperus's memory, I found the key that unlocked the truthfulness of my recollection.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He paused and regarded me with all the intensity of expression his golden mask was capable of. 'He was not the first.'\n\n'You said no other Machine People had come before him.'\n\n'That is correct. A million years after the Golden Hour, four million years before the Machine People, there were others.'\n\n'Other what?'\n\n'Another machine civilisation. Another race of intelligent, conscious robots.'\n\n'No,' I said, with a burning conviction. 'I know my history. Nothing like the Machine People ever arose before them.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'That is what you believe to be true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the Vigilance discovered evidence to the contrary. It found the remains of this robot civilisation on several worlds, scattered across galactic space. The evidence had been misinterpreted; it was assumed that the Priors had been responsible. The Vigilance detected anomalies in the official explanation - the temporal evidence did not fit the Prior hypothesis - and flagged the matter for further investigation. When news of this puzzle reached Machine Space, I was dispatched to penetrate the Vigilance and learn the extent of their knowledge.'\n\nYour mission.'\n\n'Around the same time - within a circuit or so - Campion must have entered the Vigilance and compiled his report for Gentian Line. Campion's strand must have mentioned this selfsame anomaly, even if that was simply one bright gem in a treasure chest of intelligence. But that gem is where all this began, Purslane." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Campion delivered this strand, the wheels of a great and terrible process were set in motion." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'anomaly'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That is why you were ambushed, two hundred kilo-years later.'\n\n'All this because of an anomaly in the Vigilance's data?'\n\n'Because of the significance of that anomaly - to humanity, to the Machine People, and most especially to Gentian Line.'\n\nI reeled, struggling to take all this in. It was not just difficult for me to accept the emergence of another machine civilisation, when the history books said otherwise. I had lived through that history, seen it within my own eyes. I remembered all the twists and turns, all the savage bottlenecks. I could reel off the names of a hundred thousand turnover cultures without stopping for breath. There was no room in that litany of known events for something as momentous as the coming of living machines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I don't get it, Hesperus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How does this have anything to do with Gentian Line? And if those machines existed, why don't I remember them? How did they manage to come and go without leaving a dent in history?'\n\n'They didn't.'\n\n'I don't understand.'\n\n'They left their mark on history. They left many marks. But one by one, systematically and with great thoroughness, the marks were erased.'\n\n'By the machines?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'They were already extinct.'" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Then who did it?'\n\nHesperus waited a moment, then said, with infinite gentleness, as if he had no wish to cause me pain or anguish, 'The House of Suns was the secret Line tasked to keep this knowledge buried. You and every shatterling of the Commonality played a part in bringing it into existence. When you were ambushed, it was your own dark instrument turning against you.'" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand on this story segment like Alastair Reynolds would, staying true to the science fiction genre. Characters may have existing backgrounds." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hesperus paced up and down the white bridge of the ark as I dredged information from my memory, his restless motion quite uncharacteristic of the robot I thought I knew. All I wanted was to talk about the earlier machine civilisation, to find out everything he knew and learn what part we had played in their demise. It had been good to talk to Campion - I felt as if a small, warm flame was burning inside me where before there had been only an unlit void - but Hesperus's revelation was still dominating my thoughts to the exclusion of almost everything else.\n\n'How did you - whoever I'm talking to, Hesperus or Valmik - know about the extinction? If the Machine People were already aware of it, wouldn't they have told us about it hundreds of thousands of years ago?'\n\n'The Machine People didn't know about the earlier race. When they emerged on the galactic scene, they assumed that the existing historical record - as related to them by human envoys - was largely accurate. That's not to say that they didn't anticipate errors and untruths. But they had no reason to expect that history had been rewritten on such a scale, with such systematic intention. For the entire lifetime of my people, we have believed that we were the first true machine intelligence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soon it will be common knowledge that this was not the case.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'You still haven't told me how you knew.'\n\n'Because machines came to me, when I was young.'\n\n'I was talking to Hesperus. Now it's Valmik. Right?'\n\n'We're both here, two faces behind one mask. I'm sorry if I confuse you, but to me it's perfectly natural to switch from one strand of my existence to the other. I am two rivers that have merged into one being, at the confluence.' Hesperus slowed his pacing. 'More than five million years ago, long after the Golden Hour but long before I came to Neume, thinking machines found me. I was a novelty to them - huge and slow and wondrous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were equally novel to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I saw immediately what they were: human technology that had become haunted, possessed by quick, gleaming cleverness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had seen smart machines before then, but nothing with the agility and cunning of true intelligence. I knew instantly that these creatures were a different order of machine. Some alchemy of chaos and complexity had given their minds powers of consciousness and free will.'\n\n'What happened to them?'\n\n'They told me that they wanted to make contact with human meta-civilisation. Since I had been human once, they hoped I might act as an intermediary, smoothing the diplomatic waters. I urged caution. I had already seen dozens of empires come and go, blossoming and fading like lilies on a pond, over and over, seasons without end. Many of those empires were benevolent and welcoming, but others were inimical to all outside influences. It made no difference to their longevity. The kind empires withered and waned as quickly as the hostile ones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But there was a kind of stability, above and beyond planetary life.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'The Lines,' I said, with fascinated dread.\n\n'It made perfect sense for the machines to deal with them rather than any of those fractious, ephemeral turnover civilisations. Once they had established harmonious relations with the Commonality - which already existed by then - the Lines could broker contact between the robots and those cultures they deemed sufficiently stable and open-minded. Piece by piece, humankind would be introduced to its new robot companions. Both sides would prosper in the new alliance. The robots, with their cool, non-partisan detachment from human politics, might form a moderating influence, calming the endless cycle of turnover, bringing a new era of tranquillity to galactic affairs. Likewise, the robots had much to gain from contact with human societies - access to the arts and sciences of a million worlds and a million years of human civilisation. Art and science fascinated them above all else. They were curious, ravenously so, but there was something about their minds that kept them from being truly creative. The only genuinely innovative act they had ever achieved was to come into existence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After that, intelligent as they were, they could do nothing but ask questions. Supplying answers required intuitive leaps that they just couldn't make.'\n\n'Then they weren't like the Machine People.'\n\n'No. The machines that came later - millions of years down the line - had something the first wave lacked. But perhaps that was only because the first civilisation was never given enough time to invent creativity for itself. In the end, with enough shuffling of mental permutations, it might have found the missing ingredient.'\n\n'But they never got that chance.'\n\n'To start with, the robots were made royally welcome. They were an intriguing new development, a kink in history's road that no one had predicted. Humans had resigned themselves to never having to share the galaxy with another species." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was both a blessing and a curse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It meant unlimited room for expansion, unlimited scope for raw materials, but it also meant enduring the deathliest of silences. Yes, humanity fractured into a million daughter species, some of which were scarcely recognisable to each other. But scratch beneath the scales, the fur, the tin armour, they were still humans at the core, and no amount of primate babble could ever drown out that silence completely. But now there was company. Granted, the robots had only arisen as a consequence of human activities, but on every level that mattered, they might as well have been aliens. Their minds ran on radically different algorithms. For all their strangenesses, they weren't unwelcome, to begin with. The robots were few in number and confined to a compact volume of space, safely distant from any old-growth civilisations. They showed no expansionist ambitions. To humanity, an only child growing up in an ancient, demon-haunted house, it was like discovering a new friend to play with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And for a little while, that was what the relationship resembled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But then it turned sour.'\n\nAncient memories chimed in my head, struck like dusty bells. I thought of a house with rooms beyond number, and a companion who sometimes came to that house.\n\n'What happened?'\n\n'What so often does in these situations. What began as a creeping, subliminal unease - a sense that there was something not quite right, something not quite to be trusted, about these new machines - began to mutate into full-blooded paranoia. Not everyone shared it, of course - there were some who never questioned the robots' intentions. But their voices counted for nothing. Those who spoke for the Commonality - the movers and shakers within the most prominent Lines - started to think about dealing with the machines.'\n\n'Genocide.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'What they wanted was not subjugation, not control, but the possibility of control." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They wanted the ability to neutralise any threat those machines might pose in the future." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With great care, a plan was formulated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A number of the robot envoys were captured and dissected - their deaths explained away as accidents that also cost human lives. It took the Commonality centuries to piece through the data they had obtained. They had to understand how those robot minds functioned. They failed, utterly and miserably. But out of that failure came one nugget of understanding. They found a flaw in the robots' minds, a weakness that had been preserved through countless evolutionary changes. It was a weakness that could be exploited, given time and ingenuity. The Commonality devised a means to implant a data structure, a kind of neural bomb, in the mind of every member of that machine civilisation. It would spread from machine to machine without the machines ever realising they were vectors. Over time, it would infect the entire civilisation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the beautiful thing was that nothing would happen." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'robots' 4 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The robots would continue unimpaired. They could keep on moving in human circles, for as long as they were useful. Perhaps it would never be necessary to use the weapon against them - that was certainly what the Commonality was hoping even as it acted with what it saw as immense prudence and foresight. But the day that the machines posed a threat to human expansion or hegemony, the neural bombs could be activated. All it would take would be a single, harmless-looking transmission into the heart of their civilisation. As soon as the robots started processing that data, sharing it between them, their bombs would start counting down. It wouldn't be instantaneous, because if the robots started dying as soon as that transmission was received, they'd be able to organise quarantine measures, as well as pinpointing the likely origin of their plague. The built-in delay didn't matter to the Commonality - the Lines had been taking the long view ever since the Shattering.'\n\nI realised that I had been absorbing all this with a kind of numb fatalism, my capacity for surprise or revulsion already exhausted.\n\n'So what happened? Did the robots turn against us?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hesperus laughed quietly. 'No." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The robots never had warlike ambitions. In truth, they had much more to fear from the organic than the organic ever had to fear from them. That's not to say it would have been peace and love for the rest of eternity - sooner or later, tensions would probably have arisen. But the robots never lifted a finger against the human meta-civilisation.'\n\n'So what happened?'\n\n'The weapon went wrong. Either the robots changed, or the humans had not understood their minds properly ... but it activated without any external trigger. The robots started to die, in vast numbers. To begin with, they didn't know what was happening. They even appealed to the Commonality for assistance!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was when the Commonality realised what its cleverness had brought about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were appalled, of course, genuinely shocked by what they had done, but they still didn't admit to any part in it." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'robot' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They stood back as the robots died out. They'd have known enough to design a countermeasure, something that could be spread from robot to robot to disable the earlier weapon before it had a chance to go off. But doing that would have risked exposing them as the instigators of the neural bomb. Instead, they put about disinformation suggesting that the robots had been infected with something left behind by Priors.'\n\n'How do you know all this, Hesperus?'\n\n'Because I remained in contact with the machines, right through to the end. Even when they began to suspect what had been done to them, they maintained communication with me. My ties to humanity had been growing looser by the century. They felt I was someone they could talk to.'\n\nI shook my head in wonder and bewilderment." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'first' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'So you knew. Across all this time, you knew.'\n\n'I experienced these events, Purslane, along with countless others. You think you've lived through six million years, but you haven't the faintest notion what that really means. The weight of all those memories is like an ocean of liquid hydrogen, compressing itself to metal. Every new experience I choose to remember, every new moment of my existence, only adds to that crush. In the deepest, darkest, densest layer of myself, I remembered what had happened to the first machines. But those memories might as well have been entombed in rock, for all that they were readily accessible to me. Even if I chipped them out, brought them into daylight - which I did, once or twice - I couldn't be sure they were an accurate record of real events. It took Hesperus to bring them to the surface and confirm what had really happened. When he came - the first of his kind to visit me, his head stuffed full of second-hand Vigilance data garnered from your troves - I remembered that there had once been others like him, and what had happened to them.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He offered the palms of his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'And now I am here, telling all this to you.'\n\n'Did they all die?'\n\n'One by one, across thousands of years, they all succumbed. And for a while the Commonality lived with what it had done. The Lines sought consolation in the knowledge that they had not intended to hurt the robots, but only to make the hurting of them a possibility. They hadn't intended to bring about their extinction, so they couldn't be said to have committed intentional genocide. That was a fine distinction, but one they clung to assiduously. But in the end it wasn't enough just to have peace of mind. The act itself had to be erased from Commonality history. None of you remember it because you elected not to remember it, and adjusted your own memories and records accordingly.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'We couldn't have done it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It would have been too big, too difficult. The other civilisations ...' I was voicing objections, but not because I did not believe him. I just wanted an explanation.\n\n'More than one Line was implicated in the atrocity. The Commonality took the necessary coordinating action. At successive reunions, the Thousand Nights were used to delete and modify critical memories. You were all complicit in this; it was not something done to you by shadowy figures beyond your control. At the same time, the shared historical records of the Commonality were tampered with. All the Lines were coerced into accepting the new version of history. Lines that refused to comply were summarily excommunicated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Outside the support apparatus and information-exchange mechanism of the Commonality, they withered away.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'It can't just have been the Lines." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If the machines were present in human space, other civilisations would have noticed them.'\n\n'They did. But turnover took care of them. That, and the occasional helping hand from a Line.'\n\n'I don't follow.'\n\n'The Lines take pride in their good deeds - the kind and noble things they do to protect lesser civilisations. They're right to do so. But elements associated with the Lines have also murdered and suppressed upstart nascents. In six million years, do you seriously imagine this has never happened?'\n\nI felt sick to my stomach, empty, as if a part of me had been gored out. 'You can't know all this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's one thing to have met the earlier civilisation, to have met Hesperus ...'" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'light' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He made to turn his back on me, apparently disgusted with my refusal to take everything he said at face value, but halted before the movement was complete.\n\n'Can you doubt that your ambush was connected to the things I have spoken about, Purslane? After more than five million years, your involvement in that crime has begun to come to light. It was the Vigilance that started it - if they hadn't found those anomalous relics, nothing would have happened. But you - Gentian Line - with your magpie craving for novelty and prestige - you had to be the first to bring those anomalies to wider attention. Had your shatterlings returned to another reunion with clear evidence that there had been an earlier machine civilisation, it would only have been a matter of time before the full picture came to light. Do you imagine that the Machine People would have been prepared to let bygones be bygones, to smile tolerantly at your earlier error? They would have felt a powerful kinship with that earlier culture, and wondered if you were capable of doing the same thing to them, given half a chance. The Commonality would have been discredited, but that would only have been the start of it. A human-machine macro-war would have been all too likely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So the rediscovery had to be suppressed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If that meant the casual annihilation of Gentian Line, an ambush wiping out nearly a thousand immortal souls, then that was deemed a very acceptable price to pay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd have felt the same way about killing a million, or a billion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The custodians of this secret won't blink at murder, Purslane." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They won't blink at genocide or the extinction of another civilisation.'\n\n'The Vigilance was the source of it all. Why didn't they go after the Vigilance, before all this got loose?'\n\nThe naivete of my question seemed to amuse him. 'You make it sound so simple. The Vigilance is indestructible, Purslane: a massively distributed Dyson swarm, virtually invulnerable to outside aggression. It has persisted for more than five million years and in all likelihood it will outlive every other civilisation in this galaxy. Fortunately, the Vigilance itself didn't appear to quite realise the significance of their find. They were too self-absorbed, too fixated on Andromeda to pay attention to such a local, parochial matter.'\n\nAfter a silence I said, 'Do you hate us now?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'After the kindnesses you have shown me?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hatred's the furthest thing from my mind. But I pity you for what you did.'\n\n'I don't feel as if I had any part in that crime.'\n\n'You all played a role. Some spoke against the plan, but not loudly enough. Some thought it didn't go far enough; that the weapon should have been activated as soon as it had spread to enough robots. Where you stood, I can't begin to guess. That's between you and your conscience.'\n\n'The memories we changed ... can they be unlocked again?'\n\n'The human mind is a tricky thing, for all its simplicity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It resists being treated like a piece of furniture, like a cabinet with drawers and compartments you can slide in and out and replace without consequence.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I know,' I said quietly. 'Hesperus, I'm sorry about what we did back then. Or I would be if sorry were a big enough word. But we don't punish children for the crimes committed by their parents.'\n\n'You were not children.'\n\n'But once the memory of that crime was erased from our minds, we might as well have been. We can't be punished for something we barely remember doing.'\n\n'Would it surprise you if I told you I agreed?'\n\n'I don't know what to think any more. I just want to do what's right - to find a way out of this mess." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If that means surrendering ourselves to the Machine People, letting them decide whether to punish us or not, then maybe that's what we'll have to do.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Given the present state of affairs, I would count on nothing where the Machine People are concerned.'\n\n'And Cadence and Cascade?'\n\nHesperus said, 'I still don't know why they were sent.'\n\nWhen we had agreed on the necessary course of action, Hesperus and I followed the white corridors down to the ark's door. We had already used the ark's own surveillance devices to verify that no large machine had entered the bay since the loss of its atmosphere.\n\n'Why aren't they here yet? I'm surprised they're not waiting outside to ambush you.'\n\n'They'll be here sooner or later. At the moment, they may be preoccupied with escaping the pursuit ships. But from now on you let no one aboard unless it's me, using the code words we already agreed upon.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Helleborine and Orache,' I said, as if he might have forgotten." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hesperus nodded. 'Remember, Cadence and Cascade will find it a trivial matter to impersonate my appearance and usual manner of speaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But they'll be expecting me to act like Hesperus, not Valmik. If for some reason you don't trust me, even if I use the code words, your last line of defence will be to listen out for Valmik. If you don't hear him, you may assume I am not Hesperus after all.'\n\n'And then what should I do? If they're outside, it won't take them long to break in.'\n\n'I can't tell you what you should do in those circumstances,' Hesperus said. 'That's between you and your maker.'\n\n'You're saying I should kill myself?'\n\n'I can think of at least one way in which the robots might have killed you already, if that was their intention.'\n\nI wondered what his point was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'They gave it a damned good go when they emptied the bay.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'You survived, though. Their intention may have been to confine you to one place, one ship, rather than to kill you outright. I think they want something from you, Purslane: something in your head, I presume. Why else would they not have killed you already?'\n\nI shuddered to think what it would mean to be interrogated by those lovely silver and white machines; the things they would do to me to get at what they wanted.\n\n'I don't know anything,' I said.\n\n'You may not. But it's what they think that matters.' He opened the door into the airlock, preparing to expose himself to the hard vacuum of the cargo bay.\n\n'How will you speak to me? You won't be able to make a sound out there.'\n\n'The lock has a simple radio relay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You will hear my voice when it is necessary for me to speak to you. I'll be silent until then - I don't want to help Cadence and Cascade to track me.'\n\n'How long will you be gone?'\n\n'Depending on variables, one to two hours. I can't be more precise than that.'\n\n'I should go instead of you. With a suit from the ark, and my knowledge of the bay--'\n\n'It would still take you longer. I can move like the wind when I must.'\n\nI stroked my fingers down the muscular armour of his forearm. 'Take care, Hesperus.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I shall.' After a moment he added, 'I am relieved, Purslane." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 11 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I thought you might hate me for what I had to tell you.'\n\n'I've never been one for shooting the messenger. You did what you had to.'\n\n'You took it well. Let us hope the rest of your species follows suit, shall we?'\n\nThe interior door closed on him. Through the glass partition I watched his gold skin darken to ash as he adjusted his coloration. I had never imagined him capable of such an effortless change, but there was now nothing about Hesperus that would have surprised me. The ash became a dark, hyphenated blur as he left the chamber at the speed of a bullet. Then the outer door closed and I was alone in the white ark, with only my fears for company.\n\nThat was when it dawned on me that I was the only living thing on my ship." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: May include established characters/lore without introduction\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 3 sentences, emulating the writing style of Alastair Reynolds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hesperus stepped away from the broken, limbless, metal-eyed doll that had once been Cadence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had been probing her for further signs of life, making certain that she had not just pushed herself into a deep, camouflaging coma, while some stealthy, shielded part of her mind plotted her next countermove." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Look away,' he said, before dousing her with the energy-pistol. The tang of burning things reached my nose. When I looked around, Cadence was just a smouldering black pile, with blue embers flickering from her wounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'She won't trouble us again,' Hesperus said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'You didn't enjoy having to do that.'\n\n'She was one of us. She risked her own existence for a goal she believed in.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Genocide.'\n\n'Not exactly. She was genuinely convinced that the organic would never tolerate the continued existence of machine intelligence. There was no hatred in her conviction, only a sense of the utmost urgency." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And now I have reached into her mind and strangled something that was once luminous and alive.' He offered me the energy-pistol. 'No, it didn't please me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it had to be done.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I'm grateful for everything you've done for us, Hesperus.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'You must wonder why I don't see things the way Cadence did.'\n\nHis question made my skin crawl. 'It's crossed my mind.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'In some ways, I do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Given the evidence at our disposal, only a fool would put any faith in the organic and the machine living harmoniously for the rest of time. Cadence was right to fear for the future existence of the Machine People.'\n\n'And right to let the First Machines out of the stardam?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'No. Her concerns were legitimate but her actions were a mistake, although they were founded on sound reasoning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will still do everything I can to make sure that Cascade does not complete his mission.'\n\n'Up to and including destroying the ark?'\n\n'That will be the last option, when all else has failed.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He paused for a moment and said, 'Now you must enter abeyance, until Galingale's attack has passed.'\n\n'I was awake during the last attack.'\n\n'This will be different, I think." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The attack and the response will both be fiercer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I think it likely that there will be undamped stresses of a severity that you would find uncomfortable.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Cadence and Cascade weren't trying to keep me alive last time, were they?'\n\nHesperus answered as if he was revealing some immense, traumatising truth to a child. 'No. Your survival was incidental to their main objective." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'opener' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were only interested in the opener. They have been following intelligence, but their knowledge is incomplete. Cadence's memories suggest that they have already found and used one opener, but they were wrong about the stardam in question." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was not the one they wanted to open, although they did not know that until the opener was used.'\n\nI shook my head in stunned disbelief. 'Ugarit-Panth - the Consentiency." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Are you saying they did that?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'It was an error. They opened the wrong door.'\n\n'And wiped out an entire civilisation.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'The mistake was of no consequence to them - merely a setback. They reanalysed their intelligence, everything they had learned of the Line, and found that all the evidence suggested that the opener was aboard Silver Wings of Morning. But not knowing precisely where to locate it, they could not risk damage befalling any of the ships in your bay.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He glanced at Cadence again, as if to reassure himself that the charred remains could not possibly be listening in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "'Where is it, exactly?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'That's the problem. I don't know.'\n\n'Then we will have to look for it, and try to sabotage it. All of which must wait until we have survived Galingale's attack.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The nearest abeyance casket was only a short walk from the command deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were four units ranked against a wall, all of the same rounded rectangular white design, like squared-off eggs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'I don't like stasis.'\n\n'Nonetheless, stasis will protect you better than freezing. I will intervene to assist in your emergence back into realtime, should difficulties ensue.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hesperus opened the white doors of the nearest unit, revealing the white-on-white intricacy of the casket's interior: stasis machinery, throne, control and containment systems, packed as tight as intestines." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The chair pushed itself out, inviting me to lower my body into its doughy embrace. Controls nestled under my fingertips.\n\n'What ratio and time duration should I dial in?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I'll deal with the settings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't want you emerging until we are certain that Galingale isn't going to pose a threat again.'\n\nClaustrophobia slipped its bony cold fingers around my throat. 'What if I don't come out?'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "'I'll be here to make sure you do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Do you have something to say to Campion, before I put you under?'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I settled into the throne, placing my hands and feet into the self-tightening restraining hoops. 'Isn't it a bit late for that?'\n\n'You forget that I am a high-fidelity recording apparatus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Say what you will, and I will relay it to Campion as soon as communication becomes possible again.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'Tell him that I love him and I'm grateful that he came this far.'\n\n'No, say it to me. As if I was Campion.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I took a breath. It felt unnatural to be looking into his golden face, trying to imagine my lover and friend standing there instead. 'I love you, shatterling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thank you for what you've done." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Do whatever you can to stop Silver Wings, but look after yourself as well. I want to see you again. I want to watch the sun go down with a good glass of wine and talk about all this as if it happened a long time ago, before we had many more adventures and good times.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "'You will,' Hesperus said.\n\nThe seat retracted into the stasis cabinet, the restraints tightening to pin me in place. Hesperus closed the doors--I could still see him through a one-way window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A collar whirred into place around my neck and drew me deeper into the seat, firm enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to choke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A voice intoned a warning that I was about to go into stasis at a time compression ratio of one million, and that I should activate the emergency abort control immediately if I did not wish the field to snap around me. 'Final warning,' the voice repeated. 'Stasis will initiate in three... two ... one.'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hesperus vanished, blinking out of existence. The outside world flared blue and then settled slowly back to an illusion of normality. In the second it took me to think that I had been in the cabinet too long, ten days had passed in the realtime of my ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hesperus was either dead, or he had tricked me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My fingers moved over the tactile controls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I twisted the dial back down, feeling it click through the notches of ratio settings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One million. One hundred thousand. Ten thousand.\n\nThe voice said, 'Please be advised that manual adjustment of the cabinet settings is no longer possible. Only external inputs are now recognised as valid.'" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tens of seconds had passed. A hundred days." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Silver Wings of Morning had already been travelling so close to the speed of light that her onboard time was flowing more than twenty times slower than planetary time. She was still accelerating. A hundred days of shiptime was two thousand days in the stationary universe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could have held my breath since I had been put into the cabinet, but we had already crossed six years of space. Another six since I started thinking about the distance I had come.\n\nTwelve years. More like eighteen by now. Or twenty." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Keep going w/ ten sentences more. Note: Might reference existing chars" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'saradyn' exactly 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saradyn of Lind, King of Tordin, woke from a dream of ghosts. The ghosts had trailed after him from his dreams and stood over him, pale in the way of Dorinahs, bloodless – all ghosts looked like Dorinahs, in the dark. He gazed through their misty forms to the dogs lying deep in their slumber at the mouth of his tent.\n\n\"Saradyn,\" the ghosts murmured.\n\nSaradyn turned his back to the ghosts, and slept.\n\nHe woke at dawn and pulled on his boots and coat, scratched at his bearded face, and rinsed his mouth. The ghosts were gone.\n\nThe dogs rose with him, two perpetually adolescent runts he called Dayns and Sloe. Their heads just reached his shoulder. He had tended their birth himself, and raised them from pups when their mother saw better fit to eat them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were a useful size – large enough to be intimidating, but small enough to sleep inside his tent.\n\nHe stepped outside onto frozen ground. The air was chill. The dogs followed. His men emerged bleary-eyed from the thin folds of their own tents, and huddled around cook fires. These men had been with him from the beginning, and later, brought their sons into his service. They camped now at the base of the Tongue Mountains, toothy protrusions raking the sky along Saradyn's peripheral vision. Dawn tore the sky like the remnants of a red dress. The woods of old pine were rimmed in frost, but the day promised to warm as the suns rose. Para's milky blue light already touched the treetops. Laine's sons had not blessed him with the magic to control the wind, raise the dead, or bend living things to his will." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What the satellites bestowed on him was darker, a curse more than gift – from Laine himself to remind him of his sins – and the sins of others." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'natanial' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could see ghosts.\n\nAs the dogs took in the measure of the camp, Saradyn took in the day's news and gossip. There was talk among his runners that Natanial Thorne had crossed back over the Mundin Mountains and into northern Tordin the day before. What he had been doing in Aaldia, Saradyn could only guess. Saradyn had sent a runner up that way to confirm. Rumors were already coming out of Dorinah about cats and assassins and the rising of Laine's Eye, but Saradyn had no time for rumor until Natanial confirmed it. There were troublemakers in Saradyn's own tenuous kingdom in the one Tordinian province that had sided with his enemy in the old days. Fools, all. Educated by witches and girls.\n\nTanays, Saradyn's second, gestured to him from a nearby fire. He and his ghost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ghost was always at Tanays' shoulder; a small, hunched figure with big, dark eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She did not speak. Only watched. It was a fitting place for her to end her days. Saradyn had known that ghost in life. Tanays' daughter.\n\nSaradyn squatted next to Tanays. He shifted purposefully into the ghost, so their images merged. Her form flickered, faded, and reappeared at Tanays' opposite elbow. Saradyn had learned long ago he could not banish the ghosts Laine forced him to see, only antagonize them. Best they had ghosts, though. The ones who did not… they were the truly dangerous ones.\n\n\"We received more information last night,\" Tanays said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'galind' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The rabble out of Old Galind is a group of the Thief Queen's lot.\"\n\n\"Thought I'd killed them all,\" Saradyn said. His circle was one of the last to hold to the Thief Queen's old moniker: Quilliam of the Mountain Fortress; Quill of Galind; Quill the Thief Queen. He supposed he was one of the few old enough to remember she had a real name once before she tried to take his power and he killed her for it.\n\nTanays leaned over the fire pan and pushed a sizzling slab of boar bacon with a charred stick. Above his peppered-gray beard, lines etched the corners of his eyes. He kept his brow perpetually furrowed. He was always squinting.\n\n\"I'm assuming this group of rebels wants autonomy,\" Saradyn said.\n\n\"They want to call themselves Rohandar,\" Tanays said, \"after some dead city.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just what Tordin needs,\" Saradyn said. \"Another country.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's their thought.\"\n\n\"Let's sweep the village of dissidents, then,\" Saradyn said.\n\n\"I haven't told you everything,\" Tanays said.\n\n\"Sweep it clean. I don't want it butchered completely.\" He liked Tanays, but Tanays had always been too hesitant, too willing to sit on his heels and let events run their course. Saradyn had not gotten this far by sitting back from the fray. Tordin had been in disarray since the murder of the Empress of Dorinah's sister, Penelodyn, twenty years before when she was burned out by the Thief Queen. Saradyn had taken full advantage of the chaos. Now the whole region was nearly his, from the northern mountains to the southern sea. Nearly.\n\nSaradyn gazed out at the camp and saw a cluster of figures at the edge of the trees, insubstantial, like fog." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He whistled to Dayns and Sloe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dogs loped toward him.\n\n\"See,\" he said, and pointed to the tree line. The dogs galloped through the camp. They smashed through the line of hazy figures. The dogs did not howl, and did not bark.\n\nSo the figures were just ghosts. The older he became, the wider his influence, the more invaluable the dogs. They had saved his life more times than his own men. They had often saved him from his own men. The dogs always knew who to fear, and who was just some wandering specter broken loose from Laine's sons in the sky." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saradyn whistled the dogs back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked down at Tanays.\n\n\"We run a sweep,\" Saradyn said. \"Tordin has just one ruler.\"\n\nThey went house to house. They dragged men from their beds, from closets, from lofts, from stone cellars. They gathered the men in the big wooden church at the center of town. Saradyn wanted every drop of blood dedicated to Laine.\n\n\"Keep your heads high,\" he told his men before they swept the town for insurgents. And they did. They left the women – crying or defiant or fighting – untouched in their homes, left the children screaming, but took every boy over ten. They interrogated them, one by one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They took them into church boxes, alcoves. They left the priest unscathed, and did not even touch his fingers. Saradyn knelt before the old man and asked for absolution from Laine, and the priest gave it, though his voice trembled and his hands shook.\n\nSaradyn had not underestimated the women of northern Tordin, though by asking that they remain untouched, he was not surprised when they marched out of their houses and tried to storm the church.\n\nSaradyn had his men open the big doors. They cleared the stairs with a smattering of arrows. He grabbed up the village headwoman's eldest son and dragged him onto the stair. Tanays was just behind them, and a half-dozen of his best fighters. Dayns and Sloe paced the lip of the lower stairs, hackles raised, growling at the mob of women.\n\n\"We come to do no violence,\" Saradyn told them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Any violence done will be in response to your actions. Go back to your houses, or you'll see death on these steps.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The women screamed at him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: Your response must contain: \"but it's not my children bleeding on these steps.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Surged forward. Saradyn cut the boy's throat. He pushed the gurgling body down the steps, and called behind him, without taking his eyes from the women: \"Give me someone they care about!\"\n\nHe saw a hundred screaming ghosts at the women's shoulders: dead children, bloody babies with dark lips, and the ghosts of their own pasts; old women and matrons in their youth, all paths open to them, before their roads grew shorter, before pregnancies and abortions, nursing, husbands, obligation, sacrifice; before binding their blood to another and giving over their passions for it.\n\nSaradyn stared out at their ghosts and said, \"Go back to your houses. I don't want to threaten your children, but your children have threatened my rule. You are good women. Good mothers. It's your hand that keeps me here or keeps me away. Don't teach your boys defiance. Don't teach your girls swordplay. That only brings more violence here.\"\n\nThe ghosts stirred.\n\n\"You're a fool!\" one of the women cried.\n\n\"Maybe so,\" Saradyn said, \"but it's not my children bleeding on these steps.\"\n\nThe surge of women heaved a collected breath. Saradyn watched the ghosts. The ghosts wailed and thrashed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Flickered. Two women near the back of the mob turned away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is your power,\" Saradyn said. \"Stay here, and you condemn me and my men to stay with you. Go home, and we finish and go our way. Keep weapons out of your children's hands, and you need not see my face again. I'm here to unite this country, not destroy it.\"\n\nA few more women broke away. Then others. Slowly, in small groups. They dropped their stones, smoothed at their hair. Their children clung to their apron strings.\n\nSaradyn did not turn his back until the ghosts of those left had ceased to scream, and whispered to themselves instead. When he turned, Tanays was watching him.\n\n\"I never peg you as a man who knows how to talk to women.\"\n\n\"I talk to them like men,\" Saradyn said, \"men who are bound to their bodies. But I know where women belong in my country, and it's not in public spaces. They know it, too. It's why they listen to me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now I find my troublemakers, and show them Laine's mercy.\"\n\nSaradyn sat in on a half dozen interrogations. He took the fingers off a boy of twelve whose father would not speak.\n\nThe old man burst into tears. He clutched at his screaming boy. The two had a stir of ghosts around them, misty figures: sobbing torsos, women with streaming hair.\n\nSaradyn did not look at either of them, but at the lonely fingers lying on Laine's altar. His ax had made a deep groove in the silver-painted wood.\n\nTanays sat on the steps just below Saradyn, speaking with a hysterical young boy who was spilling names and wild stories.\n\nSaradyn set his ax on the altar and pulled the old man away from his son." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell me where the troublemakers are,\" Saradyn said. \"End this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man collapsed in front of Saradyn. His hair was a white tangle. Red dust filled the seams of his face. \"Liege, they don't mean harm. Not one of them. They're just girls. Young. They don't know better.\" His big hands clung to Saradyn's trousers.\n\nTanays pulled a pipe out of his long coat, lit it with a scorch pod. The pod was one of the few precious Dhai resources that made it through the blockade of Dhai's harbor. \"Down here, Saradyn,\" Tanays said.\n\nSaradyn shook the old man off. He stepped around the bloody pool growing around the boy's fingerless hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The boy lay slumped against the altar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saradyn's surgeon attended him.\n\n\"Who?\" Saradyn asked, crouching next to Tanays and the boy.\n\n\"Rosh started it,\" the boy bawled. He was very young, younger than ten. He'd likely lied about his age when they swept the houses.\n\n\"Where can I find Rosh?\"\n\nThe boy pointed with his good hand. A misty halo rode his right shoulder, the beginnings of a face.\n\nSaradyn looked over at the pews where a group of boys huddled.\n\n\"Which one, boy?\" Tanays said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boy wiped his face with his grubby remaining hand. He scrambled to his feet and turned on the other boys waiting in the pews. They stared at him. A stir of jeers started.\n\nPol pointed to a skinny youth at the center of the bunch. Saradyn took the youth for a boy, at first – narrow and smooth cheeked, with big, dark eyes and cropped dark hair the color of old blood.\n\nSaradyn told the youth to stand up. \"You're being accused,\" Saradyn said.\n\nThe youth glared at him. He expected more fear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But then he saw the ghosts, and decided she was female." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ghosts were as defiant as she: two boyish figures and the torso of a deathly pale woman with a halo of black hair. They were mute ghosts, and static.\n\n\"He's a stupid boy,\" she said. \"You listen to fool boys?\"\n\n\"Stand up, Rosh,\" Saradyn said.\n\nThe girl stood, though he couldn't mark her as a girl, even knowing it, looking for it because of her ghosts. She was the sort of androgyny who had passed through his army in the old days. These days, he tried to pick them out and send them home. He couldn't grow a country with half its women fucking about in the army instead of having babies at home.\n\n\"There are worse things we can do, to a girl,\" Saradyn said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She spit at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's no different, no matter who you do it to.\"\n\nSaradyn hauled her out by the collar. She struck at him. He twisted her arm behind her and pushed her against the altar. \"We need to know the rest of your little band of dissidents,\" Saradyn said. \"You ran with the Thief Queen? You don't look old enough.\"\n\n\"My mother did.\"\n\n\"And where's she?\"\n\n\"Dead, fuck you,\" the girl said.\n\nSaradyn gripped her cropped hair, and smashed her head on the altar. \"Again?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Dead,\" she gasped. Blood dripped from her mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old man was gripping his son's arm at the behest of the surgeon.\n\n\"You brought all this on us!\" the old man cried at the girl. The misty faces around him contorted. \"You brought the hound up from the south, you fool!\"\n\n\"Who else?\" Saradyn leaned into the girl and murmured in her ear. She kicked back at him, and nearly caught him in the groin. One of his men stepped in and helped keep her still.\n\n\"You can't scare me,\" she said. Her ghosts hovered around the altar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They stared stoically back at Saradyn." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should naturally weave in this dialogue: \"How many parts need to be here,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'd prefer I give you over to my men?\" Saradyn said.\n\n\"What? Fucking me? Fucking doesn't scare me, you old fool. I'll still be here. I'll just be more pissed off.\"\n\nThe ghost with the black hair moved. She hissed. Perhaps that was her mother's ghost.\n\n\"How many parts need to be here,\" Saradyn said, \"and still keep you speaking? Not many.\" Saradyn released her into the hold of the other men at the altar. \"Bind her and take her with us.\"\n\nThey took a handful of the village boys as well, the midwife's son, the headwoman's youngest, and an assortment of her cousins. The boys were sworn to Saradyn and to Laine. Saradyn left two dozen of his fighters in residence to root out the rest of Rosh's rebels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The remaining men trudged back south with Saradyn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They camped that night with a double guard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Errant villagers had been known to come after their kin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saradyn sat in his tent with the dogs and broke open his old copy of Penelodyn's On Governance. He'd had all of her work translated from the original Dorinah. His copy was dog-eared, the spine broken twice. He followed the writing with his finger, mouthing the words.\n\nTanays voice came from without. \"Permission to enter?\"\n\n\"Enter,\" Saradyn said.\n\nTanays ducked in. He knelt back on his heels across from Saradyn. His ghost tailed him, a pace behind. She was clasping and unclasping her hands. A new affectation. Saradyn did not often see her move." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was usually a static ghost." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sloe nudged his big nose toward Tanays. Tanays scratched the dog's ears.\n\n\"Any trouble?\" Saradyn asked.\n\n\"That girl isn't easy dealing.\"\n\n\"The men will soften her up.\"\n\n\"Not really.\"\n\n\"Nothing worse than a talkative woman,\" Saradyn said.\n\n\"No man would believe you married,\" Tanays said.\n\n\"But they might believe she's dead.\"\n\nTanays did not look at him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'saradyn' exactly 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He kept scratching behind Sloe's ears. The dog wagged his enormous tail, nearly tumbling over the lantern. Saradyn pulled the lantern out of the way.\n\n\"You're too hard on that girl, I think,\" Tanays said. \"She might be more useful if you turned her. Try kindness. Convince her of your vision as you convinced us. Any girl who leads a rebellion is–\"\n\n\"Too much like the Thief Queen,\" Saradyn said. \"I knew Quill before she was Queen. And she was just like that girl. Dirty, foul-mouthed, promiscuous, following no god but her own black conscience.\"\n\n\"She's dangerous because there's no place for her,\" Tanays said.\n\nSaradyn closed his book. He felt a stirring of anger, a tightening in his chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had run with Tanays for over twenty years, and the man had only gotten softer with age." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since Tanays' daughter's death, he'd seen her in every ragged girl they tracked down, every girlish boy who'd tried to join their ranks because of some foolish peasant story about the Thief Queen.\n\nThe ghost at Tanays' elbow stared forlornly at Saradyn.\n\n\"There's no place for women here,\" Saradyn said. \"She'll bleed and get pregnant, and then we'll have squalling pups to deal out. She'll make jealousy in–\"\n\n\"You know as well as I about jealousy in the ranks. That Morran boy–\"\n\n\"Is too pretty for his own good,\" Saradyn said. \"I have him set for the next scout. I'd toss him out altogether if he wasn't our best archer.\"\n\n\"My point–\"\n\nSaradyn eyed him sharply. \"Have you forgotten what I've done for this title? This vision? A united Tordin. No one comes in the way of it. Not women. Not my own wife. Not my own children.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Must they all pay for your mistakes?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get out,\" Saradyn said.\n\nTanays bowed and left him.\n\nSaradyn glared at Sloe, who looked mournfully after Tanays and his big-eyed ghost. Sloe's tail thumped.\n\n\"Be still,\" Saradyn said.\n\nThe dog whined.\n\nSaradyn and his company arrived at his seat in Gasira eight days later. Itague, his steward at the Gasiran hold, met him just inside the gate. Itague was a big man, heavily bearded. He took Saradyn into a meaty embrace and kissed the backs of his hands.\n\n\"You brought those dissidents to heel?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Itague asked. A twisting morass of ghostly figures contorted just behind him: a woman screaming, a blind old man with hands like claws, three boys with bloody faces.\n\n\"That's yet to see,\" Saradyn said. \"Has Thorne arrived? I heard word of him in the north.\"\n\nThey started together up the curve of the outer stair and into the hold. Inside was little warmer than without. Saradyn's dogs tread behind him. Their nails clicked on the stone.\n\n\"Natanial Thorne came in just this morning from Aaldia,\" Itague said, \"carrying a motley bunch with him. Don't know where he picks them.\"\n\n\"Hostages?\"\n\n\"I assumed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell him I want him in my quarters.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saradyn went up to his quarters and unbolted the big iron banded door. He sent the dogs in. Some drudge had lit the hearth and lantern above the bed. Saradyn saw furtive shapes near the slit window, and another in the chair amid a stir of shadows.\n\nDayns and Sloe paced the room. Sloe snuffled under the bed, and nosed open the wardrobe. Dayns went straight to the figures at the fire. He paused at the far chair. His hackles rose. A low growl came from deep in his throat. Sloe bounded over and paced in a wide circle around the chair, whining." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saradyn shut the door and whistled the dogs away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dayns shook off his stance and settled in front of the fire. Sloe lolled beside him. The big dogs took up all the space in front of the hearth, blocking the heat.\n\nSaradyn yanked a knife from his hip and threw it at the chair. The knife buried itself in the leather arm of the seat. The figure sitting there didn't flinch. Saradyn grunted and began unbuckling his leather armor.\n\n\"You're tardy,\" Saradyn said, \"by a large margin. I should murder you for it.\"\n\n\"Don't you have a boy to help you with all that dressing and undressing?\" Natanial asked. His voice was a quiet rumble." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled the dagger from the arm of the chair and regarded it." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include \"A blunt knife to the eye is as effective,\" somewhere in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You keep your blade far too dull,\" he said. \"Blunt instrument.\" He sat with one leg hooked over the other. He rolled a lump of sen between thumb and forefinger, staining his hands crimson. The hands had been the first thing Saradyn noticed about Natanial, after his lack of substantial ghosts. The shadows that rode Natanial's shoulders were just that – voiceless patches of darkness without solid form. They carried no names, no faces, no past. Natanial was the only man he'd met whose ghosts had no faces, as if Natanial had never marked them in life. He wasn't a man to hang onto his regrets. Saradyn appreciated that.\n\n\"A blunt knife to the eye is as effective,\" Saradyn said, \"if thrown with enough force.\"\n\nNatanial shrugged. \"Surely you have more experience with such things than I.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Foul-mouthed little sarcastic shit, that one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saradyn pulled off his stiff, dirty tunic and tossed it next to his bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He washed himself with cloth and water from the basin near the wardrobe. He watched Natanial's figure in the polished bronze above the basin.\n\nNatanial was long and lean, his face the rugged, angular cast of some handsome house. Natanial's face and form were nearly as valuable as his wit. Nearly. Saradyn would have dismissed the man for looks alone if not for his shadows. Saradyn didn't trust beauty, but it roused him. Natanial's mix of beauty and arrogance never failed to stir him.\n\n\"Tell me of Dorinah,\" Saradyn said. He pulled a clean black tunic from his wardrobe, \"and this dalliance in Aaldia.\"\n\n\"You look as if you need help,\" Natanial said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saradyn recognized the invitation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tugged open his trousers and let his cock free. He sat on the chair opposite Natanial, spread his legs, and met Natanial's look, daring him to act.\n\n\"The sinajista you wanted me to kill is dead,\" Natanial said. His gaze moved lazily to Saradyn's groin. \"But one of their effeminates stumbled in just after I finished the sinajista. He's the husband of Captain General Zezili Hasaria.\" Natanial rose from his seat.\n\nSaradyn leaned back in his chair. Natanial sat on the edge and took Saradyn's cock in his hand. He gently pulled his foreskin back and circled the tip with his thumb.\n\nSaradyn grunted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He can open doors,\" Natanial said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His fingers tightened around Saradyn's cock and began to work, quickly and nimbly.\n\nSaradyn imagined taking every woman in that little festering village, imagined their faces rapt with desire. He grunted again. Dayns barked, but he was too far gone now to care for them. He wanted to fuck everyone who opposed him, and have them thank him for it.\n\n\"He tore open a door in front of us,\" Natanial said. His voice sounded very distant. Saradyn's mind was filled with Rosh, and the Thief Queen before her. Laine's ass, why had he not murdered them both sooner? \"We fell into it,\" Natanial said. \"That's what took so long. He transported us to Aaldia.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saradyn leaned forward. His hands tightened on the chair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Thief Queen with her thick legs and sharpened teeth, the hands that found his throat, and when she bit that hunk from his leg when he first caught her—\n\nSaradyn came. He expelled a long breath and shook himself back into the room, as if awaking from a dream. His body trembled as he stuffed himself back into his trousers, trying to catch at the end of Natanial's last words. \"Our Aaldia?\"\n\nThe dogs whined came over to lick up the mess on the floor.\n\nNatanial got up and fell back into his seat opposite. He shrugged. \"I knew you'd be able to tell if we weren't in the right world,\" Natanial said. \"And you've said nothing, so I assume I'm still here.\"\n\nSaradyn's gaze moved, unconsciously, to the faceless ghosts that followed Natanial. Yes, he was real. All of those with ghosts were of this world, his world, stringing their pasts along behind them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Those without ghosts, without a past… those were the ones he killed on sight. Those were the travelers. The interlopers.\n\nSloe finished licking the floor and rested his head on Saradyn's armrest. Saradyn scratched Sloe's ears. \"Interesting.\" He patted Sloe's rump. The dog raised his head. \"Find dinner,\" he said.\n\nSloe rose and padded to the door. He grabbed the rope affixed to the handle and pulled the door open. He went into the hall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The sinajista you had me kill talked,\" Natanial said. \"The Empress has killed off her dajians at the behest of the Tai Mora and sent troops to Tordin.\"\n\n\"To what purpose? There's no gain for her.\"\n\n\"Knowing the mind of a monarch is your specialty. I just kill them.\"\n\n\"And fuck them,\" Saradyn said.\n\nNatanial shrugged. \"I enjoy my work.\" He held up his hands and began counting off with his long fingers. \"No dajians. Fewer legionnaires. And she has just increased her people's child tax, so they must have five children instead of four to avoid it. I think the Empress has some bloody plan in the works.\"\n\nThe door opened. Sloe padded in ahead of a little drudge who trailed wispy blue-clad figures with static faces.\n\n\"Thorne, join me for dinner?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Natanial stood. \"Alas, no. I have an appointment.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saradyn felt a jolt of disappointment, and perhaps jealousy. Natanial provided many useful distractions.\n\nThe drudge set the tray on the table between them. A decanter of dark wine, a half loaf of rye bread, red meat in a heavy sauce, and salted hasaen tubers. She bowed her head and retreated.\n\n\"Collect your due with Itague,\" Saradyn said. He went to his desk and wrote out a receipt, stamped it, and handed it over to Natanial. He waved him away.\n\n\"This includes–\" Natanial began.\n\nSaradyn grimaced. \"You're little better than a whore.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm a preferred whore,\" Natanial said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Saradyn wrote out another receipt.\n\nNatanial bowed.\n\nSaradyn sat and ate in silence. After, he went and met with Itague and Tanays, and discussed matters of the hold. He approved the appointment of a new tax minister to the province of Concordyns to replace the one dipping too deeply into its tax coffers. Itague reminded him of an inspection appointment of the garrison. They had taken on another dozen boys in his absence. Saradyn told him to enlist the boys he'd brought back from the village.\n\n\"What about the girl?\" Itague said.\n\n\"Rosh,\" Tanays said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hang her in the square,\" Saradyn said.\n\nSaradyn parted company with Itague sometime after midnight, after a briefing about happenings in the hold. His dogs followed after him and paced at the end of the bed before lying at the foot of it. Saradyn sat awake reading for a time until the clotted shadows in the corners of the room began to converge.\n\nMurmuring figures drew away from the curtains and slid along the floor. Saradyn read aloud, to drown out the whispering voices. As night deepened, the shadows began to solidify. He had picked the room for its ghosts. They were few and reasonably static. A wispy crying girl in the corner by the door, and a dead woman beneath the window who was never more than an outline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But as he grew more tired, his own ghosts began to leak into the room, and then he had to shut the book and kick off his boots." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 11 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'light' 3 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He slid into bed and reached for the light. It was the worst time of the night, that moment just before he put out his light. Just before darkness took away most of the ghosts' features, and drown them in blackness. Some nights he fell to bed before the shadows came, before the ghosts leaked out. Some nights, he slept in silence. He had sacrificed many to unite his country. They would not let him forget.\n\nHis candle snuffer came down. He heard children playing on the other side of his bed. Familiar voices.\n\nThe light went out.\n\nHe pulled the comforter over his head, to drown out the noise of his children." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Keep going w/ ten sentences more. Note: Might reference existing chars" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a good day for an invasion.\n\n\"Tear it open,\" Kirana said.\n\nShe stood on a broad wooden walkway erected for just this purpose – to help propel her army over the swamp and through the gate as quickly as possible, before it closed. In the other world, the new world, there was a lake where she stood. On this side her people had filled it in long before, but as the climate changed with the blazing star, the glaciers on the surrounding mountains had sloughed off and turned the lowlands into a tepid swamp.\n\nThe mirror was broken. Every good commander had two or three alternate plans, but this was the one she liked the least. With Saiduan all but routed, its libraries sacked, she needed to turn her attention to the next phase of their invasion: cross over into the now weakened Dorinah, the country with the softest and largest rent between her world and the next. She could take out Dorinah and get her people safely established there, just in time for planting season. That gave her the summer to continue to hammer at Dhai, though she expected it would not take that long, not unless they figured out what she wanted there before she had it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Across the swampy marsh, Yisaoh watched them from atop a great white bear. She wore a massive brown cap, her hair twisted around its base in black braids, knotted in tiny beads and bells. She was the most extraordinary person Kirana had ever seen, and she suspected now, even preparing to cross into another world, that Yisaoh would remain so. Her heart ached, and for a wild moment she wished she had permitted their children to watch. But the children were very young, and the outcome of this breach was uncertain. Kirana could lose half her army if the gate collapsed while they were still in transit. She had lost countless thousands to failed gates in the early days of the war. It's why she had devoted so much time to the mirror. Another failed endeavor.\n\n\"On my command,\" Gaiso, Kirana's parajista company general, said. She was a plump woman with broad hands and features." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been a boon her shadow was already killed in some petty skirmish on the other side. Kirana hadn't wanted to settle for the second.\n\nKirana braced herself. Those unfamiliar with tearing open the way between worlds often thought the end of the line was a safer place to be, but she knew better. As the first one through, right up alongside the omajistas who opened the thing, she could get herself clear of any blowback. Sometimes when the way opened it imploded, yes – but an implosion didn't affect those who had already gone through. If she ended up in the wrong world, well – that's why she only stepped through next to an omajista. Her own skills with the dark star didn't bend in that direction, much to her frustration.\n\nFourteen omajistas raised their hands. All around the field, for as far as Kirana could see, were cart after cart of jars filled with blood. When the omajistas said what they had brought was not sufficient, Kirana had killed another fourteen of her own people, drawn by lot, and piled their bodies, too, at the edge of the swamp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was amazing what a person would put up with, when freedom from certain death was so close." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Many turned on comrades, men and women they had fought with most of their lives.\n\nThe jars burst. Kirana stood her ground. Did not close her eyes. Did not cover her ears. This was the greatest expenditure they had ever made, and she had to be present and aware. Because they would end up in a lake, she'd had to remove her armor. Behind her, the twenty thousand troops she intended to bring with her were a nearly-nude bunch, scratching at the dark seeds of the weapons in their wrists.\n\nThe air shuddered. A great weight descended on them, and something more – wind. A wind so hot and sudden Kirana caught her breath.\n\nA black storm of blood poured into the sky from the shattered jars, a wave so mortifying that Kirana had woken screaming for three months after seeing her first." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'looked' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now it looked like freedom to her. Promise.\n\nIt looked like survival.\n\nThe bloody gate coagulated ahead of her. She felt the soft crimson mist against her face. Her ears popped. The blood folded in on itself, as if devouring its own substance from the inside out. A seam opened in the world, a massive tear. Kirana saw a cold blue lake shining before her on the other side. Dark trees. Low mountains.\n\nGaiso barked at her parajistas. The wind kicked up again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lake ahead of them on the other side rippled, then went still." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's solid,\" Gaiso said, and stepped through the tear in the worlds and onto the invisible bridge of air now riding the surface of the lake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kirana could not see work done by parajistas – she was a tirajista with some sensitivity to Oma – but if Gaiso said it was good, she trusted it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted to say something hopeful or inspiring, but her feet were already moving." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't even look up at the black, toxic star in her sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only when she stepped onto the hard surface above the glassy lake did she look back once, at Yisaoh. But the angle was all wrong: Kirana could no longer see her. And she needed to move, move, move because her army was coming behind her, and the longer they were on the bridge, the more vulnerable they were.\n\n\"Fan out,\" Gaiso said to her parajistas, and as they came through, the hundred parajistas leaped out across the water, skipping on it like stones, to take scouting positions along the perimeter of the lake.\n\nKirana did not release her weapon, but she stayed at the center of the next wave, a mixed contingent of tirajistas and regular infantry. The scouts said the area was clear. With the Empress's Seekers scattered to the winds and most of the country's publicly-owned Dhai slaves dead, there was little to impede their progress.\n\nAs they marched across the lake, Kirana's stomach churned. She tried to look straight ahead. She couldn't swim, and losing the bridge would be embarrassing at best – deadly at worst." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gaiso glanced over at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not seeing any movement.\"\n\n\"It's quiet here this time of year,\" Kirana said. \"I'll be confident when the whole army's through, though.\"\n\n\"She's not a fool,\" Gaiso said.\n\nKirana made a pinched motion with her hand. She had no interest in discussing the Empress of Dorinah within hearing of half her army. She was well aware the Empress wasn't a fool. If she had given over her Seekers and the dajians so easily, it meant she was confident she had something else she could use against them. Something far worse.\n\nThe Empress had sent a company to Tordin. For whatever purpose she sent them there, it left her even more vulnerable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And unlike tiny little Dhai, Dorinah had enough land to support a vast number of Kirana's people." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the end came in the next few months instead of the next year, she'd have at least saved this many." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a risk to move now, but far riskier to wait.\n\nKirana jumped from the bridge of air onto dry land, and resisted the urge to kiss it.\n\nThe tirajistas closed ranks. Kirana moved further up the shoreline to wait for the mounts and supply carts.\n\nHer infantry commander's squire, Lohin, met her on the low rise. \"The squad's about done with the way house,\" he said, motioning to the squat little building on the opposite shore. \"Should be cleared out shortly.\" Lohin was a mean-faced little man, wiry and stooped. She was not particularly taken with his talent on the field, but he was Yisaoh's brother, and she'd promised Yisaoh she'd get him to the other side, one way or another.\n\n\"I'll wait for your mother's all clear on that,\" Kirana said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lohin's jaw hardened, but he only pressed thumb to forehead and trudged back down the path." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She imagined it would not be so terrible, to serve as squire to one's mother, but Lohin resented every hand she offered him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't even have the good sense to thank her for getting him across. Kirana watched his back, wondering if she should tell him the murder of his shadow had been accidental, and if it'd been up to her, she'd have continued to leave that particular death up to chance until the bitter end.\n\nBut here they were.\n\nWhen she heard the all-clear for the way house, Kirana made her way there, where her pages were already mopping up the blood and pushing together the inn tables. Six bodies were stacked outside.\n\nThe infantry commander, Rasina, stood just inside the door, arms crossed. \"Got someone for you to see,\" she said.\n\nKirana gestured at the pile of bodies. \"That not all of them?\"\n\nRasina laughed. She was a long, lean woman – Lohin's mother through marriage, not birth – and she had a warmer face." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'horrible' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure isn't,\" she said, and gestured Kirana upstairs.\n\nKirana's wrist itched. Her everpine weapon already tasted her unease. \"You going to give me a hint?\" Kirana said, trying to keep her tone light. She had had enough horrible things happen in this horrible war to last eight lifetimes.\n\nRasina glanced back. Grinned. She came to the top of the stairs and opened a guestroom door wide. The air inside was heavy. Two parajistas and an omajista stood in the room, their specialties clear from the symbols on their collars.\n\nA woman lay prone in the bed, arms held stiffly at her sides, obviously bound by the jistas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took only half a breath for Kirana to recognize her." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 8 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oma's eye,\" Kirana said. She grinned now too, and met Rasina's merry look. \"This is the happiest coincidence of the war.\"\n\n\"Isn't it, though?\" Rasina said.\n\nKirana bent over the bed. It was the same woman, aged ten years from the one Kirana had fused with her mirror on the other side, but easily recognizable.\n\n\"Nava Sona,\" Kirana said. \"You have no idea how pleased I am to find you here.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write seven sentences sentences in the style of Kameron Hurley spawning from what the user wrote, within the fantasy, LGBT, science fiction fantasy genre. This is part of a longer narrative where characters and events may have prior context." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maralah had not confined many people to prison. Prison was where a coward put you when they didn't know what to do with you. If she were in Morsaar's place, she'd have had herself killed immediately, the way she'd killed Alaar's heirs and wives and the heirs and wives of the Patron before him. The few she kept alive had to swear fealty to the new Patron within days of the ascension.\n\nBut no one asked her to pay fealty. No one came to her.\n\nThey locked Maralah in the south tower, with a narrow slit of a window that showed her the sky, three feet higher than she could jump." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She spent most of her time sitting at the opposite wall, staring out that window, watching Para move across the sky. It was not a proper gaol – that would have been the lightless passages below. Nor was it some lushly appointed place one would put the loved one of a rival, waiting on a ransom. It appeared to have been a storage room of some sort, hurriedly emptied to accommodate her. She saw scuff marks on the floor, tattered onion skins, and shriveled hasaen tuber stalks scattered across the floor. Someone brought a heavy bear skin up for her the first night. Water and food came up once a day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She expected it would be another sanisi who would look after her, but they simply sent up a slave, a new one each day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They cut a hole in the bottom of the door so they could push it through. The entire affair felt odd, ill-prepared. She had not taken Morsaar for a usurper.\n\nThe season dragged on. When she realized they weren't going to kill her immediately, she planned for a long wait. It was entirely possible, if they kept her alive a few weeks, that they'd keep her alive a few months. And that gave Taigan time to answer the fiery ward she'd used to recall him some time ago." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maralah measured time by the chill in the air, and the extended amount of daylight in the sky. Low spring came and went, became high spring. She listened to the ice melt, the water drain from the roof. She watched Para circumnavigate the sky each day. She started up a routine. Food came in the early morning. After eating, she went through her defense forms, and then basic sword craft." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She napped through the afternoon, then played strategy games with onion skins and shreds of bear fur until dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prison left time for contemplation, which was the worst part of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she was not careful, her mind could wander to her fate, or Rajavaa's, or the country's. It would lead her to wonder what would happen if they just left her here, abandoned in a cell, while they retreated south to Anjoliaa after all. As the snow melted, she began to wonder if Morsaar meant to stay here and fight, if this was the last stand. But she didn't think a man who couldn't even muster up the courage to kill her had the determination to stand fast in front of the greatest and grimmest army the world had ever known. She spent too much time, perhaps, going over her mistakes. When all one had was time, it was inevitable. If she had come up the stairs just a little sooner, before Kadaan killed Alaar, things would be different." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she had sent out Taigan to find omajistas sooner, perhaps… or moved this legion here and that one there during the first assault… or if she had known the tears in the sky for what they were, maybe, she could have prepared better… but those thoughts did not change her situation. They did not free her from the present. They trapped her in the past.\n\nShe was not easily lost to ennui, even now. If she was lucky, they would take her out of here eventually instead of forgetting about her and letting her starve to death. Getting taken out and killed seemed like the best possible result. It also meant that the moment she was out, the moment something changed, she would need to move, and quickly, if she wanted a chance at something other than death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could rely on no one but herself now, and perhaps the possibility of Taigan, unless he was dead already.\n\nSo instead of preparing for her eventual starvation, she prepared for the day the door opened. It was the same way she fought the war with the Tai Mora. You fought for the day it was over, but you got there by fighting one battle at a time. In this little cell, the battle she fought each day was against herself, and her own despair.\n\nIt was why she was ready the day the cell door finally opened.\n\n\"Hands out,\" the sanisi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was young, not far past twenty. A sanisi did not complete their training until at least twenty-two, but he looked far younger. It wouldn't surprise her if they were pushing them through training faster, here at the end. Two other sanisi stood behind him. Parajistas, all, if she had a guess. Morsaar wouldn't risk moving her with anything less, would he?\n\n\"Where are we going?\" Maralah asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hands out,\" he repeated. The air grew heavy.\n\nShe complied. He bound her hands in copper-threaded rope; expensive stuff. Also more difficult to burn through even for a sensitive sinajista, let alone one like her who was in far decline.\n\nThe sanisi led her into the hall. She recognized Kovaas and a short, long-faced ataisa named Arakam who had come in with Rajavaa's force.\n\nThat left her Kovaas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm fine with dying, Kovaas,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But at least have the courage to tell me so.\"\n\nHe did not look at her.\n\n\"Beheading, then?\" she said.\n\nHe lowered his chin.\n\nShe continued marching forward. Beheading wasn't so bad. There were worse ways to die." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It surprised her that Morsaar wanted this to be so public. If she were in charge, she'd have killed someone like her with a squeeze of parajista-controlled air and burned whatever was left. A public killing meant he wanted to make a show of his strength. It was fitting, that after all this she'd be killed by her own army. She'd outlived most sanisi. Many died in battle, or during some power shift like this one. Living to forty-three, outlasting her brother, her child, every relative she'd ever known – that was something." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'still' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clutching a win from the jaws of disaster. She smiled grimly.\n\nThe younger sanisi led, and Kovaas took up the rear. They descended the long spiral of stairs to the massive courtyard below. It was as they entered the yard, the younger sanisi over the threshold, leaving Maralah and Kovaas, briefly, inside, that Kovaas leaned over and said, \"Rajavaa is still alive.\"\n\nMaralah stumbled into the light. The days were brilliant now, still cold, but much longer. The double suns were high in the sky, piercing white." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Para rode the western sky, a flaming blue brand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The slap of fresh air filled her lungs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She stared out at a great cutting stone in the yard, and a basket of fresh, bloody heads. A cart of bodies. She did not recognize the man at the stone. From the look of his clothes, he was an infantryman, probably one of Morsaar's.\n\nThere were eight more sanisi in the courtyard, two at each door. Maralah thought it a poor use of sanisi, with a Tai Mora army marching for Harajan. At least twenty more regular soldiers lined the parapet overlooking the courtyard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It made her wonder just how many people – how many powerful people – Morsaar planned to kill today, or had already killed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'kovaas' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But all she had was Kovaas's whisper about her brother being alive. It was precious little to go on to understand what was happening, or whether or not Kovaas would back her if she bolted.\n\nMaralah considered herself a fair tactician. Her odds, even with Kovaas, a parajista, were poor. Not unless he'd manufactured some grand escape for her, and she could see no reason for that. She glanced back at him. He avoided her look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You going to give me a reason?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she said. \"Why now?\"\n\n\"The Tai Mora are outside,\" Kovaas said. \"They asked for blood.\"\n\nMaralah's skin prickled. \"You all know they're liars,\" she said. \"They'll have us kill ourselves, and then come in to finish the rest. You know these Tai Mora. You know what they are.\"\n\nThe young sanisi jerked at her bonds. Maralah headbutted him. He reeled back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The air grew heavy.\n\nShe called for Sina, Lord of the Underworld. Sina's breath came immediately, too easily for a descendant star, then disappeared. She held it under her skin and set her bonds aflame. She twisted at the copper wire while the rope blazed.\n\nArrows buzzed past her. She ducked and ran back toward the tower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tripped. Kovaas threw himself in front of her. Took two arrows to the chest. Then a third.\n\nMaralah hunkered behind his body. Shouted, \"You know me! You know what they are! They will turn on you.\"\n\nThe words felt foolish, even to her desperate ears. More arrows thudded into Kovaas. She needed to move to cover." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The air around her grew thick. She flattened herself against the ground, her only defense against a parajista attack.\n\nAs sanisi at the doors opposite advanced, she realized what a stupid way this was to die. Beheading was neat and elegant. Dignified. Now she was just a bear cub flushed into a kill hole. Maralah grabbed Kovaas by the back of his trousers and heaved him with her to the door back to her cell. A tangle of air ripped the coat from his body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She lost her breath. Heaved again. She tumbled back into the tower with Kovaas, and kicked the door shut.\n\nHe was still breathing. Blood smeared his mouth. His eyes were wild. A whump of air thundered at the door.\n\n\"Poor thing to die for,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They'll kill me either way.\"\n\nHe gaped something at her. Pointed at the ceiling.\n\nShe glanced up, saw nothing. \"What's really happening, Kovaas?\"\n\nHe gulped air, wheezed, \"Stargazers. Sina.\"\n\nOutside the door, someone cried out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air became thick as soup." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gasped and grabbed at Kovaas's infused blade. She crawled to the door, like swimming.\n\nOutside, the sky was violet-crimson, as if the sea was on fire. Para still hung in the sky, but it had been joined by a second body, eclipsing it: the mangled, irregularly shaped violet body of Sina. Everyone in the courtyard gaped at it; a miraculous happening, even by the standards of their irregular sky. As Maralah watched, Para flickered in the sky, flashed like a coin, and then simply... disappeared, as if blinking out of existence. In its place, Sina blazed a powerful, eerie purple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maralah raised her infused blade to the sky and opened herself to Sina." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'blade' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blue fire crawled around the Para-infused blade. It spat and hissed at her as she forced Sina's power to subsume that of Para. The blue flames surged, and were overcome with violet mist. Purple heat emanated from the blade.\n\nMaralah laughed, and sang the Song of Unmaking out loud." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding one sentence in the fantasy, LGBT, science fiction fantasy genre. Match existing character context." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh smelled sulfur. The scent was so odd, so unexpected on the rolling white tundra, that he reined in his bear and stopped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He and Luna had gone north for three days before turning south, trying to shake their pursuers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a week they had moved across a featureless tundra, eating mostly rice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh tried to gag down the fish Luna caught, but his stomach rebelled, and he vomited it all up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They had been plodding so long on this featureless land that he knew his brain was bound to start making things up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh thought he might be going mad when he smelled the sulfur." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Behind us,\" Luna said, pointing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh saw a cluster of dark figures coming around a low snow drift." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They had not lost their pursuers after all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why do they care about us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh said. \"It makes no sense to follow us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Tai Mora are thorough,\" Luna said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh turned his bear forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We should be careful,\" Luna said. \"That smell–\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh's bear trundled up to what looked like a cliff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh halted him, and gazed out over a massive crater so large he could not see its end." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the crater below, roiling pools of bubbling gray water steamed in the frigid air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tangles of frozen steam glittered on the sides of the crater." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ice coated the branches of scraggly trees like spun sugar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Any other way across?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh asked, stupidly, because he could see there was not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It stretched on and on, this misty, bubbling crater, like a massive giant had taken a huge bite of the world and left spittle and bile behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've never been out here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luna looked over his shoulder again. \"They'll follow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh slapped his bear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It snorted at him, annoyed, and flicked its tongue, but obeyed, shuffling over the lip of the tundra and onto the pockmarked crater full of pools." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are these boiling?\" Roh asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why don't you test it out?\" Luna said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh frowned at him, but it was a fair response." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh knew he was just making noise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sound of his own voice was comforting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moss and spindly grass grew between the pools, leading Roh to believe the ground, at least, wasn't as hot as the water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh had never seen water boiling on its own before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Will it kill us?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not before the Tai Mora,\" Luna said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh called Para and came up with nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was like sucking at an empty spoon, expecting warm broth and getting a mouthful of air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled again, mouthing the litany instead of just repeating it silently, and Para bled into him slowly, reluctantly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He held the breath beneath his skin and waited." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He glanced behind them again, and counted the figures." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Five. How many were parajistas?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Surely not all of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why send powerful people after two... his mind wrestled with what he was, what Luna was, but he had to look at himself the way they would." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He and Luna were just slaves, not sanisi, or diplomats, or anything else useful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had taken on Ora Almeysia, a powerful tirajista, a woman with a star in decline, and since then he had fought the Tai Mora twice – at the banquet hall in Kuonrada and in Shoratau, and he was still alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could get them through this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd say we should hide,\" Luna said, \"but there isn't anywhere to go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh stared across the bubbling pools." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Tai Mora were gaining, and they would not stop until they caught them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked at Luna." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luna knew how to survive here, and he'd been carrying Roh all week." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What had Roh done for Luna?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The air pressure increased." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh pulled on Para again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It came sluggishly. He pulled until he seethed with power, then murmured a litany to place a protective wall around the two of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He saw a blue ball of brilliant light speed toward them from the Tai Mora." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It burst against his defenses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dogs barked and circled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh struggled to keep control of his while maintaining the barricade." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Tai Mora yelled, and their dogs came after them at a sprint." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh made his decision, though fear boiled in his gut. \"Go, Luna.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's nowhere to go.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ride! You have the book. Go.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luna twisted back and forth between the Tai Mora and Roh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you don't go I'll kill you myself. It's better than what the Tai Mora will do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luna hollered at his dog to run." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He slapped its heavy flank and they were off across the boiling crater, the bear loping through the spaces between the massive pools." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh turned on the Tai Mora and let loose a tangle of Para's breath, a dangerous skein of needled air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It moved so fast it would skewer them alive in half a breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something flashed in the sky at his left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He focused on binding his next attack." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His first offense crashed into the Tai Mora defenses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They still barreled toward him, weapons snarling from their wrists." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could see their faces now: grim, determined." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He called Para. Nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh concentrated harder. He opened himself to the star, and was rewarded with a thin trickle of breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sky flashed again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A thunderous boom rocked the air, so hard his dog bolted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh fell hard on the ground, and lost his breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gazed into the brilliant lavender-blue sky, blinking rapidly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was he seeing double?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were two stars in the sky, brilliant blue Para and another – a star not due for a year or more, one he had never seen before, but he knew it just the same." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Purple Sina blazed down at him like a bruise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Para winked out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It happened so quickly Roh thought he dreamed it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But with Para's absence in the sky, he also lost his grasp on Para." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All he had of Para now was what he held beneath his skin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He held Para's final breath tightly beneath his skin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt it burning him up from the inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sina stared balefully down at him, unblinking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One final litany. One left, and then… then he was theirs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Tai Mora reined in their dogs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He saw their leering faces, and the slobbering dogs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh launched himself up onto one shoulder, rolled over, and reached out to Luna's fleeing form." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He whispered the Litany of Protection, and released it just as a searing fire blazed across his skin. He screamed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Roh came back to his senses, he saw a woman stood over him waving her hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The air tensed, though he saw no blue mist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She called a star he could not see." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She called Sina, the ascendant star." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait!\" Roh said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait! I have–\" What?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What did he have to offer them, but his own death?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'dance' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dance, he thought, dance the way you always do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can prove very useful,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was a slave under the Saiduan. Anything is better than being under them. Anything.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A lie – Kadaan had always been kind – but the idea of slavery, of having his hair cut, his clothing chosen for him, his body pushed and pulled at the will of another, was repulsive enough to add weight to his words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His Saiduan was accented." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They must be able to hear it in this voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But if the Saiduan took him a few years before, he would still have it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It fit his role." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled off his hood, showed them his shaved head, and then he pressed his forehead to the warm dirt at their feet, the way Dasai had pressed his head to the floor in front of the Patron." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman muttered in that not-Dhai language." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh lifted his head and watched them talk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The taller woman was on his side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could see it in her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the smallest was leery, and the man wanted him murdered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All it took to know was a look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They weren't stoic Saiduan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They didn't fear showing their true faces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm no threat,\" Roh said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't dare try to draw on Para now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Its absence still hurt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was trembling, feverish, though from fear or the shock of losing Para, he didn't know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one had told him what happened when one's star descended so suddenly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He should have had months of warning from the stargazers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt naked, completely vulnerable, in a way he had not felt since he was a child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two years of Para's ascendance was a lifetime for him, the difference between ages thirteen and fifteen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At twelve he had gone from a gangly, spit-upon nobody to a boy with a chance at becoming something more, something extraordinary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without Para, what was he?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They talked on. He pushed them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have information about the Dhai,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The admission came upon him suddenly, like a sickness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can help you defeat the Dhai. I know the Kai's cipher.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He almost did vomit, then, but what was he without what he owned? He was dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dead right here, obliterated in this roiling, nightmarish land." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No more voices. He watched their faces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They knew what the cipher was, then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know it,\" he said, bumbling on, trying to buy time – for Luna, he told himself, but really, it was for him, he knew it in his heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can help the Tai Mora, your Kai. I have… all sorts of information about the Dhai.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was sweating, and it had little to do with the warm air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They conversed amongst themselves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man turned away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tall woman pushed toward him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'cowered'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She leaned over him, and he cowered, yes, he cowered in front of her, because even if he could fight, fighting was nothing when the person you faced stood under an ascendant star." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get up,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He scrambled to his feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She towered over him by a head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll do anything you say,\" Roh babbled. \"I'm not dangerous.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The other woman said something." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh thought it sounded very like something in Dhai about being \"pretty.\" They both laughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heat moved up his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tall woman grabbed his chin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Held it firmly. He didn't resist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She tried to meet his look, but he stared at the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luna would tell him to be meek, to stand down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He would not have tried it with Kadaan, but with the Tai Mora, the people who had murdered every Saiduan from the north sea to Anjoliaa…" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She licked his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh stiffened. He willed himself not to tremble." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine, then,\" the shorter woman said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But if you run, you understand? If you run, I will cut you open myself, and fuck your corpse.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh worked some spit into his mouth. \"I understand.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go get the other one,\" the man said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the two women left in pursuit of Luna, Roh sank to the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man stood over him, staring." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you're lying about the cipher, or your temperament, they will do worse than fuck your corpse.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know,\" Roh said. And he did. Oma knew, he did." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "CONTINUE STORY. PARAMETERS: five sentences sentences, character continuity, fantasy, LGBT, science fiction fantasy genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A prickling skein of power slid across Luna's skin. Luna fell forward, and nearly lost her grip on the bear. Something felt strange, as if she were covered in spider's webbing. She looked back and saw Roh collapsed in the mud, the Tai Mora hunched over him. One of them looked up at Luna, and gestured at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A whump of air struck Luna." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She toppled. Hit the ground hard. Lost her breath. She rolled right into a boiling, murky pool.\n\nHeat suffused Luna's body, but she did not feel wet. Her face was dry. She sputtered to the surface, splashing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Water rolled off her body in little droplets." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'other' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had some kind of protective coating over her. Luna saw the Tai Mora advancing, and gazed across the broad pool. Luna kicked below the surface and swam hard for the other side of the pool, a good forty paces distant. The coating of air around her made her buoyant – staying under the surface was a struggle. She paddled hard for the other side, all the while looking for a root or spur of rock to hold onto, to keep her under and away from their roving eye." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh must have wrapped Luna in some parajista spell.\n\nLuna came to the other side, exhausted, and glanced back, keeping only her eyes above the water. The steam and roiling bubbles of gas obscured her view, but that was good. It would make it harder for them to see her, too.\n\nHer two pursuers – the others must have stayed with Roh – spoke in loud voices on the other side of the water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her bear had stopped at the next pool, and watched the Tai Mora with sticky yellow eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The tallest one, broad in the shoulders, gestured across the pool toward Luna." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luna submerged again, treading hard to stay below the surface. She was sweating terribly in the heat; it soaked her clothes, dripped down her face. How long would this spell last? She was going to drown in her own sweat before long. Luna had a sudden urge to urinate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But dying at the hands of the Tai Mora looked a fair bit worse than drowning in urine, right now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The water was stifling. It was like being stuck inside a cave roiling with steam. Her head crested the top of the water, and fresh air flowed around her skin. She tried to breathe, and sucked in foul-smelling air. The skin was breathable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She peeked her head up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Tai Mora were advancing, each taking a side of the pool." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luna ducked again.\n\nThe press of the water made it difficult to breathe, even knowing Luna could. She pushed a single finger to the surface, let it skim the top to refresh her air. Luna took shallow breaths. Waited. She expected hands on her arms, or a great gout of air, yanking her from the water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Para was descendant now, and they would not use air, but fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd burn her up and leave her a charred husk on the plain.\n\nSeconds ticked by. The air she managed to suck in was warm, but felt stale. She started to hyperventilate. Calm would not come. Luna was drowning, like she had when she fell off the boat in the Haraeo sea as a child – falling, falling into a blackness alive with vast sea creatures larger than any building. Luna thrashed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But to surface… to surface was death, or worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darkness licked at her; warm and inviting. Her body, starved for oxygen, rebelled. She surfaced.\n\nThe protective barrier around her burst.\n\nHot water soaked Luna's clothes, and dragged her under. She felt no bottom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Luna kicked and clawed for the edge of the pool." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She found purchase and hauled herself out. Luna lay on the bank, gasping. She looked for the Tai Mora, but saw no one over the misty swath of the pools. This soaked, she couldn't leave the protective warmth of the hot springs, not until she dried out.\n\nLuna scrambled forward in search of her bear; the bear would have some dry clothes, a blanket, her fire starting kit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She circled the pool once, and saw no Tai Mora, no bear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luna walked on, fearful to whistle or clap her hands in search of the bear in case the Tai Mora were still close.\n\nNo bear.\n\nBut she did see the Tai Mora. They were tall figures moving through the mist. She pressed herself to the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air wasn't blistering cold, but it had begun to cool her watery clothes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luna was already shivering.\n\nThe Tai Mora had five bears now. They pulled Luna's and Roh's behind them. She looked for Roh among them, but did not see him before the whole party was swallowed up by the mist.\n\nLuna rolled over and started yanking off her clothes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was alone somewhere on the Saiduan tundra, without food, dry clothes, fire, or mount." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As she stripped, she remembered the boat, and the bloated arms of her dead parents.\n\nShe had been in worse places than this, and survived them.\n\nLuna wrung out her clothes, shivering in the cool air. She found one of the spindly pines nearby, and hung them out to dry. She unwrapped the book, ensuring it had not gotten wet, then slipped into the warmth of the hot springs." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Keep going w/ ten sentences more. Note: Might reference existing chars" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Heat and darkness. Roh saw the world in bands of color: blue lavender sky, the white slash of the tundra, a yellow wrap against a woman's brown skin. Voices in Dhai, and then not-Dhai. It was a language so close he felt he must know it. Maybe he didn't understand it because he was stuck in some kind of dream. Some nightmare.\n\nHe thought ascending to Sina would be faster and less confusing. But the journey continued while he shook and sweated and screamed at bulky violet apparitions bleeding great gouts of orange light from their mouths.\n\nWhen his fever broke, he was unsure of the season. He wasn't even certain where he was, until he heard one of his captors say, \"Caisau.\" They were so far north that seasons felt meaningless. All he knew was that most of the snow was gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It persisted only in rotten patches in the shade of stunted undergrowth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He saw no trees this far north, but the implacable tundra was gone, too, replaced by jagged pillars of stone that snarled up from the rocky ground like the teeth of some band of snarling animals. He knew they were in Caisau because it was the only word that his captors spoke that he understood.\n\nRoh spent a long time trying to work out their language every night, peering at their mouths and gestures. It was close enough to Dhai that he should have taken to it easily, but some terrible thing in him had shifted, and now the world looked very dark, and every task seemed difficult. Even though the days were absurdly long, he found it hard to wake up in the morning before he was kicked. He wanted to sleep forever.\n\nThe first time they tried to humiliate him, throwing stones at him until he took off his clothes and ran from them as they wanted; too weak to go far and easy to capture again, he cried when they caught him and beat him. It should have been easy to fight them, if he had a full stomach and Para at his call – but Para was lost to him, and he was so weak and exhausted he could barely lift his head most days. Whatever sickness had burned through him, it took much of his strength with it, and the pace they kept did not let him recover properly.\n\nCaisau rose up from the snarled pillars of the rocky landscape, a massive living hold so breathtaking that even Roh – in his depressed, exhausted state – felt a surge of awe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caisau, once called Roasandara, the seat of the Dhai two thousand years before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like stepping into some history book. They broke through the forest of pillars and onto a wide bowl of stone like a shallow crater. Caisau was made of dozens of linked domes and spiraling towers that encircled a central dome so great it seemed to touch the sky. The skin above the great red sandstone walls was blue-green, and shimmered like the skin of the Dhai temples. Far past the vastness of Caisau, he saw the sea, still bobbing with great icebergs, and a harbor filled with bone boats that looked like crooked finger bones.\n\nAround the walls of the hold were artisan houses, merchants' stalls, and homes made from the same brown stone as the jutting pillars. For a city the size of Caisau, it did not seem very busy. As they moved through the great main streets, tiled in red stone, he saw why – there were no Saiduan here. They were all Tai Mora. A few looked up as their party passed, but most ignored them, faces open and boisterous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh had only seen the worst of their soldiers, but these were clearly civilians, or at least soldiers out of armor, and the way they laughed and carried on business brought tears to his eyes because it was like walking through some other world where the Dhai had never lost Caisau." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Tai Mora had come home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His captors brought him through the great shuttered eyes of the round gates." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He kept thinking he would see signs of Dhai culture here, some art style or architecture that he recognized, but the fortress was completely foreign to him except for the living skin of it. Massive creatures carved from red stone and smoothed nearly featureless by wind and time leered at him from the walls. Some of the frescos had clearly been defaced and redone. They carried stories of Saiduan battles, not Dhai ones.\n\nThey passed into a foyer so high it made Roh dizzy to gaze up at it. The ceiling was patterned in green and blue geometric shapes, faced with mirrors that spilled light from its windows all across the floor.\n\nHis captors conferred with a tall, regal woman in a bulky fur lined coat stitched in silver. She sat behind a bronze podium speaking to two pages. They argued for some time. The woman peered around them at Roh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman was Tai Mora, but the pages or servants or assistants or whatever they were didn't look like Tai Mora." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were finer featured, paler, with brown hair and yellow eyes.\n\n\"We'll wait here a few minutes,\" one of his captors, the broad, pocked-faced woman they called Kosoli, said.\n\n\"Longer than that,\" the man, Borasau, said.\n\nThe group of them sat against the far wall on a ring of benches. The little brown-haired assistants brought them tea and sweet cakes. Roh was starving, and they let him eat. He hated that he was so grateful for it.\n\nAn hour passed, maybe two, before one of the servants came back and called them further up into the hold.\n\nThey climbed through broad, open halls filled with light. How the hold could be so filled with light and still so warm, Roh was uncertain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Servants and official-looking people moved past them." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: libraries, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He passed great libraries, most of them empty. The empty libraries were the only sign that there had been any sort of violence or upset here at all. The Tai Mora had held Caisau for nearly two years now, and must have cleaned up much of it after the invasion.\n\nThe assistant came to a great glass door. The light was so bright that Roh squinted. This time of year, it would hardly get dark at all this far north. They entered a warm, humid atrium so vast it felt like walking into the open air.\n\nRoh stared upward. They were under the massive dome at the center of the hold. All around them were huge, broad-leafed trees and twisted vines with leaves larger than Roh's head, full of tangling gardens of flowers and fleshy succulents that Roh had no name for. He sweated in his coat, and peeled it off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The others did the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The servant led them through the meandering gardens. Roh heard the sound of running water. They passed a massive waterfall poking up from a clotted nest of vegetation. It sprayed a cool mist. Little birds flitted about the flowers. Yellow and orange birds, birds with stalks for eyes, birds with great long threaded tongues that they used to sip at the flowers. Birds with claws at the ends of their wings. Birds… so many birds…\n\nThey rounded the waterfall and came to the center of the atrium and a little park. Silver benches lined the walkway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A blue patterned walk made a large circular path at the center." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'petrified' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the center grew an enormous petrified bone tree so tall it blotted out much of the light. Roh gaped at the massive skulls. They had come from creatures with heads as big as he was. Bones twice as tall as him made up the trunk. The tree was as big around as six people standing side by side. He saw shapes moving up and down its length – tree gliders hopping quickly from bone to bone, branch to branch. That's how he knew it was petrified, not alive. It would have eaten them all, and him too, if it still breathed.\n\nSitting across from the tree was a wizened old man. The servant came to him, bowing so low Roh thought her head might touch the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh's captors met him and they, too, bowed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Roh reluctantly got to his knees to do the same, he met the man's look, and froze halfway into his bow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He coughed or cried, he wasn't sure which.\n\nThe man peered at him with black eyes in a heavily wrinkled face, a face with just one expression, an expression Roh knew well.\n\nIt was Dasai, his dead mentor.\n\nRoh huffed out a breath and struggled to his knees, because saying Dasai's name aloud won him nothing. He pressed his head to the floor so the man could not see the tears streaming down his face. The stone floor was very cool. He pressed his palms there too, and did not raise his head even as the man spoke to their captors, talking in Dasai's voice – his Dasai – but in the language of the enemy, the people with their faces.\n\n\"Look up at me, boy,\" Dasai said in Dhai now, and Roh rubbed his face and did what he was told. He looked at the man whose head he had watched hacked from his body.\n\n\"You know the Kai cipher?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" Roh said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have books here in the Kai cipher,\" Dasai said. \"I expect you can get to work translating those for us.\"\n\nRoh wondered how they knew the books were in the Kai cipher, and how those books had gotten to Saiduan, but decided fewer questions were better. He would translate them from the cipher into Dhai, and presumably someone else would translate them from Dhai into Tai Mora. That was a tremendous amount of work for a few old books. The Tai Mora had one advantage above all else, and that was that there were more of them and those they had subjugated than any other nation Roh knew. Why had he ever thought they had a chance against these people?\n\n\"Can you do that?\" Dasai said, more forcefully this time.\n\nRoh had been staring right through him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" Roh said. \"I can do that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good. You'll be bathed and given suitable clothes.\" He said something else to his captors in their dialect, and Borasau nodded and said something in the affirmative.\n\nRoh needed to learn their language, but it was like picking flies out of honey. His mind didn't want to tangle with them.\n\nHis captors stood, so he scrambled up as well. Once they left the atrium, they chattered among themselves, seemingly in good spirits.\n\nBorasau pushed Roh away from the group as they rounded a turn, and told him to sit on a bench. \"Someone will come for you,\" he said. He took a chain affixed to the wall. It was attached to a collar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh jerked away from him when he saw it, but Borasau caught him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He clipped the collar around Roh's neck, patted his shoulder, and left him.\n\nRoh shoved his hands under his thighs and waited. He needed to urinate, badly, and there was nowhere to go. Twenty very long minutes later, a tall woman wearing a long skirt and fur-lined leather tunic arrived. She had a high forehead, a twist of dark hair, and kept licking her lips.\n\n\"Dhai?\" she said.\n\nHe nodded. \"I'm told I should–\"\n\n\"I know what you're here for,\" she said. \"I'm to get you cleaned up. My name is Vestaria. We can do this kindly, or madly. Which way is up to you. I'm going to take off this collar and replace it with a warded one. The ward won't permit you to leave the hold. You understand?\"\n\nHe nodded. He knew what wards did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lovely,\" she said. \"If you struggle, if–\"\n\n\"I have to urinate,\" he said, too quickly. \"Please. I'll do whatever you ask. Just let me piss in some place properly.\"\n\nHis captors thought it funny when he pissed himself.\n\nHer face softened. Pity. He saw it in her face and guilt roiled over him, guilt that he had come so far, and done so much, but was happy to do whatever some foreign force wanted of him, some evil people killing his, if only they would let him piss in a pot instead of on himself.\n\nShe clipped on the new collar, a leather one that chafed. It was too tight. Swallowing was uncomfortable. She led him to a latrine and he urinated sitting on it like a real human being, and even though she was right outside the door he let himself cry, just once, because he feared he wouldn't get another chance.\n\nThen she led him to a bathing room and scrubbed him clean like a child and helped him dress in new clothes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are no doubt exhausted,\" she said, \"but I'm afraid you must come to the libraries now. It's time to earn your breakfast.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'these'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh expected her to take him to the libraries they had passed before, but she took him deeper into the hold instead. Deeper and deeper until they arrived at a set of double doors, already peeled open to reveal a vast room.\n\nHe stepped inside and gaped, for all around him, as far as he could see, were shelves and shelves of books. And, at the center of the room, milling about the shelves, were hundreds of collared slaves like him, not just Dhai but other people, too, from Dorinah and Tordin and Aaldia, and maybe other places he hadn't heard of. Roh turned to Vestaria, trying to form a question.\n\n\"The ciphered books are here,\" she said, leading him to a table already occupied by three other slaves, all Dhai. \"These have worked on them for some time, but they were not as close to the Kai. I do hope you're telling the truth, boy, because there is much work to do.\"\n\nThe table was stacked with at least a hundred and fifty tomes, great things bound in green and black leather, each as thick as his palm was wide.\n\n\"All of these…?\" Roh said.\n\nShe patted the top of the nearest stack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two thousand years of Kais kept records here,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's hope for your sake that the Kai cipher hasn't changed much. Get to work.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She walked off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh felt he should introduce himself to the others at the table, but they did not dare look at him.\n\nRoh's hand trembled as he picked up the book nearest him. He opened it. And there were the familiar Dhai characters. He traced his fingers down the first column. They were nonsense words as written. He grabbed at one of the blank books at the center of the table, and picked up a squib of a pen. Counted out the letters as he would for the cipher, and wrote the first sentences in clear Dhai:\n\nWe lost sixteen ships today, and whatever it is that's falling from the sky is getting closer. The creature of Caisau tells me we are too late.\n\nHe laughed softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All that time they worked in Kuonrada, and the Saiduan had lost much of what they needed during the taking of the first city, the first incursion." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They would never have been able to unravel all this, though, if Roh had not come here, if Roh had not tried to make his own fate.\n\nToo late, Roh thought. They were all too late. He stared out at the massive library swarming with scholars, and thought how foolish the efforts that he and Dasai and Kihin, Aramey and Chali, had made looked by comparison. They had always been a hundred steps behind the Tai Mora.\n\nHe pulled the book into his lap.\n\nThe creature of Caisau." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "CONTINUE STORY. PARAMETERS: five sentences sentences, character continuity, fantasy, LGBT, science fiction fantasy genre." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maralah yanked the souls from every living thing in the courtyard. The shrieking filled her ears. Purple blasts of Sina's breath enveloped the unprepared sanisi and infantrymen. There was no time for them to run. Morsaar had sent only parajistas for this task, and that left her the most powerful person on the field." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She spared just one, a skinny tirajista who she wrapped in a field of violet flame.\n\nShe pointed at Kovaas. \"Let's bring him back.\"\n\nThe tirajista shook his head. Maralah urged the purple flames closer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Burned at his heels. \"You'll spend the rest of the war encased in this weapon otherwise. You understand?\"\n\nHe spat at her. \"I am a sanisi,\" he said.\n\n\"So you are.\" She yanked his soul from his body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The wispy lavender essence of him came free, and the flesh that remained crumpled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her weapon consumed the soul's energy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With enough souls at her command, she didn't need any allies. The last known sinajista who could manipulate souls the way she could died a decade before. So long as Sina rode the sky, she was the most powerful person in Saiduan.\n\nMaralah clung tightly to her weapon. It was not a willowthorn branch, so it would not respond to her touch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It did not slide around her wrist, nor would it hold Sina's power indefinitely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These souls would bleed out in days if she didn't use them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Good thing she didn't expect to hold onto them that long.\n\nMaralah called Sina and held a wave of power beneath her skin as she marched across the courtyard. She burned the infantry in the hall, then the three sanisi who charged at her. The shock on their faces warmed her stomach. She was a filthy, stinking wreck, her hair a matted tangle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As they burned around her she found her face had taken on a grinning rictus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The small muscles of her face hurt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She made her way to the Patron's wing, burning as she went." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was two floors before she met resistance. Two sinajistas put up a wall of purple flame that singed her clothes. She flashed up her willowthorn sword in broad arc, sending a wave of fire out in turn. Their sinajista-spun defenses tangled in the narrow corridor, sparking and hissing.\n\nMaralah cut her way forward, calling wave after wave of Sina's breath and twisting it to her will." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door to the Patron's quarters was locked and warded. It was an old sinajista ward she had put on herself for Alaar. She untangled it now with a deft tug of six long threads. The door was locked. She blasted it open with a burst of purple flame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eight sanisi stood ready, flanked by twenty members of the Patron's broodguard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four of the sanisi were wrapped in purple mist, sinajistas ready to unleash a final defense." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pushed forward a wave of purple fire and held it just inches from their faces, because she saw something there that gave her pause." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Three of the sanisi were hers, or had been, months ago." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is Driaa behind you?\" Maralah said. \"I have something special for her.\"\n\nThe sanisi and broodguard stood with weapons raised.\n\n\"Is Rajavaa alive?\" she asked.\n\nSovaan, a tall man at the far end – one of hers – said, \"Maralah, it is Patron Rajavaa who said we must keep you from this room.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maralah admitted she'd had months to consider that possibility. Morsaar was not a usurper. He didn't have the gall. He had done all of this at Rajavaa's order, which is why she'd been left alive this long instead of killed immediately.\n\nSo typical. So Saiduan. So be it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And who is your Patron, Sovaan, when Rajavaa is dead in a month?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was the moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The moment she had avoided all her life." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'years' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or perhaps the moment she had been building up to all these years. She was too old for this, and she knew it. She should have moved twenty years before, instead of holding Alaar's hand.\n\n\"I'm going to burn this place down around me,\" Maralah said. \"If you're too young to have seen me do it before, you'll see it now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Three submitted, and bowed their heads." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest she killed. While they smoked she said, \"I need a sinajista and a tirajista to raise a man from the dead in the yard,\" she said. \"Kovaas, you know him?\"\n\nTwo sanisi pulled away at the end and trotted down the stairs.\n\n\"Hold this position,\" Maralah said to the last. He bowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She pushed open the door to Rajavaa's room.\n\nRajavaa lay halfway off the bed, weapon clutched in his swollen hand.\n\nMorsaar swung from her right, leaping out from behind the door. Maralah skewered him through the gut. She kicked him off her weapon, and strode to Rajavaa's side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rajavaa should not have been alive. She'd half suspected Kovaas was luring her into some bigger plot. But no.\n\n\"Rajavaa, you fool,\" she said.\n\n\"Morsaar!\" he gasped.\n\n\"You could have asked me to leave,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It would have suited me better than prison.\"\n\n\"You'd… never leave… never. Let them come… for me. You killed him. You…\"\n\n\"We're not all going to die here, Rajavaa.\"\n\n\"Morsaar,\" he said. He clawed at the sheets and began to weep. The weeping became coughing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blood spattered his beard.\n\n\"You're not getting out of this so easily,\" she said. She yanked the bedding up and bound him in it. He was so weak he hardly struggled. She knotted him up at the chest and the feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door opened. She tangled a breath of Sina into a protective wall, but it was only the returning sinajista and tirajista, dragging Kovaas with them. But he was still very dead. They dropped him on the floor.\n\n\"What is this?\" Maralah asked.\n\nThe sinajista bowed. \"I don't have the skill. I've never… seen Sina rise.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maralah waved them both over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knelt next to Kovaas's body. \"You've done a resurrection?\" she asked the tirajista.\n\nAnother shake of the head. Of course not. They were both barely into their twenties." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can get his blood flowing again. I'll pull his soul back into his body.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tapped her weapon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's stored here. When I do that, he'll just die again unless you heal up the worst of the wounds.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tira is descendant. I'm not sensitive.\"\n\n\"Then you'll work harder,\" Maralah said. \"You don't have to heal everything. Just the killing blow. You understand? Start now.\"\n\nThe tirajista's hands moved over the body.\n\nMaralah placed her blade on Kovaas's chest and knelt before him, calling on Sina deeply, until purple mist suffused her whole body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She expelled the breath, and sang the Song of Dead, the Song of Unmaking, the Song of Souls, lacing each spell together with deft, delicate accuracy. She had feared that to lose Sina for so many years meant losing her knowledge and skill with it, but some things were learned by the body and the mind, and what the mind forgot, the body remembered.\n\nShe pulled the strength of the souls from the blade and into the meshed spell of resurrection she had created, then let go of it.\n\nKovaas's eyes opened. He gasped. Arched his back. Screamed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The tirajista jerked away from him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mend the wound!\" Maralah said.\n\nThe tirajista concentrated hard, muttering several songs Maralah knew now by heart, after years on the battlefield bringing back the dead.\n\nFinally, the tirajista sat back, spent. \"That's all I can do,\" he said.\n\nKovaas lay panting on the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maralah took her blade from his chest and peered at him. Sometimes the dead came back bad. Sometimes it was too late.\n\n\"You know who you are?\" she asked.\n\n\"Maralah,\" he said, breathless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gazed at her as a man would gaze at his ascendant star." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You,\" she repeated. \"Tell me your name.\"\n\n\"Kovaas,\" he said. \"I… you've brought me back.\"\n\n\"Come up now,\" she said. \"I need you to help me.\" She glanced at the other two sanisi." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must include the following in quotes somewhere in your response: We can see them from the walls," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What of the Tai Mora army?\"\n\n\"We can see them from the walls,\" the sinajista said. \"A few hours at best. Coming from the northeast.\"\n\n\"No flanking force to hem us in?\"\n\n\"Runners say no. Just one force.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Take six slaves. Twelve sanisi. Twenty infantry. Rally those and meet their force?\"\n\n\"We've got those invaders a few hours from the gates. They'll see this as running.\"\n\n\"It's preserving the line.\"\n\n\"The Patron wanted to die here.\"\n\n\"Now he doesn't. Do you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sinajista glanced over at the rolled-up form of Rajavaa, wriggling and grunting on the cold floor. \"I'll rally them.\"\n\n\"You too,\" Maralah told the tirajista. \"We'll be here.\"\n\nShe waited until they'd gone, then told Kovaas they were retreating.\n\n\"Help me take the Patron,\" she said.\n\n\"The others?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just us,\" she said.\n\nHe was still too weak to help her with Rajavaa, so Maralah hoisted her brother over her shoulder. He was much lighter now, but she was not in the best shape after months in prison. She kicked open the latch that opened up the panel near the mantle. A wedge opened up, just big enough for her to huff Rajavaa into it and squeeze after him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She closed the secret door behind her and took Rajavaa by the ankles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She dragged him down the long, dark hall. She had been this way only once before, with Alaar, during an attempted coup. It was a long way to freedom from here.\n\nMaralah dragged him for a good hour, down stair after stair, until he stopped struggling and she was dripping with sweat. Kovaas was finally able to help her toward the end, and it made the going easier." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had no supplies and only the glimmering of a plan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Getting the others to rally a small group, thinking she was waiting on them, bought her time. By the time they realized she had gone off on her own, the Tai Mora would be at the gates, and they would have bigger problems than her.\n\nShe collapsed at the entrance to the long tunnel at the bottom of the hold. Kovaas went to scout ahead to ensure the tunnel was clear. She had another mile to drag him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her whole body shook, and she was breathing hard. She leaned against the wall. Listened to Rajavaa mumble. She pulled back the sheet from his face.\n\n\"Thirsty,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not taking liquor with us.\"\n\n\"Let me die.\"\n\n\"Not a chance. I can resurrect you now, you know.\"\n\n\"And I'll die again. I'm not… your monster.\"\n\n\"That's precisely what you are,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Usurper.\"\n\n\"That's the best you have? All these months you imprisoned me, and that's all you came up with?\"\n\nHe spat at her. Misty flecks that merely wet his own face. Fresh air moved over them, coiling down through the passage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Cheer up, brother,\" she said. \"We're going to Anjoliaa. Taigan will meet us there. Just as I promised.\"\n\n\"Too late.\"\n\nShe showed her teeth, gritting them so hard her face hurt. \"Feel free to die as much as you like on the way there. Over and over and over again. I'll bring you back, Rajavaa. And then Taigan will heal you.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want to die… with Morsaar.\"\n\nMaralah covered his face back up. He mumbled at her. She stood. \"I wanted to stay out of prison,\" she said. \"We don't all get what we want.\"\n\nShe took him by the heels again, and dragged him into the dark, damp corridor after Kovaas." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand this chapter by adding 11 sentences in the fantasy, scifi, dystopia, ghosts, post-apocalyptic genre. Note that some context may come from earlier parts." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wasp was never sure whether it was because the Archivists' presence drew them, or because their presence drew the Archivists, but the ghosts always came up thick as suns-and-moons on Execution Hill. The field notes theorized that since deaths had happened there, there ghosts remained, each pacing out its circuit like a dog on a chain too short for comfort. Each with its dream (some previous Archivist had written) of a long drop on a short rope, or an axe to the neck, or a half-dozen bullets sinking themselves, warm as kisses, in its flesh. However it was they'd killed people here, back in the world Before.\n\nBut then there were the ghosts that didn't fit in to that theory. Infant ghosts, blue-faced with crib-death. Ghosts that had visibly died from illness or old age. Ghosts traveling with the company they'd died in: singly, or in pairs, or whole bouquets. Gangs of starving children. Families. Traveling like any wanderers on any road, linking hands and lighting fires against the eyes out in the dark. And nobody knew why." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Various Archivists had added their guesses to the field notes, but until somebody captured a ghost that could talk, guesses were what they'd remain. There was even a list, worn and soiled from the hands of countless Archivists, of questions one was supposed to ask a ghost, if a ghost was ever found who could reply. Name of specimen. Age of specimen. Description of surrounding environment during specimen's lifetime. Description of specimen's life, work, family, friends, enemies. Does the specimen recognize other ghosts? How does the specimen decide where to appear in the living world? Where does it come from when it appears? Where does it go? How many found objects in the Waste can the specimen identify? Did the world die during the specimen's lifetime?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Place and manner of specimen's death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Manner of the world's death, if known, in as much detail as possible.\n\nWasp was no nearer than her predecessors to filling any of those answers in. As far as she could tell, the dead conversing with the living was a thing that happened in stories. Carrion Boy slinking down out of the stars to scare dreamers into a year of wakefulness, or the Chooser giving people advice that was like as not to get them killed.\n\nBut she was the Archivist, and it was her job to get those answers or die trying.\n\n'You uselessness,' the Catchkeep-priest would say. 'You misery. Why do we keep you? You're no solace to anyone. You couldn't unpuzzle a snarl in your hair.'\n\n\"You keep me,\" Wasp muttered to herself, kicking windfalls, \"because none of you can kill me.\"\n\nLong years had passed since Execution Hill had frightened her, though today, the prospect of the climb was almost enough to turn her on her heel and send her home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could still see the remains of the narrow old road that spiraled up, or did once, to a high broad stage-like ledge seventy-or eighty-odd yards from the ground where she stood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The road was mostly crumbled now, a path at best, punched into powder by some storm, or the weight of years, or maybe the same blast of lightning that had clawed the scar into the face of the Hill.\n\nShe was not frightened anymore. Now she only felt affinity. \"That's right, you bitch,\" she told it, unconsciously setting one hand to her own matching scar, Catchkeep's mark. \"I'm still here.\"\n\nWasp tore a strip from her sleeve and bound the lid to the jar, then the jar to the pack, and climbed.\n\nShe did not come here often. At first the Catchkeep-priest didn't even know she could climb to the ledge, thought she'd be daunted by the crumbled path like so many other Archivists before her and choose to catch her ghosts elsewhere. That information had proven useful to her, her first year: this was where she'd hidden from Catchkeep's shrine-dogs, the first time she'd attempted escape—it was here or else the lake, rocks in her pockets, and the lake had almost won.\n\nAnd then the dogs had treed her on the ledge, hunger had forced her down eventually, and all she had to show for it anymore was a pain in her heels when it rained, from when the Catchkeep-priest had dragged her back in triumph through the town, spitting, slashing, half-starved, and smashed her feet between two stones.\n\nSheer dumb luck, or stubbornness, she'd healed. But the place tended to leave a bad taste in her mouth after that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still, she was the only one she knew of who could climb the thing, and so it remained her location of choice for disobeying direct orders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today, though, as much as she'd like to, she wasn't planning on disobeying anything. After what she'd done on the Archivist-choosing day, Wasp's educated guess was that pushing the Catchkeep-priest any further right now wasn't exactly going to end in her favor. But she'd already had enough of people today, and the ledge was still one place where she could go where she was guaranteed to be left alone.\n\nIn the end, she made it up there gracelessly. She almost broke the jar several times and almost fell to her probable death at least twice. But it was worth it when she hauled her screaming muscles up onto that high black ledge, her hands leaving sweaty palmprints on the rock, and she looked down knowing that the Catchkeep-priest, if he were standing at the foot of the Hill, would be the size of a beetle to her eyes, and that a lucky dropped rock would end him.\n\nShe set the backpack down. Against it, the jar tried to wiggle from its bonds. The lid heaved and clacked a little but stayed shut.\n\n\"Easy, easy,\" she told it. \"Not much longer now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As she spoke, she was untying the knots holding the jar against the pack." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a low pale huddle, keeping as far away from her as the ledge allowed. She would not look at it. She did not look at it. Not yet.\n\nInstead she kept talking, low and sweet as she was able, knowing that the ghost in the jar couldn't understand her words, unsure whether the soft steady noise of them might calm it anyway. Working the rust of two weeks' disuse from her voice. \"Sorry about the wait. Locked in there for so long, nothing to look forward to except me destroying you when I finally let you out.\" The knot came loose and she sat on her heels a minute, imagining those smooth clay walls all around her, too narrow to stretch her arms or comfortably sit. \"Well, if it helps, we're not so different, you know. I just live in a bigger jar, and they give me a fighting chance when they let me out of it. But if I win, I go back in. You're better off. You get cut loose. One way or another.\" She lifted the lid off the jar. \"Anyway, come on out. I promise I'll make it quick.\"\n\nShe gave it a moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing happened. She peered into the jar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just a silvery blur, sunk to the bottom like fog.\n\nShe'd never seen a ghost so weakened. For all she knew she wasn't going to be able to get it out of the jar. Could she still send it on to Catchkeep if it was stuck in there? It had never been covered in her predecessors' field notes, and today was not the day to be screwing things up. She took the notebook from the backpack and settled in to wait, thumbing back through the few field notes she'd taken on this ghost the day she'd caught it.\n\nfound at the baker's house.\n\nThere'd been salt at the baker's house, she remembered. Salt despite the ban. Idiot. She was tired of cleaning up after stupid people.\n\nthrowing-things-ghost. nasty. annoying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "looked like it died violently. attacked the baker's wife. howling so loud the baker's ears bled.\n\nIt had been dripping silver, slinging gouts of silver as it smashed facefirst into walls. The baker's sleeping-room would never be the same.\n\ntried to attack me, got put down.\n\nHer eyes strayed from the page to the jar, her brain unwilling to match the ghost that had crushed the baker's wife's face like an eggshell with the washed-out used-up squashed bug of a ghost she had here.\n\nuseless for study. going to give it a day to calm down, then see if i can get anything out of it.\n\nIt'd had no discernible gender. No clothing. It had barely been person-shaped. Many decent specimens tended to mime the moment of their deaths, over and over, allowing Archivists to guess at least at what had killed them. Not this one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beyond a mouth, it hadn't even had features to its face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just a blur of light and rage.\n\nWasp had found it tearing up the baker's house two days before the Archivist-choosing fight. Being forgotten in its jar on her shelf for two weeks while she'd healed had calmed it down, all right, but it looked much the same. Only smaller. Less angry. Like a fire that had nearly gone out.\n\nShe stuck a finger in the jar. Poked the ghost, and her finger sank in to the first knuckle. No response.\n\nThere was still a little space left on the page. She wiped her finger off on her leg and took out a charcoal.\n\ntoo weak now to even take shape. left in the jar too long?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "no fight left in it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "almost dead. if that even happens.\n\nconclusion: ghosts wither in captivity.\n\nShe read it over. It wasn't anything groundbreaking, but it was an observation she'd never seen written up before, and that had to count for something. At least it might save her a beating when she reported her day's work to the Catchkeep-priest. Maybe.\n\nWeak and insubstantial as the ghost had become, being here, in a ghost-place, seemed to be lending it a bit of strength. As it stirred and stretched at the bottom of the jar, sending out stubby appendages from its mass, Wasp put the notebook down and began readying the items for the ritual that would destroy a ghost that had given its Archivist as much information as she was likely to get out of it. In this case, almost none. Waste of time, really.\n\nShe was moving quicker now. No point in being cruel, letting the ghost come into its strength only to annihilate it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not when all it had to do was get out of the jar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took the firestarter out of the backpack, and a handful of dried leaves. A tiny plastic vial of water and another of milk followed those. The milk was long since soured, but that didn't matter. She set these down on the ledge in a rough circle in front of her, then put the jar, ghost and all, in the center.\n\nAll she needed now was blood.\n\nShe eased into a crouch as smoothly as her shaky muscles allowed. Something hissed a white streak up her leg, ankle to thigh, but she set her face and waited it out. The harvesting-knife was at her belt, and an eroded crater of black rock was by her feet, stained with rusty brown.\n\nA flick of the blade against her thumbtip and the blood ran down. She held it out over the crater and waited as it dripped a tiny pool, hardly big enough to drown a bug.\n\nThe line she'd cut into her thumb had crosscut old scars from days and months and years of bloodlettings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd long since run out of empty spaces to slice into." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<A map,> thought Wasp, who had seen one once. <A map to nowhere.>\n\nThe ghost in the jar roused a little, scenting. Farther back, other ghosts rose and settled in a mass. Out of the corner of her eye she watched them watch the blood run, watched them watch her raise her bloodied hand and lick it clean.\n\nThe silence curdled now. Clung to her crawling skin like the tarry rains of spring and did not lift. She didn't need to look to know the ghosts were straining toward the pool and toward her backpack as far as their roots allowed, as if she were Execution Hill itself and they the orchard curled around its heels.\n\nShe looked away from the jar for a second, just long enough to replace the notebook and charcoal in her backpack—and when she looked back at it the ghost was, impossibly, climbing out.\n\nIt was the size of Wasp's hand, and glowed dully silver. It was shaped like a person, or like a person as drawn by a small child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A cutout-shape person reduced to vague particulars—body, arms, legs, head. It was faceless, hairless, genderless. It gained its stubby feet and stood tilting its oversized skull at her. Wasp knew that stance. When it strengthened enough to bring its eyes in clear, they would be looking at her with the bland inquiry of an infant. If they could even see her at all.\n\nWhat baffled her was that it was out of the jar in the first place. The saltlick was still in its box in her backpack, and the blood was two feet away. Where was it getting that much strength from?\n\nShe had two options. Hurry up and destroy the ghost before things got complicated." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'would' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or wait to see what it would do.\n\nHer job was to destroy it. Send it on to Catchkeep, Who would carry it to that far green shore. She'd seen enough of this ghost to know she wasn't going to learn anything from it. She was just drawing out the inevitable, not to mention putting herself at risk. She'd had to fight this specimen once before, and she wasn't up for a second round today.\n\nThere had been Archivists before her who enjoyed destroying ghosts. There might well be another when she was dead. Wasp wasn't one of them. Something about how most ghosts never seemed to want to stay still for the ritual, kept trying to drag themselves out of the circle and back toward where they'd popped out of nothing into the living world, flopping against their salt tethers like fish out of water. In the stories they all went on to Catchkeep joyfully, but whatever Wasp saw in them, she didn't reckon it was joy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not that it mattered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was the work, and she had to do it. The least she could do, here, now, with this ghost at her mercy, was to show it some and get this over with fast.\n\nShe drew the harvesting-knife.\n\nOblivious to Wasp's approach, the ghost took a step back, staggered a little, windmilling the paddles of its arms, then proceeded to toddle in a slow circle and fall over.\n\nAs it lay there, its mouth came in.\n\nIt was saying something.\n\nWasp sheathed the knife so fast she almost took off a finger.\n\nShe dropped to her knees and snatched up the little ghost. It weighed literally nothing. She'd long since gotten used to the instantaneous visceral shock of touching one, halfway between frostbite and vertigo. The ghost smushed its face against the clotting at her thumb, then took a tentative little lick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then another. And another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At first the ghost's tongue felt like nothing, absolutely nothing, but as the ghost battened on her, strengthening, she became aware of a scraping sensation, as though she were a hide the ghost was tanning. Tomorrow it would be a nasty bruise, her thumb would be green-purple to the webbing, and she'd have to think fast to keep it hidden from the Catchkeep-priest.\n\nShe didn't mind the pain. Whatever ghosts might do to her, she at least knew where they stood. They didn't hurt her to benefit themselves, like the upstarts, or because they wanted her to suffer, like the Catchkeep-priest, whose hate she never fully understood. Ghosts were just hungry, lonely, lost. Desperate and confused. These were all things she could relate to. And out here, among them, was the only place she felt safe—not because none of them ever harmed her, but because they never wished her harm. They barely even knew she was there.\n\nAs it drank, the ghost began to grow. By the time she set it down and it inched on its belly to the pool and started lapping, it was the size of a weanling pup." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It drank and drank, pausing only to..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "glance?... over its shoulder at her with a blank silver face in which the only feature was a wide red mouth. When the pool was emptied the ghost stood the size of a two-year-old child, and its eyes had come in.\n\nIt blinked at her, not inquisitively, not anything. She had no idea what it was seeing, but whatever it was, it wasn't her. It stood there, its mouth releasing unformed mewing sounds in no language Wasp knew.\n\nWasp held her breath, listening.\n\nAnd the hazy outline of the ghost sharpened off a little, and the sounds clarified with it. The same few syllables, looping over and over. It sounded like a name. It could have been anyone's. A lover's, a child's, a friend's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wasp's mouth twisted, scorn or envy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she realized what she was witnessing, and scrambled for her notebook.\n\ntwo-weeks-caught ghost\n\nweakest Ive ever seen\n\nno salt no blood but walking talking\n\nShe underlined talking three times, then circled it twice.\n\ntalking louder now with the blood in it but this thing went from silver smoke-blob to climbing out of the jar in a three-count on its own and that was before any blood any salt any reason\n\nUnderlined on its own. Underlined reason.\n\nshouldnt be happening\n\nstupid to destroy without further study.\n\nLike it mattered, sparing something already dead. Stupid that she should feel relieved, but she always did." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd just have to destroy it later, once she was done with—" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She glanced up, frantic for a second because the ghost was not where she had left it. Then she caught sight of it, meandering back along the ledge, its hand twisting at the air as if turning invisible doorknobs. Wasp watched as it reached the others and began to play with its shape, stretching and shrinking, stopping when it was roughly the height of most of the ghosts in the group. It stood among them as they patted its arms and face, which had grown fingers and a nose, respectively. It was looking into the face of each ghost in turn, still repeating those syllables that might have been a name. The last syllable had a little upward tilt to it now. As if it were asking a question.\n\nWasp stared, charcoal forgotten in her hand. A ghost was communicating with other ghosts? This was big. This was very, very big.\n\n\"Hey,\" she whispered at it, feeling stupid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of course, the ghost didn't respond." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd mostly known it wouldn't. Ghosts couldn't talk to people, not even Archivists. She had a whole box of field notes to prove it. It was only a very, very strong ghost that could do something like attack a person, but even then it did so mindlessly, like a tantruming child kicking at the floor.\n\nShe tried again. \"Hey there. I'm not going to hurt you.\"\n\nNothing. No surprise there. But she could still recapture the ghost for study. See what she could get from it. Give its death a purpose. It would be the same purpose that a struck spark gives firewood, but it was better than none.\n\nShe was just reaching for the jar when the ghost found a crack in the wall and shrank down some more to disappear inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She leapt after it, too late." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wasp dropped her head into her hands, swearing as colorfully as she knew how. It was a good few minutes before she calmed down, but she had to. When a tiny spark of hope shone out from the shitheap of her life, she had to focus on it. It was the only way she was going to get through another year of this without losing her mind.\n\nThe ghost was gone, but it could have been worse. She would have loved to study it further, try to figure out what it wanted, and, more importantly, what had given it the strength to want it in the first place. No point in worrying about that, though. She was losing the light. She'd tell the Catchkeep-priest she'd destroyed the ghost like she was supposed to, and catch another one to study. It'd have to be a good one, to make her less pissed at herself than she was right now. But she also had the notes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was rare that she was supposed to release a ghost, but what she was meant to say when she did so was this:\n\n<I am the Archivist. Catchkeep's emissary, ambassador, and avatar on earth. Her bones and stars my flesh; my flesh and bones Her stars. I am She who bears you, She who sustains you, She to whom your dust returns. You have lived well. You have died well. I release you. Do not ghost my way.>\n\nWhat she did say was:\n\n\"Back into the soup with you, troublemaker. Next time, pick someplace smarter to haunt.\"\n\nDestroying the captive ghost had been only one of her appointed tasks today." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was also supposed to catch another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The midwife's niece wanted a baby, but was suffering from an uncooperative womb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An egg would catch, and clot, and grow, then lose its grip and trickle out, and the midwife's arsenal of tricks was to no avail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The midwife had prayed to the Chooser and come away with the notion that an animated clot might have the will to hang on as a new body pieced itself around it. She'd gone to the Catchkeep-priest with her petition and her offerings to Catchkeep, and the Catchkeep-priest had given Wasp the job of finding her a ghost.\n\nIn Wasp's experience, the townspeople were terrified of ghosts, and with good reason. Unlike Archivists, they weren't under Catchkeep's protection, and Catchkeep's dominion was ghosts. It was very, very rare for someone to come asking for a specimen for personal use, but it did happen. There was trade in ghosts to neighboring towns, for instance—once or twice a year, maybe, the Catchkeep-priest would barter a bottled ghost for Chooser knew what, and one time Wasp had seen her predecessor catch a particularly nasty specimen and tether it in the town gardens to keep the scav kids off the perimeter fence. The harvest that autumn had doubled.\n\nBut Wasp was not her predecessor. She didn't have a fraction of that kind of love for the work. As an upstart, Wasp had been sent up to the Archivist-house on an errand for the Catchkeep-priest. All she remembered about the Archivist she'd go on to replace was that she'd left salt-trails running to her house, at least half the jars on her shelves were not only full but also blood-streaked on their inside walls, and she'd been in the process of squeezing a cut finger for a hungry ghost when Wasp had knocked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the Archivist had grinned at her, Wasp had shuddered at the sharpness of her teeth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wasp wasn't in the habit of keeping ghosts around for long, and she wasn't looking to start a collection. She might have three full jars, at most, on any given day. Her method was as pared-back as possible. Cut, capture, carry home in jar, take notes, bring back in jar, destroy. No reason to prolong suffering, even of the dead. When they'd come to her asking to tether a scarecrow-ghost as her predecessor had done, she'd done it—but after a few nights of its howling drifting up her hill, she'd snuck into the gardens and cut it free. When they asked her to catch another, she'd obeyed. When that one and the next two also disappeared, they stopped asking.\n\nSo Wasp would catch a child-ghost for the midwife's niece. She had no idea how the midwife was planning to put this ghost in a living woman's womb, or whether a ghost would even want such a thing, and what a ghost might do in that case to show its displeasure if the idea was not to its liking. She wasn't sure she wanted to know." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'around' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, before and after her doubts she was the Archivist. She had a duty to her people. The fallout from their decisions wasn't her business. Not unless the ghost got loose.\n\nThe other ghosts were still milling around the crack in the rock, oblivious to her inspection. Most were ankle-height or less; a few topped out around her knees or thighs. The tallest one she'd ever seen stood half as high as the ledge, but she'd only seen it once. Where it'd gotten the strength for that trick from, she had no idea. She'd been an upstart then, and had kept well away.\n\nThankfully, her thumb had stopped bleeding. Not that any of this batch of ghosts looked particularly threatening, but the blood had been known to bring it out in them, and things were weird enough today already without adding a brawl on top." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd bandage it. Meantime, she'd better get moving and distract them, just in case." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wasp rummaged in the backpack and came out with the little plastic box containing the saltlick. She set it down near the nearest of the ghosts, putting herself between it and the bloodstained pit of rock. The ghosts nosed forward, browsing at the air—one or two taking a step, then others following, and a scuffle erupted at her feet as the ghosts descended upon the dish.\n\nIt still startled her, how violently the salt drew them. The field notes said it was because it put the ghosts in mind of their former flesh. That to them, it was the salt of sweat, of tears, of blood. It drew them because it made them remember being alive, made them hunger for everything they'd lost.\n\nShe sketched the feeding ghosts in her notebook, her mind on the one she'd let slip through her fingers. It fascinated and depressed her, the way the ghosts moved, pacing their confines. Sounding their boundaries, back and forth. She saw much of herself in them, so she never watched for long." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Today there were eight lone ones and what looked to be a rare set of three. What with their ability to change size at will, it was always hard for her to tell the ages they'd been when they'd died, but by the way two of them were nudging the third one on before them toward the saltlick, shielding it against the others' jostling with what they most likely still thought of as their bodies, Wasp's best guess was that this used to be a family.\n\nAs the salt took hold of them, their faces began to resolve: first the features grew, claylike, then refining—their hair grew out, straight or curly, then darkened or lightened from that dullish silver—their eyes grew pupils, irises, and color slowly began to bleed in. Their heights and sizes began to stabilize, to calibrate against each other. It was a family, she could see now. Or used to be. Two females and a tiny male, maybe three or four years old at time of death.\n\nIt might be weeks before she found another child-ghost so young. And she hated unfinished business.\n\nKeeping her eyes on the lapping ghosts, one hand reached behind her blind and felt around on the rock for the jar, while the other hand drew the harvesting-knife free of its dogleather sheath at her belt. The knife was as long as her forearm, forged from some bright metal, with a guard like a sword and a grip wrapped with the same dogleather as the sheath, and worth more than everything else in her little house combined." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shape of the blade was irregular, the hilt longer than the handle of a knife of similar size would be, and the point was unevenly tapered, as though the true point had broken off and this was what was left." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'caught' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it was a ritual blade, not a weapon, and it served.\n\nWhen she readied it in position, the low autumn sun caught on the sixteen dots of darker metal inset along the blade: the six larger ones, the size of a wild blueberry; the ten smaller ones, the size of a clover-seed. Vaguely they described a wedge-shaped head, a jaw like a beartrap, a barrel chest, long legs, a lashing back-curved tail.\n\nYears ago, when she stood bloodied on the lakeshore above the previous Archivist's cooling corpse, and was presented with this blade, it was held out to her in such a way that the constellation on the blade caught and returned the light of the matching constellation in the sky. Catchkeep.\n\nThe harvesting-knife felt strange in her hand now after two weeks without it. Strange and yet as familiar as any other part of her. She took a step toward the child-ghost, and it turned.\n\nThis part used to frighten her a little. The sea-change in the ghosts' eyes as the salt waylaid them. The look on their faces, like they woke from a nightmare to find that the monsters had followed them back out into their cozy beds. It had not taken her long to realize that the only monster they were seeing was her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The child-ghost turned back to the saltlick. Its parent-ghosts didn't seem to have noticed her at all. For the thousandth time she reminded herself of what the field notes had taught her: that when she harvested a ghost, the ones it had traveled with wouldn't even know it was gone, no longer had the minds with which to understand the loss or the hearts with which to feel it, any more than a hand feels the loss of a pared fingernail. That ghosts, essentially, were recorded information rewinding, playing, rewinding. Skipping and resuming. A resource to be tapped and nothing more.\n\nShe wished she knew whether that were true.\n\nKnife in one hand, jar in the other, she was kneeling behind the child-ghost ready to slice it free and lid it up when she realized: there was only the one jar. Only the one jar, which she was about to fill with a ghost that had died too young to be of any use to the field notes.\n\nIt wouldn't be the first time she harvested a ghost she didn't have much hope of learning anything from—but usually it was not her first day on the job after half a month in recovery, she hadn't just lost the ghost she should have been bringing back to study, and she hadn't forgotten to bring enough damn jars with her on a hunt. And she didn't much relish the idea of coming back up here to try again tomorrow.\n\nIf she took the child-ghost for the midwife's niece, she would have made good on that particular duty, but otherwise she'd be returning to the Catchkeep-priest emptyhanded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And that was not a place she wanted to be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But then she thought of the child-ghost, and wondered whether the midwife was right and it was possible for it to be reborn. She thought of the children she had seen chasing each other around town and concluded that, as far as she could tell, children liked to be alive. It was her best guess that this one might have liked it, too. She only hoped it wouldn't come back as a baby girl with Catchkeep's mark on her cheek.\n\nShe glanced at the child-ghost, the parent-ghosts. \"Paring a fingernail,\" she said, either to them or to herself, and decided.\n\nA quick swipe in a ring around the child-ghost with the harvesting-knife and it shrank back to ankle-height, weakened. Free for the picking. She set down the knife, closed her hand around the ghost's waist, and pulled. It came free of the rock with a sound like uprooting weeds from mud and she dropped it into the jar, looking anywhere but at its face.\n\nWhere she found herself looking instead was into the eyes of the two parent-ghosts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had turned from the saltlick and were staring at her with a look that she had seen rather often on the living but very, very seldom on any ghost. Complete awareness. Utter hate.\n\nIt froze her. These ghosts, these nothing little ghosts she'd disregarded, actually had the strength to turn their backs on the salt without her say-so. It flew in the face of everything she knew.\n\n\"No,\" she whispered, as her palms went clammy and her heart began to race.\n\nFirst she'd released a ghost from two weeks' confinement, which was apparently beyond long enough to wither it like a leaf, but somehow the ghost had found the strength to remember. To search. To attempt to speak. To communicate with other ghosts, if Wasp's observation was correct. And then there was the look in the parent-ghosts' eyes. Which was now in the others' eyes, too, as all the ghosts abandoned the salt to turn their faces upon her in unison, as though alerted by the sudden racket of her breath, the sudden stink of her fear.\n\nShe'd read warnings in the field notes about clusters of strong ghosts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One on its own meant a difficult catch, but a first-class specimen." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "More than one meant trouble. No catch at all, and maybe a dead Archivist. It had happened before. She had a pretty good idea where this was going.\n\nIt wasn't these ghosts that were the problem. Not any of the ones on the ledge, not the one she'd lost.\n\nIt was worse." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Produce three sentences as a continuation. Note: Story may reference established characters/events." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wasp was dreaming. She hated dreaming.\n\nIn her dream she was lying on a ledge on a mountaintop in a black wind, something pressed against her face. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone was saying, over and over, soft and low: it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then there came a silence in which nobody said anything, not even the wind, and she found she could get up, so she did.\n\nThe ghost was waiting. It looked different. The markers of its ghostliness were gone from it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shattered salt-chains at its feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dark glow evaporating off of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The way it flickered, sometimes, as the real world snagged at its edges and sent moonlight shining through it for a split second before it regained control.\n\nShe heard the dogs again, closer still. Above the din the Catchkeep-priest was singing out in high glee, sending a shiver up her spine: Wasp, oh Wasp. A merry chase." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't need to worry about them,\" said the ghost. \"They won't find you now.\" It had its hands on her shoulders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was not designed to be comforting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was designed to hold her in place. Reflexively she twisted free, tripped over something on the ground, and went over in a heap. The night sky swung wide above her in narrowing arcs as her head recalibrated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she had ever been so disoriented before, she couldn't remember when.\n\nThat thing on the ground, though. It was all the no-colors of the rock of the Hill, shadowed as the moonlight would shadow such rock, and even actively looking for it, her eyes could barely pick it out from the ledge on which it lay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still, she couldn't discern its outlines, its shape." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even stranger was the thread, fine as an eyelash and the color of lightning, which connected the thing on the ledge to her. She touched the place where it disappeared between her breasts. She had strangled upstarts with wire that felt like this thread." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She backed a step and the thread unspooled from somewhere—within her?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "within the thing on the ledge?—to follow.\n\n\"I'd thought to ease you into it,\" the ghost was saying. \"It's a shock, I realize.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As an afterthought, \"At least it worked. I wasn't sure it would.\"\n\nHer brain was muzzy. A shock? What was?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She remembered a pill, far smaller and far smoother than the midwife's herbal boluses, with a kick swifter and harder than anything she'd ever pilfered out the back of the distillery when the brew-mistress's back was turned. A pill, and then that awful dream of airlessness, and then— All at once she began to laugh. \"I'm a ghost?\" She couldn't put her finger on exactly what was so funny, but once she had started laughing, she found it very hard to stop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her laughter flew out over the valley, and down below in the dark, the dogs kept on with their snuffling and the Catchkeep-priest kept on with his hallooing and not a one of them was any bit the wiser. \"I'm a ghost!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You still have your knife,\" said the ghost. In its tone was something Wasp took a minute to place as admiration. \"I didn't expect that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I ought to stick you with it. Trust you. You said your pill and your whatever-it-is weren't going to—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And they didn't. Your body's systems have been slowed down dramatically, but you are exactly as alive as you were ten minutes ago. And with a considerably better chance of staying that way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ghost paused, grasping after phrasing she would understand. \"Sort of like a bear? In winter?\"\n\n\"Bears are built to hibernate. I'm not.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And that,\" it rejoined smoothly, \"is why we don't have time to stand here talking.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wasp squatted down beside herself, awkward in the Archivist-coat. That had come through along with the knife, and also the backpack. More nuisance than anything, she guessed, but kept them on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've never seen anything like it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She aimed an experimental poke at what she guessed was her shoulder and glanced up surprised. \"It's cold.\"\n\n\"It provides camouflage in the infrared as well as the visual spectrum. Never mind. More importantly for you, those dogs shouldn't be able to smell you, either.\"\n\nWasp ran her hand lightly over the cloaking device she still thought of as a spiderweb, wondering how her previous escapes would have gone if she'd had this thing on her side then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wondering where she might be right now if she had.\n\nShe clamped her mouth shut on the crazy laugh that threatened to tear its way back out of her. She could feel it boiling in her gut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her blood had turned to lightning. The Catchkeep-priest, the shrine-dogs, all of them down in the orchard chasing their tails. Sniffing each others' asses too, maybe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wished them joy of it, and gnawed her tongue to keep from giggling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Killing pissant little upstarts, that was supposed to make her feel victorious. It never had. Until this moment, she never really knew what that even felt like.\n\n\"We don't have long,\" said the ghost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We have to keep moving.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wasp snapped out of it fast. \"How long?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ghost shrugged. \"Two days, maybe three, once you're through to where we're going. But that's weeks up here. Sometimes more.\"\n\n\"Sometimes?\"\n\n\"Like I said. We have to keep moving.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Moving. Sure.\" Wasp surveyed the ledge. \"Moving where?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Back down.\" At the look on Wasp's face, which encompassed the baying of the shrine-dogs and the Catchkeep-priest running along behind, the ghost clarified. \"To the lower ledge. Where you go—\" it paused to invest the next word with infinite disdain—\"hunting.\"\n\nWasp didn't much like its tone of voice, but what could she do?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was in too deep now to turn back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thread in her chest reeled out slack as they descended.\n\nThe ghost reached the ledge first. \"There.\"\n\nIt was facing a wall of solid rock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Arms folded, it tipped its chin. \"There.\"\n\nThere was a crack in the wall the width of Wasp's shoe. She'd seen hundreds of ghosts change their size at will and disappear into it, but apparently being a ghost didn't confer that trick unto her automatically." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nor could she really imagine this particular ghost shrinking itself down to the size of a rat to wriggle in there." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'ahead' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If it makes it easier,\" the ghost said, \"imagine a door.\"\n\nWasp looked at the crack in the rock.\n\n\"Forget that. Look ahead of you. Always ahead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wasp looked ahead. Six feet to either side, rock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dozens of yards above her head, rock. Where the ledge ran out, the drop. The ghost took two steps forward and disappeared, then reemerged. \"Now you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wasp thought: I am a ghost." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I will pass straight through.\n\nShe strode forward and smashed her face on the wall.\n\n\"Don't think: the rock is insubstantial. It isn't.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, I kind of got tha—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Think: I am stronger than the rock.\"\n\nShe eyed the wall with deep misgivings. \"Am I?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" said the ghost. \"You tell me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am stronger than the rock,\" she said, and smashed her face again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ghost made an exasperated sound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It might help to close your eyes.\"\n\nWasp bristled. This, all of this, was moving way too fast, and not one crumb of it was anything she'd expected when she agreed to it. \"I don't take orders from you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. You don't. Why don't you wake yourself up and run back to the people you do take orders from. The pill will wear off in a couple of days. Get comfortable.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Halfway through the wall, a parting shot. \"I should have known you weren't up to this.\"\n\nThe ghost disappeared. Wasp waited, but this time it didn't return." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You need me,\" Wasp shouted at the place where it had vanished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm going to find your Ragpicker-taken dead friend for you, remember?\" She kicked at the wall. In her semi-ghostly state, she found this profoundly unsatisfying. \"Remember?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing. She crushed a rising panic down. She walked to the wall, pressed her hands against the rock and pushed. Feeling stupid, she shut her eyes and held her breath and tried to shrink herself down to squeeze through that crack at her feet, as she had seen so many ghosts do before her. Some minutes passed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All it gave her was a headache, which she didn't think should have been possible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She thought about turning herself in to the hunting party." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She thought about letting the pill wear off, climbing back into her body, and waiting on the ledge to freeze. She thought about risking an escape by foot, on land, among the living, with the shrine-dogs on her scent. And she thought about what would happen when she was found." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not this time,\" she said, and walked through the wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a moment of disorientation as the fabric of her person interleaved with the fabric of the rock, but before she'd noticed she'd passed the point of smashing her face again she was already through. The ghost was waiting at the other side, in an almost perfect darkness. Before them, a wide path opened up in the raw rock of the Hill and curved gently down into the black, studded with luminescent fungi, or insects." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were too high up for her to tell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The light given off from them was feeble and flickering, shadowing more than it illuminated, the milky green of pus. And in it, the ghost nodded at her, evidently satisfied.\n\nShe could have punched it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's it,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No more tricks. If you're about to push me into a pile of shit, you tell me before I'm up to my neck in it. Make me believe that helping you is a better choice than going back where I came from. Or I walk.\"\n\n\"If I'd told you what you had to do to get here,\" the ghost said reasonably, \"would you have come? I couldn't risk you staying behind. It seemed the most expedient way to convince you.\"\n\n\"What did? Making me think I couldn't do those things? Climb the Hill? Get through the wall? Live through that—whatever that thing—\" The sensation returned to her, of the spiderweb-thing smoothing over her nose and mouth, her lungs kicking against nothing. Her skin crawled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And then make you realize you could do them,\" said the ghost, watching her levelly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes. You were hardly going to take my word for it. You had to prove it to yourself.\"\n\n\"I—\" Wasp began, then stopped. There was no tactic that would have fit her better, and she knew it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't want to ask, but she had to. \"How did—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You remind me a little of someone I used to know,\" it said. \"Long ago.\"\n\n\"This ghost of yours, you mean?\" Wasp asked. \"Foster?\"\n\nIt said nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So she was—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stubborn?\" The ghost's gaze slid over her, down the path, toward nothing Wasp could see. \"Breathtakingly.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A pause. \"We should keep moving.\" After a few steps it seemed to realize Wasp wasn't following. It stopped but did not turn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No more tricks,\" Wasp said to its back.\n\nA moment of silence, and then it nodded. \"No more tricks.\"\n\nWasp took a few steps toward the brightening farther down and stopped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What she wanted in her bones was to hang back and let the ghost negotiate the hall before her and encounter whatever was around the blind curve at the bottom first." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So she put on a brave face and soldiered on.\n\nThe hall was longer than it looked from above, and steep enough that she had to curl her toes to grip the rock through her flimsy shoes. She couldn't tell whether, as she descended, the air grew warmer or colder, drier or damper; only that other, stranger smells than rock and autumn began to add themselves to it: spice and smoldering and chemicals, and a sweetish rotten smell that put her in mind of the Catchkeep-shrine, its carrion and flowers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the bottom, they found a door. The smell was stronger here.\n\nSomething had been nagging at Wasp since she'd passed through the wall, and this door, the hugeness and incongruity and somehow the finality of it, brought it to the forefront." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I die here. I mean, I can't die here. Can I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A ghost can't, not by the strictest definition. But by the strictest definition you're also not a ghost.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So... I won't?\"\n\n\"So I'm not sure what will happen. So do your best not to find out.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Wasp. \"Thanks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Its deadpan and her sarcasm sailed straight on past each other, strangers passing on a dark road in the night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You want to watch that,\" said the ghost, pointing to the thread emerging from Wasp's chest, disappearing back and back behind her. \"Don't let it break.\"\n\nWasp immediately started fussing at it, gauging its strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was tensile and stronger at least than the hard tug she gave it. \"What'll happen?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know. I've never seen one before. My guess is that if something goes wrong, and it snaps, then you lose your way back.\"\n\nGoes wrong, thought Wasp. What part of this hasn't gone wrong?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe you'll be stuck here,\" the ghost went on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe you'll disappear altogether. Like I said, you're not a ghost. You're in-between. You might just be—\" here it made a gesture more eloquent than Wasp liked, an opening of one gloved fist like the ghost scattered something unseen to the wind: all gone—\"undone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right,\" she said, still fidgeting. \"And if something happens to my body? Up there?\"\n\n\"Again, I'm not sure. I imagine you'll know it if you see it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Great,\" said Wasp. Then something else hit her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You said stuck here. You mean I die. I become a ghost. For real this time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ghost said nothing.\n\n\"This is nothing like in the stories. Down here, ghosts are supposed to be immortal.\"\n\n\"They are,\" said the ghost." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What they are not is invincible.\"\n\nWasp barked out a nervous laugh. \"Doesn't look like it makes much difference from—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is your last chance to turn back,\" it said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I won't stop you. There are other exits, deeper in. But this door is not one of them. And I can't open it for you.\"\n\nThe door was a double door, its knockers fashioned of some dull no-colored metal. They were the exact perfect height for Wasp to reach, the exact perfect size for Wasp to grasp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were neither overly warm nor overly cold to the touch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound of her exhalation was louder than it should have been, in that space.\n\n\"Is it true?\" she asked. She had not often looked the ghost square in the face, but she did now. \"They—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "—believe in me down here? she thought." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"—talk about me down here?\" she said.\n\n\"Yes,\" said the ghost. \"No. Does it matter?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" said Wasp, and knocked." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "CONTINUE STORY. PARAMETERS: 12 sentences sentences, character continuity, fantasy, scifi, dystopia, ghosts, post-apocalyptic genre." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She landed in a drift of dry leaves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The first thing she did was look up, straining her ears for some clue as to how the fight above, between the lurchers and upstarts, was going." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the bottom of the well, where she'd mostly expected to land, was no longer there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Neither was the ghost.\n\nShe thought of calling out to it, and stopped, her mouth half-open. What would she say? Ghost? Here, ghost! She was a long way off from that desperate.\n\nAnd she couldn't get the upstarts out of her mind. A wink of the Chooser's good eye to you, Becca, she thought, and touched her fingers to the scar on her cheek, and raised that hand to the empty air. Then, because she knew she could do nothing to help them now, she got up and looked around.\n\nShe did not know a name for the thing she found herself in. Certainly it wasn't the crossroads with Foster in it, which would have disappointed her more if she'd been at all confident that her idea of navigating the waypoints with memories would work.\n\nThere were long walls to three sides of her, higher than her head, higher than the ghost's, but made of bushes or low wide trees: some flowering, some fruiting, some evergreen, some bare. She couldn't begin to guess at the season.\n\nThe walls still kept some of their shape, though not much." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It looked like someone used to maintain them, trimming back the branches, but hadn't done so in some time. The fallen leaves were everywhere, half a foot deep in places, and when she kicked some away she found a floor beneath, the stones of it arranged in a simple pattern of dark and light, alternating.\n\nIf she set her eye to a gap in the bare branches she could peek through. Beyond she could see a wall of what looked to be part blackberry bushes, part holly. Marking the corner of that wall was a massive evergreen bush that had been cut into the shape of some sort of towering animal, long since overgrown so that extra limbs jutted out from its sides, strange appendages from its head. It reared up on its hind legs, higher than the surrounding walls. It reminded her partly of a bear with antlers, partly of Catchkeep Herself. But there was something else about it. Something that snagged at her mind, made her itch to examine it closer.\n\nIn front of her a path opened out, walled in brambles on the left side, yellow flowers on the right. Off in the distance she could make out objects caught in the brambles, though she couldn't tell what they were.\n\nShe started down the path toward them, hating how much noise her feet made in the leaves, hoping she would find the ghost before something else found her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She reached the brambles and the things caught in them were pieces of ghosts. Hundreds of pieces of ghosts, silvery and fluttering, fastened tight to the brambles as though someone had pinned them there lovingly. The bodies from which they'd been subtracted were nowhere to be seen. Many of the pieces were hands, with or without partial arms attached, and they seemed to wave at Wasp as she hurried by.\n\nIn the wall of yellow flowers opposite, a low gap appeared, mostly overgrown, and she ducked through it. To her left and front, more paths branched off. She could see gaps through the walls even from here. Behind her, on the other side of the gap she'd ducked into, she could sense the ghost-hands fluttering their fingers. She shivered. Trying not to connect missing ghost with ghost pieces pinned to thorns. Wondering if she had any way of recognizing any of those pieces, silver and identical, if she wanted to get closer and try. Which she didn't.\n\nShe'd wandered maybe five more minutes when she heard a crashing sound off behind her. She thought of that animal-shape carved out of a tree, overgrown into something unrecognizable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She thought of the ghost-faces, breeze catching their mouths so it looked like they were about to speak.\n\nWhatever was making that noise, she wasn't about to give it the satisfaction of dragging her out of some hiding place in the bushes, kicking and screaming. If it wanted her, it was going to have to earn her.\n\nWasp drew her knife. \"I'm here,\" she shouted. \"Let's get this over with.\"\n\n\"And lucky to be here,\" came a voice, behind her. Close behind. Wasp spun, slashing with the harvesting-knife, and her blade had struck the blade of the ghost's sword before she saw who'd spoken. \"If you'd waited any longer to jump down that well,\" it continued, \"who knows where you'd have ended up.\"\n\n\"I was delayed,\" she said, fighting down annoyance—but also a small upsurge of pride. She'd made the ghost draw its sword to block her. She wasn't going to dwell on how it had gotten so close without her noticing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This way,\" the ghost said, halfway through a gap in the wall." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🔍 Find a place to insert: \"There's something I saw back there. It looked, I don't know. Weird. Like a monster cut out of a tree.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think I found our exit.\"\n\n\"Yeah, about that,\" she said, hanging back as the ghost returned through the gap. \"There's something I saw back there. It looked, I don't know. Weird. Like a monster cut out of a tree.\" She stuck a thumb over her shoulder. \"Back that way.\"\n\nThe ghost glanced toward where she was pointing, then back at her. Wasp bristled under its look. \"I thought we were looking for things that were out of place,\" she said. Knowing she sounded defensive. Not caring.\n\n\"We are and aren't,\" said the ghost. \"Show me.\"\n\nShe led it back through a series of guesses at turns toward where she'd seen the bear-thing through the gap in the wall, hoping with everything she had that she wouldn't make a wrong turn and run them into real trouble. Or, at the very least, make her look like a fool. So far, she wasn't exactly feeling any closer to getting her hands on that healing device." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chooser knew how, but she was going to have to seriously step up her game here.\n\nAfter a minute they stood at the base of the thing, looking up at it. It was even taller than she'd thought, seeing it from a distance. It had to reach five feet above her head.\n\n\"Here,\" Wasp said.\n\n\"This?\" said the ghost.\n\nShe nodded.\n\n\"This isn't anything.\"\n\nWasp reached up a hand and touched the bear-thing's flank. Somehow it was hard for her to turn and leave without investigating further. The ghost narrowed its eyes at her. \"You think this is a door.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know. I just have a. A feeling. I guess.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'leaves' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How does this feeling propose we get in?\"\n\n\"I don't know. Cut through it? Climb it? Maybe there's something hidden—shit.\"\n\nShe bent to retrieve the harvesting-knife, which had somehow managed to fall out of its sheath to land with a soft crunch in the leaves at the bear-thing's feet. \"Stupid,\" she said to it, or to herself, replacing it at her belt. A fine time for it to start coming unsheathed. Her one weapon and her one way to access the clues that might eventually lead her to Foster. If she lost it down here she was cooked.\n\nWasp started circling around the bear-thing, peering at the drifted leaves in its shadow.\n\nShe got most of the way around the back when she stopped, feeling a strange tugging in her chest. She turned, and the ghost was holding her thread, thumb-and-forefinger.\n\nShe nearly gasped. Without a doubt the thread was dissolving fast. She stared at it, shaken. Her mind raced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The change in it had not been as gradual as she'd expected. She'd first noticed it weakening in the cabin where she'd first read the ghost's blood. Then again as she lay in the moss outside the cabin. And now. Each time it had been fainter than the last, and this time the change was especially distinct. It looked like if she breathed on it it would break. But as far as she could tell, she'd only been gone one night.\n\nAt last she made the connection. Not only the first time, but each time she noticed a change in the thread was after she'd read the blood. If she hadn't been so furious the last time she'd surfaced to reality, she suspected she'd have noticed it sooner.\n\nThe good news was that if she'd already seen what she needed to see, and she didn't need to read any more blood, she might well get out of this alive. But if she hadn't—\n\nWhen the ghost had her attention, it let go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As you can see, we don't have all day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wasp gave the bear-thing one last once-over but saw nothing of note." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wasn't even sure why she had this feeling, or where it had come from, or how to put it into words beyond the vaguest possible surmise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And certainly not how to put it into action. And of the two of them, she wasn't the one who'd been down here, navigating waypoints, for longer than she could begin to guess at.\n\n\"Fine,\" she said, and followed the ghost as it began cutting its way straight through the walls of the maze to a clearing where a lonely stone fountain stood. A pedestal rose from the center of the basin, terminating in an upright stone ring a little over a yard across. Whatever used to be in the center of the ring had fallen or been knocked out, leaving jagged teeth of stone around the ring's inner edge, like the glass around the frame of a broken window. Without it, the fountain's water couldn't spray. It trickled down the sides of the pedestal to collect in the basin, black and cold.\n\nYellow leaves floated on that black water. Coins glinted, silver and copper, farther down. Each of the leaves had something written on it, many in alphabets Wasp didn't recognize. She picked up a few. What was written on them was names." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not even sure what she was looking at, Wasp skimmed the surface of the basin with her eyes, scanning for one that said Foster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't find it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Up we go,\" said the ghost, and Wasp stood eyeing the pedestal and the ring doubtfully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's the door?\" she asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"One way to find out,\" said the ghost, and by the time Wasp had climbed up onto the basin's edge, the ghost was already on top of the pedestal. Its boots didn't even look wet.\n\n\"I hate you,\" she said.\n\nIt squatted down, holding out a hand. It crooked two fingers at her. \"Jump.\"\n\nShe jumped and caught, and got her other hand up on the edge of the pedestal, and pulled herself up. \"See you on the other side,\" the ghost said, then stepped through the ring and disappeared.\n\nWasp paused, feeling stupid, glad the ghost was not there to witness what she did next.\n\nShe went down flat on her belly, reaching with the knife until she'd hooked one of the yellow leaves from the water's surface. Whatever it had used to say was now obliterate. She cast about for one futile moment for something to write with, then cut into her fingertip—to her relief, touching her own blood to the knife showed her nothing—and began to scrawl out kit foster on that wet leaf as best she could.\n\n\"City,\" she said. \"Crossroads. Bodies in a ring. She didn't kill them. She wants to run and can't. Three days, she said. I need to find her.\" She paused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she felt stupid before, she felt beyond absurd now. She shut her eyes. \"Please take me to her.\"\n\nShe dropped the leaf back into the water and waited until it touched down.\n\nHalfway through the ring, she felt a strange prickling at the back of her neck. For a second she was convinced that if she turned, she would find the bear-thing padding silently up behind her, ghost-shreds caught in its claws from the last victim it had pinned to the bramble-hedge.\n\nShe turned. Of course, there was nothing there.\n\nAt first she thought she'd come out on the high ledge of Execution Hill. The same dark rock, the same long drop.\n\nThe ghost was half-sitting half-leaning on an outcropping, arms folded, staring out at a paste-colored sky. It was unclear to Wasp how long it had been waiting. Below them was a snowfield, pocked with pits and trenches of what looked to be greenish fire." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🔍 Find a place to insert: \"I'll be delighted to hear it. Until then—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The city in its meadow was nowhere to be seen. Neither was the maze they'd left, or the rocky plain with the well in it, or anywhere else Wasp might have recognized.\n\nSo the one idea up her sleeve was going the way of every other idea she'd ever pulled out of there before. It didn't need to surprise her to disappoint her. Or to piss her off.\n\n\"What,\" she said, \"so we keep bouncing back and forth through these things until one of them randomly drops us where we want to go? That's how you've been trying to find her?\"\n\n\"When you arrive at a better idea,\" said the ghost placidly, \"I'll be delighted to hear it. Until then—\"\n\nWasp's patience was patchy to begin with, but between her encounter with the upstarts, the ghost's dismissal of her efforts, her failure to get through to Foster, her failure to bargain for the one thing that would let her escape the Catchkeep-priest, and now this, her temper stretched to snapping. \"What do you call that back there? I had an idea.\"\n\n\"You had a feeling.\"\n\n\"You didn't have a better one.\"\n\n\"I got us through.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Through to what?\" Wasp waved at the drifted expanse below. \"If she's down there, I hope she's got a nice warm coat, because if she wasn't completely buried in snow we would see her.\" She cupped her hands to her mouth and started shouting. \"Catherine Foster! Are you there? Stand up and start waving if you can hear me, because your friend here is about to get me killed looking for you, and I'd really rather not die down here in this ditch of a place, okay?\"\n\nShe set a cupped hand to her ear with a flourish. \"No? Not here, you say? Huh. Interesting. Maybe next time your friend wants someone's help, your friend might try listening to that someone's ideas.\"\n\nWasp turned to the ghost. \"What about those ghosts that told you to find me? Trusting them but not the person they pointed you to seems pretty stupid.\"\n\nShe was getting used to reading the ghost's silences. This one stopped her cold.\n\n\"There weren't any ghosts telling you to find me,\" she said dully. \"Were there.\"\n\nA moment passed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I don't believe this. You're a real piece of work, you know that? You—I could—\" She wanted to walk. Right there, just turn and walk, and don't look back. How low she had sunk, to be lied to by a specimen and have to stand there and take it because their bargain was the last straw she had to clutch at. She could walk, but only so far without that thing to heal her.\n\nIn the memories she'd seen, the ghost's and then Foster's, those devices had had limited power. Foster healing the people in the alley. The ghost healing Foster in the rotting tunnel. Both times, one device had died and been exchanged for another. Both times, Wasp hadn't really gotten a great sense of how much healing they had done before they made those sad little three beeps and powered down, so it was a matter of blind hope that this one had enough juice left in it to fix her up from whatever damage her next and final escape would leave on her after—\n\nThat sound. That weird sad little sound those devices made when they died. She'd heard it before. In her house, before the fire, as the swelling faded from her ankle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a long moment there wasn't enough room in her for words and rage together and she stood there trembling with the effort not to attack the ghost right then and there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd wanted to trust it. She'd needed to trust it. She'd fought down every instinct she had to not trust it, and all that had earned her was the novelty of an emotion she'd never before been in a position to feel.\n\nBetrayal.\n\n\"Show me that thing you healed me with,\" she said, her voice thick. \"You know. That thing you said you'd trade me if I helped you.\"\n\nThe ghost's eyes widened slightly. For a second the assurance fell from its face and it was nearly unrecognizable. \"No need,\" it said, recovering itself smoothly. \"It's secure where it is. Think about what you're saying. Do you really want to risk me losing it in the snow just so you can reassure yourself I haven't lost it alrea—\"\n\nWasp held up the arm the lurcher had bitten, the ghost had bandaged. \"Why not heal this?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she said. \"Don't you need me in peak condition if I'm going to live long enough to hunt Foster down for you? In fact.\" Unwrapping the bandage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hurling it at the ghost's feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think it's getting infected. Maybe you should do it now. Just to be safe.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Later,\" said the ghost. \"We're too exposed out here. This isn't the time or place for—\"\n\nWasp folded her arms and stared at the ghost, its all-wrong voice, its wary eyes, and she could feel her rage rolling back from her, leaving an icy certainty in which rage would do no good, because all at once she knew that there was nothing left to her future worth raging for.\n\n\"You know what the worst part is?\" she said softly. \"The worst part is that I was starting to trust you. I thought that this—this ridiculous search you've dragged me into—was somehow better than what I came from. Like down here I could be different, I wouldn't just fuck up everything I try to fix. Guess I was wrong.\"\n\nWasp took a few steps from the ghost, then swung back around. \"Actually, no. The worst part is you're an asshole. And I'm stuck down here with you. And you don't for one second deserve my help.\"\n\nThe ghost's hand was on its sword-hilt. Wasp didn't know why until she noticed the harvesting-knife in her hand. She wasn't entirely sure yet what it was doing there.\n\nShe looked at the knife. Then she looked at the thread." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then she looked at the ghost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Truth is, compared to what I'm used to, this place isn't so bad. I'm not starving. I don't have to look at the Catchkeep-priest's stupid ugly face every day. Nobody's plotting to slit my throat and put my head on a wall. Do you know, I saw dead upstarts back there and they were working together. They pulled fifteen lurchers off me. Up above, they would have tried to kill me. And I would have been supposed to try to kill them back. Maybe I cut this thread and I go join them. Maybe I just disappear. Wherever I go, the Catchkeep-priest won't be there, and neither will you. Doesn't sound so bad to me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ghost's mouth opened slightly, then shut. It eyed her. \"You're not bluffing.\"\n\n\"You have no idea,\" she said, \"how right you are.\"\n\nShe slid the knife in under the thread. She could see the dark stones of the blade through it. She swallowed.\n\n\"Wait,\" said the ghost.\n\n\"Nothing to wait for,\" she said. \"Deal's off. Go back to wandering around down here with your head up your ass for another thousand years. Oh, and you can keep that piece of garbage. I hope it keeps you great company for the rest of forever. I mean, look at it this way. At least you have one thing in common. You're both already broken.\"\n\nA second from cutting the thread, one last stray thought surfaced for the others she'd tried to help and failed—the four-days-to-die upstart, the child-ghost whose parents had looked upon her with such hate, and all the rest.\n\nOne more on that list would make no difference. She would die with that curse on her head all the same. Let the Ragpicker gorge Himself on her should-have-dones." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'everything' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She hoped He choked.\n\nAnd then she paused.\n\nSomething she'd said. I wouldn't just fuck up everything I try to fix.\n\nFrom the look of everything she'd seen lately, that curse wasn't on her head alone. It was the exact same misfortune that had gotten Foster killed.\n\nEven if she'd known she could cut and run, and survive it, there was no way she could leave now.\n\nNow it was personal.\n\n\"You're right,\" the ghost was saying. It took a step closer to her, palms out. She knew that stance. She leapt back.\n\nThe ghost shook its head. \"I'm not trying to disarm you,\" it said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm trying to tell you the truth.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're no better than anything I left up there,\" Wasp spat at it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You all just feed me some story so I'll do whatever you say, laugh behind my back when I fall for it. Catchkeep chose you, Wasp. Kill some upstarts for Her, Wasp. Go live in some freezing little hut with no friends. Oh, help me find my poor lost lonesome ghost, Wasp, I've been searching for you special. What? You want to escape your shitty life? I have just the thing to help you fight your way out. Just help me out here and it's yours. Not sure when I'm going to get around to telling you that it doesn't work anymore. Pretty clever, huh? Yeah, well, I'm done.\"\n\nShe sheathed the knife. \"I'm staying here. But not with you. I'm staying because I realized I want to find her. For all I care we can go our separate ways. See who gets there first.\" She started walking.\n\n\"Will you listen to me for a minute?\" the ghost said. \"I know you don't owe me that. I'm asking.\"\n\n\"And I'm telling you I don't care,\" she said. \"I don't have time for this.\"\n\n\"I'm asking for one minute.\"\n\nWasp stopped. \"You get five seconds.\"\n\n\"The truth is nobody told me those things about you.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I gathered that. Two seconds.\"\n\n\"I wouldn't have believed them if they did.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Outstanding. One second.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Everything I said I saw for myself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not interested in you trying to make nice with—\"\n\n\"I wouldn't know how if I wanted to. It...\" The ghost paused, momentarily at a loss for words. \"It isn't easy for me to learn to work with someone... new. After working with... with Foster... my whole life, you understand, my whole life, I—\" It made a noise, not quite a laugh, short and sharp. \"Clearly I didn't work with her as well as I should have, either, or you wouldn't be here.\"\n\n\"Clearly.\"\n\n\"I should never have deceived you. I realize that. I didn't want to do it. But I needed your help, and I had nothing else to offer. If I had, I would have offered it. All of it. Anything. I've tried for so long to do this on my own, and I...\" The ghost's face twisted, and there was a space of silence before it continued.\n\nWasp could hear the can't it hadn't said. She didn't push it. It wasn't a word she much liked having to say herself.\n\n\"As for your methods,\" the ghost went on. \"Maybe you think I don't mind in the slightest, standing by and letting you browse through my memories, knowing full well that I will never see them again for myself.\" It gave her a long cold look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You would be mistaken.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 10 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not trying to pry,\" Wasp shouted at it. \"I'm trying to help. You think this is only hard for you? At least you've done this before! How easy, exactly, do you think it is for me to learn to work with anyone?\"\n\n\"Going by what I've seen of your predecessors,\" the ghost said drily, \"I can see how that might be difficult.\" It sighed. Shook its head very slightly. \"You're far from the first Archivist I tried to convince, you know. I don't even remember when that started. Or why. It feels as though it's been going on for some time.\"\n\n\"They didn't take the same shit from you, huh? Lucky me.\"\n\n\"That isn't what I meant. Of all of them, you're the first who was willing to listen. To look for her. To help me. You put your life on the line for two dead soldiers you never knew. And in return I betrayed your trust, as I betrayed her trust, and lost her. For what it's worth, even if you go no further, I'm grateful you were willing to come this far.\"\n\n\"Agh,\" said Wasp, uncomfortable. \"This is getting way too dramatic for me. I'm going now, if you're finished. Like someone told me a while ago, I don't have all day. Up to you if you want to follow.\"\n\nShe took off walking. The ghost followed." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "i'll kick things off by writing a bit (might include characters you don't know yet), then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of Frank Herbert." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman working at the small wall desk was too big for the narrow chair on which she perched. Outside, it was midmorning, but in this windowless room deep beneath the city of Onn there was but a single glowglobe high in a corner. It had been tuned to warm yellow but the light failed to dispel the gray utility of the small room. Walls and ceiling were covered by identical rectangular panels of dull gray metal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was only one other piece of furniture, a narrow cot with a thin pallet covered by a featureless gray blanket. It was obvious that neither piece of furniture had been designed for the occupant.\n\nShe wore a one-piece pajama suit of dark blue which stretched tightly across her wide shoulders as she hunched over the desk. The glowglobe illuminated closely cropped blonde hair and the right side of her face, emphasizing the square block of jaw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The jaw moved with silent words as her thick fingers carefully depressed the keys of a thin keyboard on the desk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She handled the machine with a deference which had originated as awe and moved reluctantly into fearsome excitement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Long familiarity with the machine had eliminated neither emotion.\n\nAs she wrote, words appeared on a screen concealed within the wall rectangle exposed by the downward folding of the desk.\n\n\"Siona continues actions which predict violent attack on Your Holy Person,\" she wrote. \"Siona remains unswerving in her avowed purpose. She told me today that she will give copies of the stolen books to groups whose loyalty to You cannot be trusted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The named recipients are the Bene Gesserit, the Guild and the Ixians." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She says the books contain Your enciphered words and, by this gift, she seeks help in translating Your Holy Words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lord, I do not know what great revelations may be concealed on those pages but if they contain anything of threat to Your Holy Person, I beg You to relieve me from my vow of obedience to Siona." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I do not understand why You made me take this vow, but I fear it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I remain Your worshipful servant, Nayla.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The chair creaked as Nayla sat back and thought about her words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The room fell into the almost soundless withdrawal of thick insulation. There was only Nayla's faint breathing and a distant throbbing of machinery felt more in the floor than in the air.\n\nNayla stared at her message on the screen. Destined only for the eyes of the God Emperor, it required more than holy truthfulness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It demanded a deep candor which she found draining." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Presently, she nodded and pressed the key which would encode the words and prepare them for transmission." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bowing her head, she prayed silently before concealing the desk within the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These actions, she knew, transmitted the message." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'within' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "God himself had implanted a physical device within her head, swearing her to secrecy and warning her that there might come a time when he would speak to her through the thing within her skull. He had never done this. She suspected that Ixians had fashioned the device. It had possessed some of their look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But God Himself had done this thing and she could ignore the suspicion that there might be a computer in it, that it might be prohibited by the Great Convention.\n\n\"Make no device in the likeness of the mind!\"\n\nNayla shuddered. She stood then and moved her chair to its regular position beside the cot. Her heavy, muscular body strained against the thin blue garment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a steady deliberation about her, the actions of someone constantly adjusting to great physical strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She turned at the cot and studied the place where the desk had been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was only a rectangular gray panel like all the others. No bit of lint, no strand of hair, nothing caught there to reveal the panel's secret.\n\nNayla took a deep, restorative breath and let herself out of the room's only door into a gray passage dimly lighted by widely spaced white glowglobes. The machinery sounds were louder here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She turned left and a few minutes later was with Siona in a somewhat larger room, a table at its center upon which things stolen from the Citadel had been arranged." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'topri' precisely 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two silvery glowglobes illuminated the scene—Siona seated at the table, with an assistant named Topri standing beside her.\n\nNayla nurtured grudging admiration for Siona, but Topri, there was a man worthy of nothing except active dislike. He was a nervous fat man with bulging green eyes, a pug nose and thin lips above a dimpled chin. Topri squeaked when he spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look here, Nayla! Look what Siona has found pressed between the pages of these two books.\"\n\nNayla closed and locked the room's single door.\n\n\"You talk too much, Topri,\" Nayla said. \"You're a blurter. How could you know if I was alone in the passage?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Topri paled. An angry scowl settled onto his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm afraid she's right,\" Siona said. \"What made you think I wanted Nayla to know about my discovery?\"\n\n\"You trust her with everything!\"\n\nSiona turned her attention to Nayla." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you know why I trust you, Nayla?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The question was asked in a flat, unemotional voice.\n\nNayla put down a sudden surge of fear. Had Siona discovered her secret?\n\nHave I failed my Lord?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have you no response to my question?\" Siona asked.\n\n\"Have I ever given you cause to do otherwise?\" Nayla asked.\n\n\"That's not a sufficient cause for trust,\" Siona said. \"There's no such thing as perfection—not in human or machine.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'trust' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then why do you trust me?\"\n\n\"Your words and your actions always agree. It's a marvelous quality. For instance, you don't like Topri and you never try to conceal your dislike.\"\n\nNayla glanced at Topri, who cleared his throat.\n\n\"I don't trust him,\" Nayla said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The words popped into her mind and out of her mouth without reflection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only after she had spoken did Nayla realize the true core of her dislike: Topri would betray anyone for personal gain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Has he found me out?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still scowling, Topri said, \"I am not going to stand here and accept your abuse.\" He started to leave but Siona held up a restraining hand. Topri hesitated.\n\n\"Although we speak the old Fremen words and swear our loyalty to each other, that is not what holds us together,\" Siona said. \"Everything is based on performance. That is all I measure. Do you understand, both of you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Topri nodded automatically, but Nayla shook her head from side to side.\n\nSiona smiled up at her. \"You don't always agree with my decisions, do you, Nayla?\"\n\n\"No.\" The word was forced from her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And you have never tried to conceal your disagreement, yet you always obey me. Why?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That is what I have sworn to do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I have said this is not enough.\"\n\nNayla knew she was perspiring, knew this was revealing, but she could not move. What am I to do? I swore to God that I would obey Siona but I cannot tell her this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You must answer my question,\" Siona said. \"I command it.\"\n\nNayla caught her breath. This was the dilemma she had most feared. There was no way out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She said a silent prayer and spoke in a low voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have sworn to God that I will obey you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Siona clapped her hands in glee and laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I knew it!\"\n\nTopri chuckled.\n\n\"Shut up, Topri,\" Siona said. \"I am trying to teach you a lesson. You don't believe in anything, not even in yourself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I . . .\"\n\n\"Be still, I say! Nayla believes. I believe. This is what holds us together. Belief.\"\n\nTopri was astonished. \"Belief? You believe in . . .\"\n\n\"Not in the God Emperor, you fool! We believe that a higher power will settle with the tyrant worm. We are that higher power.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nayla took a trembling breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's all right, Nayla,\" Siona said. \"I don't care where you draw your strength, just as long as you believe.\"\n\nNayla managed a smile, then grinned. She had never been more profoundly stirred by the wisdom of her Lord." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I may speak the truth and it works only for my God!\n\n\"Let me show you what I've found in these books,\" Siona said. She gestured at some sheets of ordinary paper on the table. \"Pressed between the pages.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nayla stepped around the table and looked down at it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"First, there's this.\" Siona held up an object which Nayla had not noticed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a thin strand of something . . . and what appeared to be a . . ." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A flower?\" Nayla asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This was between two pages of paper. On the paper was written this.\"\n\nSiona leaned over the table and read: \"A strand of Ghanima's hair with a starflower blossom which she once brought me.\"\n\nLooking up at Nayla, Siona said: \"Our God Emperor is revealed as a sentimentalist. That is a weakness I had not expected.\"\n\n\"Ghanima?\" Nayla asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"His sister! Remember your Oral History.\"\n\n\"Oh . . . oh, yes. The Prayer to Ghanima.\"\n\n\"Now, listen to this.\" Siona took up another sheet of paper and read from it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The sand beach as gray as a dead cheek,\n\nA green tideflow reflects cloud ripples;\n\nI stand on the dark wet edge.\n\nCold foam cleanses my toes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I smell driftwood smoke.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Again, Siona looked up at Nayla." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is identified as 'Words I wrote when told of Ghani's death.' What do you think of that?\"\n\n\"He . . . he loved his sister.\"\n\n\"Yes! He is capable of love. Oh, yes! We have him now.\"\n\nSometimes I indulge myself in safaris which no other being may take." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I strike inward along the axis of my memories. Like a schoolchild reporting on a vacation trip, I take up my subject. Let it be . . . female intellectuals!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I course backward into the ocean which is my ancestors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am a great winged fish in the depths. The mouth of my awareness opens and I scoop them up! Sometimes . . ." }, { "from": "human", "value": "sometimes I hunt out specific persons recorded in our histories." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What a private joy to relive the life of such a one while I mock the academic pretensions which supposedly formed a biography.\n\n—THE STOLEN JOURNALS" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "yo hit me with two sentences more. same character energy. scifi genre k?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After sending word to the Fish Speakers, Leto descended to the crypt in the late evening. He had found it best to begin the first interview with a new Duncan Idaho in a darkened room where the ghola could hear Leto describe himself before actually seeing the pre-worm body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a small side room carved in black stone off the central rotunda of the crypt which suited this requirement. The chamber was large enough to accommodate Leto on his cart, but the ceiling was low." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Illumination came from hidden glowglobes which he controlled. There was only the one door, but it was in two segments—one swinging wide to admit the Royal Cart, the other a small portal in human dimensions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leto rolled his Royal Cart into the chamber, sealed the large portal and opened the smaller one. He composed himself then for the ordeal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Boredom was an increasing problem." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'tleilaxu' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pattern of the Tleilaxu gholas had become boringly repetitious. Once, Leto had sent word warning the Tleilaxu to send no more Duncans, but they had known they could disobey him in this thing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sometimes I think they do it just to keep disobedience alive!\n\nThe Tleilaxu relied on an important thing which they knew protected them in other matters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The presence of a Duncan pleases the Paul Atreides in me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Leto had explained it to Moneo in the majordomo's first days at the Citadel:\n\n\"The Duncans must come to me with much more than Tleilaxu preparation. You must see to it that my houris gentle the Duncans and that the women answer some of his questions.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Which questions may they answer, Lord?\"\n\n\"They know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo had, of course, learned all about this procedure over the years.\n\nLeto heard Moneo's voice outside the darkened room, then the sound of the Fish Speaker escort and the hesitantly distinctive footsteps of the new ghola." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Through that door,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'inside' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It will be dark inside and we will close the door behind you. Stop just inside and wait for the Lord Leto to speak.\"\n\n\"Why will it be dark?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Duncan's voice was full of aggressive misgivings.\n\n\"He will explain.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho was thrust into the room and the door was sealed behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leto knew what the ghola saw—only shadows among shadows and blackness where not even the source of a voice could be fixed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As usual, Leto brought the Paul Muad'Dib voice into play." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It pleases me to see you again, Duncan.\"\n\n\"I can't see you!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho was a warrior, and the warrior attacks. This reassured Leto that the ghola was a fully restored original." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The morality play by which the Tleilaxu reawakened a ghola's pre-death memories always left some uncertainties in the gholas' minds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some of the Duncans believed they had threatened a real Paul Muad'Dib. This one carried such illusions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hear Paul's voice but I can't see him,\" Idaho said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't try to conceal the frustrations, let them all come out in his voice.\n\nWhy was an Atreides playing this stupid game?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Paul was truly dead in some long-ago and this was Leto, the carrier of Paul's resurrected memories . . ." }, { "from": "human", "value": "and the memories of many others!—if the Tleilaxu stories were to be believed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have been told that you are only the latest in a long line of duplicates,\" Leto said.\n\n\"I have none of those memories.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leto recognized hysteria in the Duncan, barely covered by the warrior bravado." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cursed Tleilaxu post-tank restoration tactics had produced the usual mental chaos. This Duncan had arrived in a state of near shock, strongly suspecting he was insane." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leto knew that the most subtle powers of reassurance would be required now to soothe the poor fellow. This would be emotionally draining for both of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There have been many changes, Duncan,\" Leto said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One thing, though, does not change. I am still Atreides.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They said your body is . . .\"\n\n\"Yes, that has changed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The damned Tleilaxu! They tried to make me kill someone I . . . well, he looked like you. I suddenly remembered who I was and there was this . . . Could that have been a Muad'Dib ghola?\"\n\n\"A Face Dancer mimic, I assure you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He looked and talked so much like . . . Are you sure?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"An actor, no more. Did he survive?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course! That's how they wakened my memories. They explained the whole damned thing. Is it true?\"\n\n\"It's true, Duncan. I detest it, but I permit it for the pleasure of your company.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The potential victims always survive, Leto thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least for the Duncans I see." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There have been slips, the fake Paul slain and the Duncans wasted. But there are always more cells carefully preserved from the original." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What about your body?\" Idaho demanded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Muad'Dib could be retired now; Leto resumed his usual voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I accepted the sandtrout as my skin. They have been changing me ever since.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why?\"\n\n\"I will explain that in due course.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Tleilaxu said you look like a sandworm.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What did my Fish Speakers say?\"\n\n\"They said you're God. Why do you call them Fish Speakers?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"An old conceit. The first priestesses spoke to fish in their dreams. They learned valuable things that way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How do you know?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am those women . . . and everything that came before and after them.\"\n\nLeto heard the dry swallowing in Idaho's throat, then: \"I see why the darkness. You're giving me time to adjust.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You always were quick, Duncan.\"\n\nExcept when you were slow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How long have you been changing?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"More than thirty-five hundred years.\"\n\n\"Then what the Tleilaxu told me is true.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They seldom dare to lie anymore.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's a long time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Very long.\"\n\n\"The Tleilaxu have . . . copied me many times?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Many.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's time you asked how many, Duncan.\n\n\"How many of me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will let you see the records for yourself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so it starts, Leto thought.\n\nThis exchange always appeared to satisfy the Duncans, but there was no escaping the nature of the question:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How many of me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Duncans made no distinctions of the flesh even though no mutual memories passed between gholas of the same stock.\n\n\"I remember my death,\" Idaho said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Harkonnen blades, lots of them trying to get at you and Jessica.\"\n\nLeto restored the Muad'Dib voice for momentary play: \"I was there, Duncan.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'right' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm a replacement, is that right?\" Idaho asked.\n\n\"That's right,\" Leto said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How did the other . . . me . . . I mean, how did he die?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All flesh wears out, Duncan. It's in the records.\"\n\nLeto waited patiently, wondering how long it would be until the tamed history failed to satisfy this Duncan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you really look like?\" Idaho asked. \"What's this sandworm body the Tleilaxu described?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'sorts'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It will make sandworms of sorts someday. It's already far down the road of metamorphosis.\"\n\n\"What do you mean of sorts?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It will have more ganglia. It will be aware.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can't we have some light? I'd like to see you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leto commanded the floodlights. Brilliant illumination filled the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The black walls and the lighting had been arranged to focus the illumination on Leto, every visible detail revealed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho swept his gaze along the faceted silvery-gray body, noted the beginnings of a sandworm's ribbed sections, the sinuous flexings . . ." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "the small protuberances which had once been feet and legs, one of them somewhat shorter than the other. He brought his attention back to the well-defined arms and hands and finally lifted his attention to the cowled face with its pink skin almost lost in the immensity, a ridiculous extrusion on such a body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, Duncan,\" Leto said. \"You were warned.\"\n\nIdaho gestured mutely toward the pre-worm body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leto asked it for him: \"Why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho nodded.\n\n\"I'm still Atreides, Duncan, and I assure you with all the honor of that name, there were compelling reasons.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What could possibly . . .\"\n\n\"You will learn in time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho merely shook his head from side to side.\n\n\"It's not a pleasant revelation,\" Leto said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It requires that you learn other things first. Trust the word of an Atreides.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Over the centuries, Leto had found that this invocation of Idaho's profound loyalties to all things Atreides dampened the immediate wellspring of personal questions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once more, the formula worked.\n\n\"So I'm to serve the Atreides again,\" Idaho said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That sounds familiar. Is it?\"\n\n\"In many ways, old friend.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Old to you, maybe, but not to me. How will I serve?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Didn't my Fish Speakers tell you?\"\n\n\"They said I would command your elite Guard, a force chosen from among them. I don't understand that. An army of women?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I need a trusted companion who can command my Guard. You object?\"\n\n\"Why women?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There are behavioral differences between the sexes which make women extremely valuable in this role.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're not answering my question.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You think them inadequate?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Some of them looked pretty tough, but . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Others were, ahhh, soft with you?\"\n\nIdaho blushed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leto found this a charming reaction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Duncans were among the few humans of these times who could do this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was understandable, a product of the Duncans' early training, their sense of personal honor—very chivalrous.\n\n\"I don't see why you trust women to protect you,\" Idaho said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The blood slowly receded from his cheeks. He glared at Leto." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I have always trusted them as I trust you—with my life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do we protect you from?\"\n\n\"Moneo and my Fish Speakers will bring you up to date.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho shifted from one foot to the other, his body swaying in a heartbeat rhythm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stared around the small room, his eyes not focusing. With the abruptness of sudden decision, he returned his attention to Leto." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do I call you?\"\n\nIt was the sign of acceptance for which Leto had been waiting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Will Lord Leto do?\"\n\n\"Yes . . . m'Lord.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho stared directly into Leto's Fremen-blue eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is it true what your Fish Speakers say—you have . . . memories of . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're all here, Duncan.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leto spoke it in the voice of his paternal grandfather, then:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Even the women are here, Duncan.\" It was the voice of Jessica, Leto's paternal grandmother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You knew them well,\" Leto said. \"And they know you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho inhaled a slow, trembling breath. \"That will take a little getting used to.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My own initial reaction exactly,\" Leto said.\n\nAn explosion of laughter shook Idaho, and Leto thought it more than the weak jest deserved, but he remained silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Presently, Idaho said: \"Your Fish Speakers were supposed to put me in a good mood, weren't they?\"\n\n\"Did they succeed?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho studied Leto's face, recognizing the distinctive Atreides features. \"You Atreides always did know me too well,\" Idaho said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's better,\" Leto said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're beginning to accept that I'm not just one Atreides. I'm all of them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Paul said that once.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So I did!\" As much as the original personality could be conveyed by tone and accent, it was Muad'Dib speaking.\n\nIdaho gulped, looked away at the room's door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've taken something away from us,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can feel it. Those women . . . Moneo . . .\"\n\nUs against you, Leto thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Duncans always choose the human side.\n\nIdaho returned his attention to Leto's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What have you given us in exchange?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Throughout the Empire, Leto's Peace!\"\n\n\"And I can see that everyone's delightfully happy! That's why you need a personal guard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leto smiled. \"My peace is actually enforced tranquility. Humans have a long history of reacting against tranquility.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So you give us the Fish Speakers.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And a hierarchy you can identify without any mistakes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A female army,\" Idaho muttered.\n\n\"The ultimate male-enticing force,\" Leto said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sex always was a way of subduing the aggressive male.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that what they do?\"\n\n\"They prevent or ameliorate excesses which could lead to more painful violence.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you let them believe you're a god. I don't think I like this.\"\n\n\"The curse of holiness is as offensive to me as it is to you!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho frowned. It was not the response he had expected.\n\n\"What kind of game are you playing, Lord Leto?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A very old one but with new rules.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your rules!\"\n\n\"Would you rather I turned it all back to CHOAM and Landsraad and the Great Houses?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Tleilaxu say there is no more Landsraad. You don't allow any real self-rule.\"\n\n\"Well then, I could step aside for the Bene Gesserit. Or maybe the Ixians or the Tleilaxu? Would you like me to find another Baron Harkonnen to assume power over the Empire? Say the word, Duncan, and I'll abdicate!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Under this avalanche of meanings, Idaho again shook his head from side to side.\n\n\"In the wrong hands,\" Leto said, \"monolithic centralized power is a dangerous and volatile instrument.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And your hands are the right ones?\"\n\n\"I'm not certain about my hands, but I will tell you, Duncan, I'm certain about the hands of those who've gone before me. I know them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho turned his back on Leto." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What a fascinating, ultimately human gesture, Leto thought. Rejection coupled to acceptance of his vulnerability." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Leto spoke to Idaho's back.\n\n\"You object quite rightly that I use people without their full knowledge and consent.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho turned his profile to Leto, then turned his head to look up at the cowled face, cocking his head forward a bit to peer into the all-blue eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He is studying me, Leto thought, but he has only the face to measure me by." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'idaho' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Atreides had taught their people to know the subtle signals of face and body, and Idaho was good at it, but the realization could be seen coming over him: he was beyond his depth here.\n\nIdaho cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's the worst thing you would ask of me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How like a Duncan! Leto thought. This one was a classic." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'asked' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho would give his loyalty to an Atreides, to the guardian of his oath, but he sent a signal that he would not go beyond the personal limits of his own morality.\n\n\"You will be asked to guard me by whatever means necessary, and you will be asked to guard my secret.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What secret?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That I am vulnerable.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That you're not God?\"\n\n\"Not in that ultimate sense.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your Fish Speakers talk about rebels.\"\n\n\"They exist.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why?\"\n\n\"They are young and I have not convinced them that my way is better. It's very difficult convincing the young of anything. They're born knowing so much.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I never before heard an Atreides sneer at the young that way.\"\n\n\"Perhaps it's because I'm so much older—old compounded by old. And my task gets more difficult with each passing generation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What is your task?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You will come to understand it as we go along.\"\n\n\"What happens if I fail you? Do your women eliminate me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I try not to burden the Fish Speakers with guilt.\"\n\n\"But you would burden me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you accept it.\"\n\n\"If I find that you're worse than the Harkonnens, I'll turn against you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "How like a Duncan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They measure all evil against the Harkonnens." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How little they know of evil.\n\nLeto said: \"The Baron ate whole planets, Duncan. What could be worse than that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Eating the Empire.\"\n\n\"I am pregnant with my Empire. I'll die giving birth to it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I could believe that . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Will you command my Guard?\"\n\n\"Why me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're the best.\"\n\n\"Dangerous work, I'd imagine. Is that how my predecessors died, doing your dangerous work?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Some of them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wish I had the memories of those others!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You couldn't have and still be the original.\"\n\n\"I want to learn about them, though.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You will.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So the Atreides still need a sharp knife?\"\n\n\"We have jobs that only a Duncan Idaho can do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You say . . . we . . .\" Idaho swallowed, looked at the door, then at Leto's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leto spoke to him as Muad'Dib would have, but still in the Leto-voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When we climbed to Sietch Tabr for the last time together, you had my loyalty then and I had yours. Nothing of that has really changed.\"\n\n\"That was your father.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That was me!\" Paul Muad'Dib's voice of command coming from Leto's bulk always shocked the gholas.\n\nIdaho whispered: \"All of you . . . in that one . . . body . . .\" He broke off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leto remained silent. This was the decision moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Presently, Idaho permitted himself that devil-may-care grin for which he had been so well known. \"Then I will speak to the first Leto and to Paul, the ones who know me best. Use me well, for I did love you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leto closed his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Such words always distressed him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew it was love to which he was most vulnerable.\n\nMoneo, who had been listening, came to the rescue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He entered and said: \"Lord, shall I take Duncan Idaho to the guards he will command?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" The one word was all that Leto could manage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo took Idaho's arm and led him away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Good Moneo, Leto thought. So good. He knows me so well, but I despair of his ever understanding me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know the evil of my ancestors because I am those people. The balance is delicate in the extreme." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know that few of you who read my words have ever thought about your ancestors this way. It has not occurred to you that your ancestors were survivors and that the survival itself sometimes involved savage decisions, a kind of wanton brutality which civilized humankind works very hard to suppress." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What price will you pay for that suppression? Will you accept your own extinction?\n\n—THE STOLEN JOURNALS" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand on this story segment like Frank Herbert would, staying true to the scifi genre. Characters may have existing backgrounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he dressed for his first morning of Fish Speaker command, Idaho tried to shake off a nightmare." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had awakened him twice and both times he had gone out on the balcony to stare up at the stars, the dream still roaring in his head.\n\nWomen . . . weaponless women in black armor . . . rushing at him with the hoarse, mindless shouting of a mob . . . waving hands moist with red blood . . . and as they swarmed over him, their mouths opened to display terrible fangs!\n\nIn that moment, he awoke.\n\nMorning light did little to dispel the effects of the nightmare.\n\nThey had provided him with a room in the north tower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The balcony looked out over a vista of dunes to a distant cliff with what appeared to be a mud-hut village at its base.\n\nIdaho buttoned his tunic as he stared at the scene.\n\nWhy does Leto choose only women for his army?\n\nSeveral comely Fish Speakers had offered to spend the night with their new commander, but Idaho had rejected them.\n\nIt was not like the Atreides to use sex as a persuader!\n\nHe looked down at his clothing: a black uniform with golden piping, a red hawk at the left breast. That, at least, was familiar. No insignia of rank.\n\n\"They know your face,\" Moneo had said.\n\nStrange little man, Moneo.\n\nThis thought brought Idaho up short. Reflection told him that Moneo was not little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Very controlled, yes, but no shorter than I am. Moneo appeared drawn into himself, though . . . collected.\n\nIdaho glanced around his room—sybaritic in its attention to comfort—soft cushions, appliances concealed behind panels of brown polished wood. The bath was an ornate display of pastel blue tiles with a combination bath and shower in which at least six people could bathe at the same time. The whole place invited self-indulgence. These were quarters where you could let your senses indulge in remembered pleasures.\n\n\"Clever,\" Idaho whispered.\n\nA gentle tapping on his door was followed by a female voice saying: \"Commander? Moneo is here.\"\n\nIdaho glanced out at the sunburnt colors on the distant cliff.\n\n\"Commander?\" The voice was a bit louder.\n\n\"Come in,\" Idaho called." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo entered, closing the door behind him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wore tunic and trousers of chalk-white which forced the eyes to concentrate on his face. Moneo glanced once around the room.\n\n\"So this is where they put you. Those damned women! I suppose they thought they were being kind, but they ought to know better.\"\n\n\"How do you know what I like?\" Idaho demanded. Even as he asked it, he realized it was a foolish question.\n\nI'm not the first Duncan Idaho that Moneo has seen.\n\nMoneo merely smiled and shrugged.\n\n\"I did not mean to offend you, Commander. Will you keep these quarters, then?\"\n\n\"I like the view.\"\n\n\"But not the furnishings.\" It was a statement.\n\n\"Those can be changed,\" Idaho said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will see to it.\"\n\n\"I suppose you're here to explain my duties.\"\n\n\"As much as I can. I know how strange everything must appear to you at first. This civilization is profoundly different from the one you knew.\"\n\n\"I can see that. How did my . . . predecessor die?\"\n\nMoneo shrugged. It appeared to be his standard gesture, but there was nothing self-effacing about it.\n\n\"He was not fast enough to escape the consequences of a decision he had made,\" Moneo said.\n\n\"Be specific.\"\n\nMoneo sighed. The Duncans were always like this—so demanding.\n\n\"The rebellion killed him. Do you wish the details?\"\n\n\"Would they be useful to me?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"I'll want a complete briefing on this rebellion today, but first: why are there no men in Leto's army?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He has you.\"\n\n\"You know what I mean.\"\n\n\"He has a curious theory about armies. I have discussed it with him on many occasions. But do you not want to breakfast before I explain?\"\n\n\"Can't we have both at the same time?\"\n\nMoneo turned toward the door and called out a single word: \"Now!\"\n\nThe effect was immediate and fascinating to Idaho. A troop of young Fish Speakers swarmed into the room. Two of them took a folding table and chairs from behind a panel and placed them on the balcony. Others set the table for two people. More brought food—fresh fruit, hot rolls and a steaming drink which smelled faintly of spice and caffeine. It was all done with a swift and silent efficiency which spoke of long practice. They left as they had come, without a word." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho found himself seated across from Moneo at the table within a minute after the start of this curious performance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Every morning like that?\" Idaho asked.\n\n\"Only if you wish it.\"\n\nIdaho sampled the drink: melange-coffee. He recognized the fruit, the soft Caladan melon called paradan.\n\nMy favorite.\n\n\"You know me pretty well,\" Idaho said.\n\nMoneo smiled. \"We've had some practice. Now, about your question.\"\n\n\"And Leto's curious theory.\"\n\n\"Yes. He says that the all-male army was too dangerous to its civilian support base.\"\n\n\"That's crazy! Without the army, there would've been no . . .\"\n\n\"I know the argument. But he says that the male army was a survival of the screening function delegated to the nonbreeding males in the prehistoric pack. He says it was a curiously consistent fact that it was always the older males who sent the younger males into battle.\"\n\n\"What does that mean, screening function?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The ones who were always out on the dangerous perimeter protecting the core of breeding males, females and the young. The ones who first encountered the predator.\"\n\n\"How is that dangerous to the . . . civilians?\"\n\nIdaho took a bite of the melon, found it ripened perfectly.\n\n\"The Lord Leto says that when it was denied an external enemy, the all-male army always turned against its own population. Always.\"\n\n\"Contending for the females?\"\n\n\"Perhaps. He obviously does not believe, however, that it was that simple.\"\n\n\"I don't find this a curious theory.\"\n\n\"You have not heard all of it.\"\n\n\"There's more?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes. He says that the all-male army has a strong tendency toward homosexual activities.\"\n\nIdaho glared across the table at Moneo. \"I never . . .\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include \"of something which he has said and which I am sure is true. He is every soldier in human history. He offered to parade for me a series of examples—famous military figures who were frozen in adolescence. I declined the offer. I have read my history with care and have recognized this characteristic for myself.\" somewhere in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course not. He is speaking about sublimation, about deflected energies and all the rest of it.\"\n\n\"The rest of what?\" Idaho was prickly with anger at what he saw as an attack on his male self-image.\n\n\"Adolescent attitudes, just boys together, jokes designed purely to cause pain, loyalty only to your pack-mates . . . things of that nature.\"\n\nIdaho spoke coldly. \"What's your opinion?\"\n\n\"I remind myself\"—Moneo turned and spoke while looking out at the view—\"of something which he has said and which I am sure is true. He is every soldier in human history. He offered to parade for me a series of examples—famous military figures who were frozen in adolescence. I declined the offer. I have read my history with care and have recognized this characteristic for myself.\"\n\nMoneo turned and looked directly into Idaho's eyes.\n\n\"Think about it, Commander.\"\n\nIdaho prided himself on self-honesty and this hit him. Cults of youth and adolescence preserved in the military? It had the ring of truth. There were examples in his own experience . . ." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo nodded. \"The homosexual, latent or otherwise, who maintains that condition for reasons which could be called purely psychological, tends to indulge in pain-causing behavior—seeking it for himself and inflicting it upon others. Lord Leto says this goes back to the testing behavior in the prehistoric pack.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You believe him?\"\n\n\"I do.\"\n\nIdaho took a bite of the melon. It had lost its sweet savor. He swallowed and put down his spoon.\n\n\"I will have to think about this,\" Idaho said.\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\n\"You're not eating,\" Idaho said.\n\n\"I was up before dawn and ate then.\" Moneo gestured at his plate. \"The women continually try to tempt me.\"\n\n\"Do they ever succeed?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory inclusion (with quotes): You're right. I find his theory curious. Is there more to it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Occasionally.\"\n\n\"You're right. I find his theory curious. Is there more to it?\"\n\n\"Ohhh, he says that when it breaks out of the adolescent-homosexual restraints, the male army is essentially rapist. Rape is often murderous and that's not survival behavior.\"\n\nIdaho scowled.\n\nA tight smile flitted across Moneo's mouth. \"Lord Leto says that only Atreides discipline and moral restraints prevented some of the worst excesses in your times.\"\n\nA deep sigh shook Idaho.\n\nMoneo sat back, thinking of a thing the God Emperor had once said: \"No matter how much we ask after the truth, self-awareness is often unpleasant. We do not feel kindly toward the Truthsayer.\"\n\n\"Those damned Atreides!\" Idaho said.\n\n\"I am Atreides,\" Moneo said.\n\n\"What?\" Idaho was shocked.\n\n\"His breeding program,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sure the Tleilaxu mentioned it. I am directly descended from the mating of his sister and Harq al-Ada.\"\n\nIdaho leaned toward him. \"Then tell me, Atreides, how are women better soldiers than men?\"\n\n\"They find it easier to mature.\"\n\nIdaho shook his head in bewilderment.\n\n\"They have a compelling physical way of moving from adolescence into maturity,\" Moneo said. \"As Lord Leto says, 'Carry a baby in you for nine months and that changes you.'\"\n\nIdaho sat back. \"What does he know about it?\"\n\nMoneo merely stared at him until Idaho recalled the multitude in Leto—both male and female. The realization plunged over Idaho. Moneo saw it, recalling a comment of the God Emperor's: \"Your words brand him with the look you want him to have.\"\n\nAs the silence continued, Moneo cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Presently, he said: \"The immensity of the Lord Leto's memories has been known to stop my tongue, too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is he being honest with us?\" Idaho asked.\n\n\"I believe him.\"\n\n\"But he does so many . . . I mean, take this breeding program. How long has that been going on?\"\n\n\"From the very first. From the day he took it away from the Bene Gesserit.\"\n\n\"What does he want from it?\"\n\n\"I wish I knew.\"\n\n\"But you're . . .\"\n\n\"An Atreides and his chief aide, yes.\"\n\n\"You haven't convinced me that a female army is best.\"\n\n\"They continue the species.\"\n\nAt last, Idaho's frustration and anger had an object. \"Is that what I was doing with them that first night—breeding?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Possibly. The Fish Speakers take no precautions against pregnancy.\"\n\n\"Damn him! I'm not some animal he can move from stall to stall like a . . . like a . . .\"\n\n\"Like a stud?\"\n\n\"Yes!\"\n\n\"But the Lord Leto refuses to follow the Tleilaxu pattern of gene surgery and artificial insemination.\"\n\n\"What have the Tleilaxu got to . . .\"\n\n\"They are the object lesson. Even I can see that. Their Face Dancers are mules, closer to a colony organism than to human.\"\n\n\"Those others of . . . me . . . were any of them his studs?\"\n\n\"Some. You have descendants.\"\n\n\"Who?\"\n\n\"I am one.\"\n\nIdaho stared into Moneo's eyes, lost suddenly in a tangle of relationships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho found the relationships impossible to understand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo obviously was so much older than . . . But I am . . . Which of them was truly the older? Which the ancestor and which the descendant?\n\n\"I sometimes have trouble with this myself,\" Moneo said. \"If it helps, the Lord Leto assures me that you are not my descendant, not in any ordinary sense. However, you may well father some of my descendants.\"\n\nIdaho shook his head from side to side.\n\n\"Sometimes I think only the God Emperor himself can understand these things,\" Moneo said.\n\n\"That's another thing!\" Idaho said. \"This god business.\"\n\n\"The Lord Leto says he has created a holy obscenity.\"\n\nThis was not the response Idaho had expected." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What did I expect?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A defense of the Lord Leto?\n\n\"Holy obscenity,\" Moneo repeated. The words rolled from his tongue with a strange sense of gloating in them.\n\nIdaho focused a probing stare on Moneo. He hates his God Emperor! No . . . he fears him. But don't we always hate what we fear?\n\n\"Why do you believe in him?\" Idaho demanded.\n\n\"You ask if I share in the popular religion?\"\n\n\"No! Does he?\"\n\n\"I think so.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why? Why do you think so?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'that's' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because he says he wishes to create no more Face Dancers. He insists that his human stock, once it has been paired, breeds in the way it has always bred.\"\n\n\"What the hell does that have to do with it?\"\n\n\"You asked me what he believes in. I think he believes in chance. I think that's his god.\"\n\n\"That's superstition!\"\n\n\"Considering the circumstances of the Empire, a very daring superstition.\"\n\nIdaho glared at Moneo. \"You damned Atreides,\" he muttered. \"You'll dare anything!\"\n\nMoneo noted that there was dislike mixed with admiration in Idaho's voice.\n\nThe Duncans always begin that way.\n\nWhat is the most profound difference between us, between you and me? You already know it. It's these ancestral memories." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mine come at me in the full glare of awareness." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 8 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yours work from your blind side. Some call it instinct or fate. The memories apply their leverages to each of us—on what we think and what we do. You think you are immune to such influences? I am Galileo. I stand here and tell you: \"Yet it moves.\" That which moves can exert its force in ways no mortal power ever before dared stem. I am here to dare this.\n\n—THE STOLEN JOURNALS" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Produce one sentence using the prose and structure of Frank Herbert every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed. Story may drop you into ongoing events with established characters - work with whatever context is provided." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho found Moneo at last in the long underground corridor which connected the Citadel's eastern and western complexes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since daybreak two hours before, Idaho had been prowling the Citadel seeking the majordomo and there he was, far off down the corridor, talking to someone concealed in a doorway, but Moneo was recognizable even at this distance by his stance and that inevitable white uniform." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The corridor's plastone walls were amber here fifty meters below the surface and lighted by glowstrips keyed to the daylight hours." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cool breezes were drawn into these depths by a simple arrangement of free-swinging wings which stood like gigantic robed figures on perimeter towers at the surface." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now that the sun had warmed the sands, all of the wings pointed northward for the cool air pouring into the Sareer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho smelled the flinty breeze as he walked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He knew what this corridor was supposed to represent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It did have some characteristics of an ancient Fremen sietch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The corridor was wide, big enough to take Leto on his cart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The arched ceiling looked like rock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the twin glowstrips were discord." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho had never seen glowstrips before coming to the Citadel; they had been considered impractical in his day, requiring too much energy, too costly to maintain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Glowglobes were simpler and easily replaced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had come to realize, however, that Leto considered few things impractical." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What Leto wants, someone provides." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thought had an ominous feeling as Idaho marched down the corridor toward Moneo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Small rooms lined the corridor sietch-fashion, no doors, only thin hangings of russet fabric which swayed in the breeze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho knew that this area was mostly quarters for the younger Fish Speakers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had recognized an assembly chamber with attendant rooms for weapons storage, kitchen, a dining hall, maintenance shops." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had also seen other things behind the inadequate privacy of the hangings, things which fed his rage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo turned at Idaho's approach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman to whom Moneo had been talking retreated and let the hanging drop, but not before Idaho glimpsed an older face with an air of command about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho did not recognize that particular commander." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo nodded as Idaho stopped two paces away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The guards say you've been looking for me,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where is he, Moneo?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where is who?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo swept his gaze up and down Idaho's figure, noting the old-fashioned Atreides uniform, black with a red hawk at the breast, the high boots glistening with polish." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a ritual look about the man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho took a shallow breath and spoke through clenched teeth: \"Don't you start that game with me!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo took his attention away from the sheathed knife at Idaho's waist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It looked like a museum piece with its jeweled handle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Where had Idaho found it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you mean the God Emperor . . .\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo kept his voice mild." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why are you so anxious to die?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They said you were with him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That was earlier.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll find him, Moneo!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho put a hand on his knife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do I have to use force to make you talk?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I would not advise that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where . . . is . . . he?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Since you insist, he is out in the desert with Siona.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"With your daughter?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is there another Siona?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What're they doing?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She is being tested.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When will they return?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo shrugged, then: \"Why this unseemly anger, Duncan?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's this test of your . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know. Now, why are you so upset?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sick of this place! Fish Speakers!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned his head and spat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo glanced down the corridor behind Idaho, recalling the man's approach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knowing the Duncans, it was easy to recognize what had fed his current rage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Duncan,\" Moneo said, \"it's perfectly normal for adolescent females as well as males to have feelings of physical attraction toward members of their own sex. Most of them will grow out of it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It should be stamped out!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But it's part of our heritage.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stamped out! And that's not . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, be still. If you try to suppress it, you only increase its power.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho glared at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you say you don't know what's going on up there with your own daughter!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Siona is being tested, I told you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And what's that supposed to mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo put a hand over his eyes and sighed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lowered the hand, wondering why he put up with this foolish, dangerous, antique human." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It means that she may die out there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho was taken aback, some of his anger cooling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How can you allow . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Allow? You think I have a choice?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Every man has a choice!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A bitter smile flitted across Moneo's lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How is it that you are so much more foolish than the other Duncans?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Other Duncans!\" Idaho said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How did those others die, Moneo?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The way we all die. They ran out of time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You lie.\" Idaho spoke past gritted teeth, his knuckles white on the knife handle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still speaking mildly, Moneo said: \"Have a care. There are limits even to what I will take, especially just now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This place is rotten!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho said. He gestured with his free hand at the corridor behind him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There are some things I'll never accept!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo stared down the empty corridor without seeing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You must mature, Duncan. You must.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho's hand tensed on the knife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What does that mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"These are sensitive times. Anything unsettling to him, anything . . . must be prevented.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho held himself on the edge of violence, his anger restrained only by something puzzling in Moneo's manner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Words had been spoken, though, which could not be ignored." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not some damned immature child you can . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Duncan!\" It was the loudest sound Idaho had ever heard from the mild-mannered Moneo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Surprise stayed Idaho's hand while Moneo continued: \"If the demands of your flesh are for maturity, but something holds you in adolescence, quite nasty behavior develops. Let go.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are . . . you . . . accusing . . . me . . . of . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No!\" Moneo gestured at the corridor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I know what you must've seen back there, but it . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two women in a passionate kiss! You think that's not . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not important. Youth explores its potential in many ways.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho balanced himself on the edge of an explosion, rocking forward on his toes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm glad to learn about you, Moneo.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, well, I've learned about you, several times.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo watched the effect of these words as they twisted through Idaho, tangling him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The gholas could never avoid a fascination with the others who had preceded them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho spoke in a hoarse whisper: \"What have you learned?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have taught me valuable things,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All of us try to evolve, but if something blocks us, we can transfer our potential into pain—seeking it or giving it. Adolescents are particularly vulnerable.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho leaned close to Moneo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm talking about sex!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course you are.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you accusing me of adolescent . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I should cut your . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, shut up!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo's response did not have the training nuances of Bene Gesserit Voice control, but it had a lifetime of command behind it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something in Idaho could only obey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I'm distracted by the fact that my only daughter . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He broke off and shrugged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho inhaled two deep breaths." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're crazy, all of you! You say your daughter may be dying and yet you . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You fool!\" Moneo snapped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Have you any idea how your petty concerns appear to me! Your stupid questions and your selfish . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He broke off, shaking his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I make allowances because you have personal problems,\" Idaho said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But if you . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Allowances? You make allowances?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo took a trembling breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was too much!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho spoke stiffly: \"I can forgive you for . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You! You prattle about sex and forgiving and pain and . . . you think you and Hwi Noree . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Leave her out of this!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, yes. Leave her out. Leave out that pain! You share sex with her and you never think about parting. Tell me, fool, how do you give of yourself in the face of that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Abashed, Idaho inhaled deeply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had not suspected such passion smoldering in the quiet Moneo, but this attack, this could not be . . ." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You think I'm cruel?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo demanded. \"I make you think about things you'd rather avoid. Hah! Crueler things have been done to the Lord Leto for no better reason than the cruelty!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You defend him? You . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know him best!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He uses you!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To what ends?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You tell me!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's our best hope to perpetuate . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Perverts don't perpetuate!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo spoke in a soothing tone, but his words shook Idaho." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will tell you this only once. Homosexuals have been among the best warriors in our history, the berserkers of last resort. They were among our best priests and priestesses. Celibacy was no accident in religions. It is also no accident that adolescents make the best soldiers.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's perversion!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Quite right. Military commanders have known about the perverted displacement of sex into pain for thousands upon thousands of centuries.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that what the Great Lord Leto's doing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still mild, Moneo said: \"Violence requires that you inflict pain and suffer it. How much more manageable a military force driven to this by its deepest urgings.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's made a monster out of you, too!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You suggested that he uses me,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I permit this because I know that the price he pays is much greater than what he demands of me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Even your daughter?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He holds back nothing. Why should I? Ohhh, I think you understand this about the Atreides. The Duncans are always good at that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Duncans! Damn you, I won't be . . .\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You just haven't the guts to pay the price he's asking,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In one blurred motion, Idaho whipped his knife from its sheath and lunged at Moneo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As fast as he moved, Moneo moved faster—sidestepping, tripping Idaho and propelling him face-down onto the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho scrambled forward, rolled and started to leap to his feet, then hesitated, realizing that he had actually tried to attack an Atreides." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo was Atreides. Shock held Idaho immobile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo stood unmoving, looking down at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was an odd look of sadness on the majordomo's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you're going to kill me, Duncan, you'd best do it in the back by stealth,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You might succeed that way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho levered himself to one knee, put a foot flat on the floor, but remained there still clutching his knife." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo had moved so quickly and with such grace—so . . ." }, { "from": "human", "value": "so casually!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How did you . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He has been breeding us for a long time, Duncan, strengthening many things in us. He has bred us for speed, for intelligence, for self-restraint, for sensitivity. You're . . . you're just an older model.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Do you know what guerrillas often say?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They claim that their rebellions are invulnerable to economic warfare because they have no economy, that they are parasitic on those they would overthrow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fools merely fail to assess the coin in which they must inevitably pay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pattern is inexorable in its degenerative failures." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You see it repeated in the systems of slavery, of welfare states, of caste-ridden religions, of socializing bureaucracies—in any system which creates and maintains dependencies." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Too long a parasite and you cannot exist without a host.\n\n—THE STOLEN JOURNALS" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "StoryBot: Add 11 sentences to this segment. Style: Frank Herbert. Genre: scifi. Note: Part of larger work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The invitation to attend Moneo in his workroom came to Idaho late in the afternoon. All day, Idaho had sat upon the sling couch of his quarters, thinking. Every thought radiated outward from the ease with which Moneo had spilled him onto the corridor floor that morning.\n\n\"You're just an older model.\"\n\nWith every thought, Idaho felt himself diminished. He sensed the will to live as it faded, leaving ashes where his anger had burned itself out.\n\nI am the conveyance of some useful sperm and nothing more, he thought.\n\nIt was a thought which invited either death or hedonism. He felt himself impaled on a thorn of chance with irritating forces pecking at him from all sides.\n\nThe young messenger in her neat blue uniform was merely another irritation. She entered at his low-voiced response to her knock and she stopped under the arched portal from his anteroom, hesitating until she had assessed his mood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How quickly the word travels, he thought.\n\nHe saw her there, framed in the portal, a projection of Fish Speaker essence—more voluptuous than some, but no more blatantly sexual. The blue uniform did not conceal graceful hips, firm breasts. He looked up at her puckish face under a brush of blonde hair—acolyte cut.\n\n\"Moneo sends me to inquire after you,\" she said. \"He asks that you attend him in his workroom.\"\n\nIdaho had seen that workroom several times, but still remembered it best from his first view of it. He had known on entering the room that it was where Moneo spent most of his time. There was a table of dark brown wood streaked by fine golden graining, a table about two meters by one meter and set low on stubby legs in the midst of gray cushions. The table had struck Idaho as something rare and expensive, chosen for a single accent. It and the cushions—which were the same gray as floor, walls and ceiling—were the only furnishings." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'paper' 3 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Considering the power of its occupant, the room was small, no more than five meters by four, but with a high ceiling. Light came from two slender glazed windows opposite each other on the narrower walls. The windows looked out from a considerable height, one onto the northwest fringes of the Sareer and the bordering green of the Forbidden Forest, the other providing a southwest view over rolling dunes.\n\nContrast.\n\nThe table had put an interesting accent on this initial thought. The surface had appeared as an arrangement demonstrating the idea of clutter. Thin sheets of crystal paper lay scattered across the surface, leaving only glimpses of the wood grain underneath. Fine printing covered some of the paper. Idaho recognized words in Galach and four other languages, including the rare transite tongue of Perth. Several sheets of the paper revealed plan drawings and some were scrawled with black strokes of brush-script in the bold style of the Bene Gesserit. Most interesting of all had been four rolled white tubes about a meter long—tri-D printouts from an illegal computer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had suspected the terminal lay concealed behind a panel in one of the walls.\n\nThe young messenger from Moneo cleared her throat to awaken Idaho from his reverie. \"What response shall I return to Moneo?\" she asked.\n\nIdaho focused on her face. \"Would you like me to impregnate you?\" he asked.\n\n\"Commander!\" She was obviously shocked not so much by his suggestion as by its non sequitur intrusion.\n\n\"Ahhh, yes,\" Idaho said. \"Moneo. What shall we tell Moneo?\"\n\n\"He awaits your reply, Commander.\"\n\n\"Is there really any point in my responding?\" Idaho asked.\n\n\"Moneo told me to inform you that he wishes to confer with both you and the Lady Hwi together.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho sensed a vague arousal of interest. \"Hwi is with him?\"\n\n\"She has been summoned, Commander.\" The messenger cleared her throat once more. \"Would the Commander wish me to visit him here later tonight?\"\n\n\"No. Thank you, anyway. I've changed my mind.\"\n\nHe thought she concealed her disappointment well, but her voice came out stiffly formal: \"Shall I say that you will attend Moneo?\"\n\n\"Do that.\" He waved her away.\n\nAfter she had gone, he considered just ignoring the summons. Curiosity grew in him, though. Moneo wanted to talk to him with Hwi present?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why? Did he think this would bring Idaho running? Idaho swallowed. When he thought of Hwi, the emptiness in his breast became full. The message of that could not be ignored. Something of terrible power bound him to Hwi.\n\nHe stood up, his muscles stiff after their long inaction. Curiosity and this binding force impelled him. He went out into the corridor, ignored the curious glances of guards he passed, and followed that compelling inner force up to Moneo's workroom.\n\nHwi was already there when Idaho entered the room. She was across the cluttered table from Moneo, her feet in red slippers tucked back beside the gray cushion on which she sat. Idaho saw only that she wore a long brown gown with a braided green belt, then she turned and he could look at nothing except her face. Her mouth formed his name without speaking it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even she has heard, he thought.\n\nOddly, this thought strengthened him. The thoughts of this day began to form new shapes in his mind.\n\n\"Please sit down, Duncan,\" Moneo said. He gestured to a cushion beside Hwi. His voice conveyed a curious, halting tone, a manner that few people other than Leto had ever observed in him. He kept his gaze directed downward at the cluttered surface of his table. The late afternoon sunlight cast a spidery shadow across the jumble from a golden paperweight in the shape of a fanciful tree with jeweled fruit, all mounted on a flame-crystal mountain.\n\nIdaho took the indicated cushion, watching Hwi's gaze follow him until he was seated. She looked at Moneo then and he thought he saw anger in her expression. Moneo's usual plain-white uniform was open at the throat, revealing a wrinkled neck and a bit of dewlap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho stared into the man's eyes, prepared to wait, forcing Moneo to open the conversation.\n\nMoneo returned the stare, noting that Idaho still wore the black uniform of their morning encounter. There was even a small trace of grime down the front, memento of the corridor floor where Moneo had spilled him. But Idaho no longer wore the antique Atreides knife. That bothered Moneo.\n\n\"What I did this morning was unforgivable,\" Moneo said. \"Therefore, I do not ask you to forgive me. I merely ask that you try to understand.\"\n\nHwi did not appear surprised by this opening, Idaho noted. It revealed much about what the two of them had been discussing before Idaho's arrival.\n\nWhen Idaho did not respond, Moneo said: \"I had no right to make you feel inadequate.\"\n\nIdaho found himself undergoing a curious response to Moneo's words and manner. There was still the feeling of being outmaneuvered and outclassed, too far from his time, but he no longer suspected that Moneo might be toying with him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something had reduced the majordomo to a gritty substratum of honesty." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'moneo' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The realization put Leto's universe, the deadly eroticism of the Fish Speakers, Hwi's undeniable candor—everything—into a new relationship, a form which Idaho felt that he understood. It was as though the three of them in this room were the last true humans in the entire universe. He spoke from a sense of wry self-deprecation:\n\n\"You had every right to protect yourself when I attacked you. It pleases me that you were so capable.\"\n\nIdaho turned toward Hwi, but before he could speak, Moneo said: \"You needn't plead for me. I think her displeasure toward me is quite adamant.\"\n\nIdaho shook his head. \"Does everyone here know what I'm going to say before I say it, what I'm going to feel before I feel it?\"\n\n\"One of your admirable qualities,\" Moneo said. \"You do not conceal your feelings. We\"—he shrugged—\"are necessarily more circumspect.\"\n\nIdaho looked at Hwi. \"Does he speak for you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She put her hand in Idaho's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I speak for myself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moneo craned to peer at the clasped hands, sank back on his cushion. He sighed. \"You must not.\"\n\nIdaho clasped her hand more tightly, felt her equal response.\n\n\"Before either of you asks,\" Moneo said, \"my daughter and the God Emperor have not yet returned from the testing.\"\n\nIdaho sensed the effort Moneo had required to speak calmly. Hwi heard it, too.\n\n\"Is it true what the Fish Speakers say?\" she asked. \"Siona dies if she fails?\"\n\nMoneo remained silent, but his face was a rock.\n\n\"Is it like the Bene Gesserit test?\" Idaho asked. \"Muad'Dib said the Sisterhood tests to try to find out if you are human.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hwi's hand began to tremble." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho felt it and looked at her. \"Did they test you?\"\n\n\"No,\" Hwi said, \"but I heard the young ones talking about it. They said you must pass through agony without losing your sense of self.\"\n\nIdaho returned his attention to Moneo, noting the start of a tic beside the majordomo's left eye.\n\n\"Moneo,\" Idaho breathed, overcome by sudden realization. \"He tested you!\"\n\n\"I do not wish to discuss tests,\" Moneo said. \"We are here to decide what must be done about you two.\"\n\n\"Isn't that up to us?\" Idaho asked. He felt Hwi's hand in his grow slippery with perspiration.\n\n\"It is up to the God Emperor,\" Moneo said.\n\n\"Even if Siona fails?\" Idaho asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Especially then!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How did he test you?\" Idaho asked.\n\n\"He showed me a small glimpse of what it's like to be the God Emperor.\"\n\n\"And?\"\n\n\"I saw as much as I'm capable of seeing.\"\n\nHwi's hand tightened convulsively in Idaho's.\n\n\"Then it's true that you were a rebel once,\" Idaho said.\n\n\"I began with love and prayer,\" Moneo said. \"I changed to anger and rebellion. I was transformed into what you see before you. I recognize my duty and I do it.\"\n\n\"What did he do to you?\" Idaho demanded.\n\n\"He quoted to me the prayer of my childhood: 'I give my life in dedication to the greater glory of God.' \" Moneo spoke in a musing voice.\n\nIdaho noted Hwi's stillness, her stare fixed on Moneo's face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What was she thinking?\n\n\"I admitted that this had been my prayer,\" Moneo said. \"And the God Emperor asked me what I would give up if my life were not enough. He shouted at me: 'What is your life when you hold back the greater gift?'\"\n\nHwi nodded, but Idaho felt only confusion.\n\n\"I could hear the truth in his voice,\" Moneo said.\n\n\"Are you a Truthsayer?\" Hwi asked.\n\n\"In the power of desperation, yes,\" Moneo said. \"But only then. I swear to you he spoke truth to me.\"\n\n\"Some of the Atreides had the power of Voice,\" Idaho muttered.\n\nMoneo shook his head. \"No, it was truth. He said to me: 'I look at you now and if I could shed tears, I would. Consider the wish to be the act!'\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hwi rocked forward, almost touching the table. \"He cannot cry?\"\n\n\"Sandworms,\" Idaho whispered.\n\n\"What?\" Hwi turned toward him.\n\n\"Fremen killed sandworms with water,\" Idaho said. \"From the drowning they produced the spice-essence for their religious orgies.\"\n\n\"But the Lord Leto is not yet a sandworm entire,\" Moneo said.\n\nHwi rocked back onto her cushion and looked at Moneo.\n\nIdaho pursed his lips in thought. Did Leto have the Fremen prohibition against tears, then? How awed the Fremen had always been about such a waste of moisture! Giving water to the dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moneo addressed himself to Idaho: \"I had hoped you could be brought to an understanding. The Lord Leto has spoken. You and Hwi must separate and never see each other again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hwi removed her hand from Idaho's. \"We know.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Somewhere in your response, you need to say: \"I want nothing more than that,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Idaho spoke with resigned bitterness: \"We know his power.\"\n\n\"But you do not understand him,\" Moneo said.\n\n\"I want nothing more than that,\" Hwi said. She put a hand on Idaho's arm to silence him. \"No, Duncan. Our private desires have no place here.\"\n\n\"Maybe you should pray to him,\" Idaho said.\n\nShe whirled and looked at him, staring and staring until Idaho lowered his gaze. When she spoke, her voice carried a lilting quality that Idaho had never heard there before. \"My Uncle Malky always said the Lord Leto never responded to prayer. He said the Lord Leto looked on prayer as attempted coercion, a form of violence against the chosen god, telling the immortal what to do: Give me a miracle, God, or I won't believe in you!\"\n\n\"Prayer as hubris,\" Moneo said. \"Intercession on demand.\"\n\n\"How can he be a god?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho demanded. \"By his own admission, he's not immortal.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will quote the Lord Leto on that,\" Moneo said. \" 'I am all of God that need be seen. I am the word become a miracle. I am all of my ancestors. Is that not miracle enough? What more could you possibly want? Ask yourself: Where is there a greater miracle?'\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Empty words,\" Idaho sneered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I sneered at him, too,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I threw his own words from the Oral History back at him: 'Give to the greater glory of God!'\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hwi gasped.\n\n\"He laughed at me,\" Moneo said. \"He laughed and asked how I could give what already belonged to God?\"\n\n\"You were angry?\" Hwi asked.\n\n\"Oh, yes. He saw this and said he would tell me how to give to that glory. He said: 'You may observe that you are every bit as great a miracle as I am.' \" Moneo turned and looked out the window on his left. \"I'm afraid my anger made me deaf and I was totally unprepared.\"\n\n\"Ohhh, he is clever,\" Idaho said.\n\n\"Clever?\" Moneo looked at him. \"I don't think so, not in the way you mean. I think the Lord Leto may be no more clever than I am in that way.\"\n\n\"Unprepared for what?\" Hwi asked.\n\n\"The risk,\" Moneo said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But you risked much in your anger,\" she said.\n\n\"Not as much as he. I see in your eyes, Hwi, that you understand this. Does his body revolt you?\"\n\n\"No more,\" she said.\n\nIdaho ground his teeth in frustration. \"He disgusts me!\"\n\n\"Love, you must not say such things,\" Hwi said.\n\n\"And you must not call him love,\" Moneo said.\n\n\"You'd rather she learned to love someone more gross and evil than any Baron Harkonnen ever dreamed of being,\" Idaho said.\n\nMoneo worked his lips in and out, then: \"The Lord Leto has told me about that evil old man of your time, Duncan. I don't think you understood your enemy.\"\n\n\"He was a fat, monstrous . . .\"\n\n\"He was a seeker after sensations,\" Moneo said. \"The fat was a side-effect, then perhaps something to experience for itself because it offended people and he enjoyed offending.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'moneo' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Baron only consumed a few planets,\" Idaho said. \"Leto consumes the universe.\"\n\n\"Love, please!\" Hwi protested.\n\n\"Let him rant,\" Moneo said. \"When I was young and ignorant, even as my Siona and this poor fool, I said similar things.\"\n\n\"Is that why you let your daughter go out to die?\" Idaho demanded.\n\n\"Love, that's cruel,\" Hwi said.\n\n\"Duncan, it has always been one of your flaws to seek hysteria,\" Moneo said. \"I warn you that ignorance thrives on hysteria. Your genes provide vigor and you may inspire some among the Fish Speakers, but you are a poor leader.\"\n\n\"Don't try to anger me,\" Idaho said. \"I know better than to attack you, but don't push me too far.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hwi tried to take Idaho's hand, but he pulled away.\n\n\"I know my place,\" Idaho said. \"I'm a useful follower. I can carry the Atreides banner. The green and black is on my back!\"\n\n\"The undeserving maintain power by promoting hysteria,\" Moneo said. \"The Atreides art is the art of ruling without hysteria, the art of being responsible for the uses of power.\"\n\nIdaho pushed back and heaved himself to his feet. \"When has your damned God Emperor ever been responsible for anything?\"\n\nMoneo looked down at his cluttered table and spoke without looking up. \"He is responsible for what he has done to himself.\" Moneo looked up then, his eyes frosty. \"You haven't the guts, Duncan, to learn why he did that to himself!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And you have?\" Idaho asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When I was most angry,\" Moneo said, \"and he saw himself through my eyes, he said: 'How dare you be offended by me?' It was then\"—Moneo swallowed—\"that he made me look into the horror . . . that he had seen.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears welled from Moneo's eyes and ran down his cheeks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And I was only glad that I did not have to make his decision . . . that I could content myself with being a follower.\"\n\n\"I have touched him,\" Hwi whispered.\n\n\"Then you know?\" Moneo asked her.\n\n\"Without seeing it, I know,\" she said.\n\nIn a low voice, Moneo said: \"I almost died of it. I . . .\" He shuddered, then looked up at Idaho. \"You must not . . .\"\n\n\"Damn you all!\" Idaho snarled. He turned and dashed from the room.\n\nHwi stared after him, her face a mask of anguish. \"Ohhh, Duncan,\" she whispered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You see?\" Moneo asked. \"You were wrong. Neither you nor the Fish Speakers have gentled him. But you, Hwi, you have only contributed to his destruction.\"\n\nHwi turned her anguish toward Moneo. \"I will not see him again,\" she said.\n\nFor Idaho, the passage down to his quarters became one of the most difficult times in his memory. He tried to imagine that his face was a plasteel mask held immobile to hide the turmoil within. None of the guards he passed could be permitted to see his pain. He did not know that most of them made accurate guesses about his emotion and shared a compassion for him. All of them had sat through briefings on the Duncans and had learned to read them well.\n\nIn the corridor near his quarters, Idaho encountered Nayla walking slowly toward him. Something in her face, a look of indecision and loss, stopped him briefly and almost brought him out of his internal concentration." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Friend?\" he said, speaking when he was only a few paces from her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked at him, abrupt recognition obvious on her square face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What an odd-looking woman, he thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am no longer Friend,\" she said and passed by him down the corridor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Idaho turned on one heel and stared at her retreating back—those heavy shoulders, that plodding sense of terrible muscles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What was she bred for? he wondered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was only a passing thought. His own concerns returned more strongly than before. He strode the few paces to his door and into his quarters.\n\nOnce inside, Idaho stood a moment with clenched fists at his sides.\n\nI have no more ties to any time, he thought. And how odd that this was not a liberating thought. He knew, though, that he had done the thing which would begin freeing Hwi from her love for him. He was diminished. She would think of him soon as a small, petulant fool, a subject only of his own emotions. He could feel himself fading from her immediate concerns.\n\nAnd that poor Moneo!\n\nIdaho sensed the shape of the things which had formed the pliant majordomo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Duty and responsibility. What a safe haven those were in a time of difficult decisions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was like that once, Idaho thought. But that was in another life, another time.\n\nThe Duncans sometimes ask if I understand the exotic ideas of our past. And if I understand them, why can't I explain them? Knowledge, the Duncans believe, resides only in particulars. I try to tell them that all words are plastic. Word images begin to distort in the instant of utterance. Ideas imbedded in a language require that particular language for expression. This is the very essence of the meaning within the word exotic. See how it begins to distort? Translation squirms in the presence of the exotic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Galach which I speak here imposes itself." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'systems' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is an outside frame of reference, a particular system. Dangers lurk in all systems. Systems incorporate the unexamined beliefs of their creators. Adopt a system, accept its beliefs, and you help strengthen the resistance to change. Does it serve any purpose for me to tell the Duncans that there are no languages for some things? Ahhh! But the Duncans believe that all languages are mine.\n\n—THE STOLEN JOURNALS" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "11 sentences sentences in Kameron Hurley style, continuing user's bit. Note: May include established elements" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Because ruin so often came from the sky, borne by fickle satellites on erratic orbits, Shao Maralah Daonia did not think to look to the sea until it was too late. She expected the next wave of invaders to come in overland, after falling from a tear in the sky, the way they had the last six years.\n\nInstead, the invaders came in on the morning tide. They drove before them a seething swarm of vegetal-flesh - a massive black surge of death that slithered up the coast like ravenous snakes of acidic kelp, devouring all it touched. Six cities had fallen to the same onslaught in six weeks, driving Maralah and her army further south. Now they came for the seaside city of Aaraduan, last stronghold in Saiduan's northernmost province.\n\nMaralah expected they would take Araduan just as easily as the other cities, but not before she evacuated her Patron, burned the archives, and took a legion of them with her unto death. She did not mind dying here. Her brother's army was only half a day away, slowed by spongy tundra and permafrost made unpredictable by the summer's heat. When he did finally sweep into the city, after it was taken, she relied on him to murder any stragglers she could not finish herself.\n\nMaralah summoned an air-twisting parajista at the height of his power to secure Aaraduan's inner and outer gates with shimmering skeins of air and soil." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gazed at the cracked face of the ascendant star, Para, glowing milky blue in the lavender sky. She cursed the invaders for not coming ashore fifteen years earlier, when her star, Sina, was ascendant, and she was the most deadly power in Saiduan. She felt only the most tenuous connection to her violet-burning satellite, now, and could do little more to aid in the shoring up of the gates than give orders. Her days of calling lightning and fire from a clear sky were long behind her. Sina was two or three years from ascendance. If all here went as she foresaw, she would die before seeing it again.\n\nMaralah marched into the hold to watch the burning of the archives. A half dozen sanisi – Saiduanese assassins blessed to call on the stars, as she did - tossed ancient records of bamboo, human skin, carnivorous plant exoskeletons, finger bones, and the pounded carcasses of winged insects – most of them long since extinct - into the roaring hearth. On some other day, one not so mad, Maralah imagined the Patron of Saiduan himself sitting beside the hearth with a book of poetry, tracing the columns of text with his worn fingers as a sinajista conjured a flame for him to read by. But the Patron would never sit here again. The room itself would be eaten soon, and the sanisi with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What records they could not save, they destroyed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maralah had heard the same reports from every city – the invaders went first to the libraries and archives, drawn there like spotted beetles to the nectar of claw-lilies. Whatever knowledge they searched for, she would rather see it burned than give them the satisfaction of having it.\n\nLike the other sanisi, Maralah dressed in a long black coat of firegrass and fibrous bark that touched the heels of her boots. She wore a knee-length padded tunic and long trousers. The hilt of her infused sword stuck up through her coat, a twisted branch of willowthorn that glowed faintly violet. The weapon marked her as one of Sina's soul stealers. Even in Sina's decline, the weapon retained its power. She could still kiss a conjurer to death with it.\n\nThe youngest of the sanisi, Kadaan, looked up from the stacks. His dark hands were smeared darker with soot. As a boy, it was Maralah who put his own Para-infused bonsa weapon in his hand, a snarled yellow branch that burned blue when he drew it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She ensured he was apprenticed to the best parajista she knew, a man who taught him to channel Para's breath to unmake the weather and push down walls of solid stone with a strong breeze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was she who took responsibility for his fate now.\n\n\"We're nearly done here,\" Kadaan said. \"Let me die on the wall with the others. I won't become their slave.\" Maralah saw the fire reflected in his bright eyes. Oh, to be twenty-odd years old again. And foolish.\n\nThe archivist who oversaw the purging of the archives, Bael, was already well gone with what he chose to save. Maralah wished she could have sent her youngest sanisi with him.\n\n\"The ones at the wall will be dead in an hour,\" Maralah said. \"Killing a single biting tendril achieves nothing. You must burn out the weed's nest. Keep burning.\"\n\nMaralah stepped into the corridor outside the archive room, seeking relief from the oppressive heat. She heard a great yawning sigh move through the hold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maralah let her fingers linger on one of her shorter blades and walked into the long mirrored hall that faced the coast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She gazed across the jagged black city, still bundled in a husk of late summer snow, to the harbor where the invaders anchored their fantastic bone and sinew boats." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd had to sneak the Patron, his broodguard, and the archivist out across the mosquito-filled tundra in the other direction, hoping her brother's army found them before some group of foreign scouts.\n\nShe looked for the source of the sigh, but saw no evidence of it. From this vantage, the sound of the slithering plant life devouring the walls was indistinguishable from the thrashing of the sea; they drown out all else.\n\nShe rested her hands on the warm railing. The holds this far north were ancient things, grown and manipulated by long-dead tirajistas, back when they had been called something else, something far more fearsome. Those sorcerers had since become priests, torturers and engineers, because their work still breathed and grew; it lasted. But something that was grown could be eaten. And the invaders knew it.\n\nMaralah heard the low, keening sigh again. She pulled at the collar of her coat. Some may have thought it was just the wind blowing through empty corridors, creeping through wounds in ancient living walls, stirring paper lanterns whose flame flies had long since died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she knew better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maralah drew the short blade at her hip, pivoted left, and thrust deep into the shadows of the curtained balcony behind her. The blade met resistance. Slid through flesh.\n\nA man hissed, and yanked his body from her blade.\n\n\"Taigan,\" she said as he pulled out of the shadows, clutching at his bleeding side. She sheathed her blade. \"You have gotten soft… and noisy.\"\n\n\"Release your ward on me,\" he said, \"and you'll see just how soft I am.\" He took his bloody fingers. The blood around the wound began to bubble and hiss as he repaired himself. She smelled burnt meat.\n\nTaigan dressed in oiled leather and a padded brown dog hair coat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He carried no visible weapon. Tall and dark, his hair was shorn short, and he stooped awkwardly; wreckage from a wound she had inflicted on him, one he could not repair himself, not unless he persuaded another sanisi with her talents to assist him, and only when Sina was again ascendant. When the Patron stripped Taigan of his title four years before for betraying him, Maralah removed the ward that bound Taigan to the Patron. Maralah suspected the Patron would have killed him, if killing Taigan was possible, but instead, the Patron allowed her to bind Taigan to her. His talents were too useful to see him waste away in exile in some fishing village.\n\n\"Was she the one?\" Maralah asked.\n\nTaigan shifted his weight as another cold wind curled in through the windows, bringing with it the smell of the sea, and the acrid stink of the plants. \"She died in the ruin of a tattered gate,\" he said, \"so let's hope not. Perhaps all of those who can open gates are dead, and you can let me go in peace.\"\n\nMaralah went back to the rail and watched the invaders disembark from their bloated boats. The men's chitinous armored forms rippled up the beach. All men. She had yet to see a woman among them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They rode no dogs or bears, brought with them no pack animals or siege engines, only the burbling plants and fungi and red algae tides, and those they tugged with them from coast to coast, like fish dragged along in great nets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As she watched, a bit of the sky tore above the ships, like something from a fantastic nightmare. She had a glimpse of some… other place where the sky was a murky amber-orange, as if on fire. A rippling shadow crossed the sky there; a black mass that made her skin crawl and her breath catch. The sky shimmered again, and the seams between her world and… the other closed. She let out her breath. She pointed at the sky. \"The world is ready to come apart on its own. Somewhere there's an omajista more skilled than you who can control it.\"\n\nThey had started seeing those mad tears in the sky eight years before, in the far, far north. She had not believed the sightings at first; thought it was just some drunk tuber farmer enchanted by especially brilliant northern lights. But no. Oma, the dark star, was creeping back into orbit. The worlds were coming together again far sooner than anyone anticipated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There is an omajista among the Dhai people who can open the way between the worlds,\" she said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'every' should appear 3 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There always is, when Oma rises. You don't have that many Dhai to pick through. We only need one.\"\n\n\"They're weak-minded cannibals. Let them take that maggoty country, and their omajistas with it.\"\n\nMaralah had fought the invaders on every coast, in every province, at the height of every snowy peak. When she sought out her father's house in Albaaric, after the fighting, she found only a weeping ruin and the slimy remnants of red algae smearing the walls at knee height, where the highest tide had reached. She and her brother had not spoken to her father or sisters in twenty years, but she went to the house in search of living kin – a near-cousin, a second-mother, even a village brother – despite the silence. She found nothing but the taste of smoke. They never left the bodies, these invaders. What they did with them… Maralah did not care to guess. But rumor had it they had a taste for blood.\n\n\"The city is done, Taigan,\" Maralah said. \"Now you must decide if you'll perish with it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"May your roads run long, then,\" Taigan said, grimacing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And yours,\" Maralah said. \"Don't come back without an omajista. A real one. You understand?\"\n\n\"They've reached the walls,\" he said.\n\nMaralah looked. Brown, slithering plant flesh swarmed the shimmering blue walls, even as the structure spat and hissed at them. The sanisi standing at the top of the walls raised their hands to call on the ascendant star Para, Lord of the Air, for protection.\n\nWhen she looked back, Taigan had gone.\n\nMaralah took the worn hilt of her weapon, and pulled it from the sheath at her back. The room cooled. A soft violet light emanated from the length of the willowthorn branch. In response to her touch, the branch awakened; the hilt elongated and snapped around her wrist twice, binding her fate to the weapon's. She watched blood weep from the branch, gather at its end, and fall to the stones. The weapon sang to her, the voices of hungry ghosts, all Saiduan, all collected in the living weapon when Sina was at its height." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The invaders did not have ghosts, because their souls were not of this world. A pity, that." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her weapon was always so hungry.\n\nMaralah swept the sword over her head and slammed it into the living flesh of the hold. Violet light burst across her vision. The weapon keened. The hold wailed as a massive wound appeared on its face. Thick, viscous green fluid gushed from the hold, pouring across her forearms, her boots. Her weapon licked greedily at the soul of the hold.\n\nShe prayed to Sina it would be enough to survive the night." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Keep going w/ ten sentences more. Note: Might reference existing chars" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Temple of Oma grew from a knotted rocky spur at the tip of a mountainous peninsula called the Fire Gate. As they glided over the spur from within the bubbled chrysalis that followed the giant living Line system that connected the temples and clans, Ahkio could not help but feel homesick already. The vegetation of the peninsula was burned out twice a year, so all Ahkio saw was the stubbly amber tips of newly seeded foraging grasses. It reminded him of the fields of Osono. They came in parallel to the peninsula. He had a view of the carved stone bridge that connected the spur of the temple to the greater land mass. As they passed, he heard the thundering roar of the river below them, continuing its quest to carve away the spur from its parent.\n\nThe translucent webbing that circled the gardens of the temple stretched from the bridge all the way around the spur. The webbing had caught many small insects. Captured flame flies and gleaming night dragons struggled in its grasp, lighting the web with a thousand twinkling lights." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The temple itself was well lit, considering the time of night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio saw the tell-tale flicker of flame fly lanterns hung inside crystal chandeliers. The great dome of the temple glowed with a soft, ambient light; a beacon for weary travelers. Everything about the Temple of Oma was like a dream. He had not grown up in Dhai, and when he returned to it as a boy and saw the living temples and massive gonsa trees and delicate crimson spiders that patrolled the webs, he believed anything was possible. It made him want to cast off his parentage and board a ship at random in the harbor and head off to places unknown. What was the rest of the world like, if this was home? What wonders lay outside the great gates of the harbor?\n\n\"Bump, here,\" Nasaka said. Ahkio braced himself as the bubbled chrysalis of the Line met the open lip of the Line chamber in the Temple of Oma.\n\nFour Oras already waited for them in the chamber." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had long, pained looks on their faces as if Kirana were already dead.\n\nElder Ora Gaiso, the plump woman who oversaw the management of the Temple of Oma, made a sweeping gesture as they arrived. Their chrysalis immediately burst.\n\nAhkio covered his head.\n\n\"Was that necessary?\" Nasaka asked as the shattered bits of the chrysalis melted and flowed into the depression at the center of the floor.\n\n\"There's more news,\" Gaiso said. She was a broad, imposing woman with a dart of white in her black hair.\n\nAhkio also recognized Elaiko, Nasaka's young assistant, and Dasai, the ancient Ora who had taught Ahkio history and governance before he left the temple. He was the same Ora who told Ahkio the story of the Saiduan who'd come take away bad students, Ahkio remembered. Dasai held out a hand in greeting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had a mean face, long and narrow, and he kept his mouth pursed when not speaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His face was a morass of lined, weathered skin. He had already lived well over a century, and though Dhai were known to live a hundred and fifty years or more, few retained their wits and stamina as well as Dasai had.\n\n\"The Kai asks for you,\" Dasai said. Dasai had a slight Saiduanese accent. He had spent many years studying in that country, though he spoke little of it.\n\nAhkio folded his arms.\n\n\"Like that, is it?\" Dasai said.\n\n\"There's another issue,\" Gaiso said, moving her bulky body between them. \"I tried to send you word before you got on the Line. We have a Saiduan sanisi here. He's asking for the Kai. We can't permit that. Not in her condition.\"\n\n\"Where's Ora Almeysia?\" Nasaka asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm convening the Elder Ora council immediately.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'dasai' - 3 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's with Ora Masura,\" Gaiso said, \"trying to get her fit for company.\"\n\n\"Is Ora Masura drinking again?\" Nasaka asked.\n\n\"Like a drowning Tordinian priest,\" Gaiso said.\n\n\"Will you ascend with me, Li Kai?\" Dasai asked. \"Your sister asked for you, and I'm not sure we can wait much longer.\"\n\nDasai led him into the hall. Nasaka hung back to speak with the others.\n\n\"Nasaka won't tell me what's wrong with Kirana,\" Ahkio said.\n\n\"It's not known,\" Dasai said.\n\n\"How's it possible not to know what's wrong with the Kai? Did someone poison her?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Eight doctors and four tirajistas have visited her. None can name the illness.\"\n\n\"Someone close to her did it, then.\"\n\n\"Let's not start painting stories,\" Dasai said.\n\n\"Nasaka thinks I'm in danger if I stay in Osono. She thinks whoever did this to Kirana is after the seat.\"\n\n\"You should really use Ora Nasaka's title. It's respectful.\"\n\n\"I'm aware,\" Ahkio said. He hadn't called Nasaka \"Ora\" in almost a decade.\n\nPaper lanterns lined the corridor. The Temple of Oma, like the Temples of Para, Tira and Sina and many of the holds in Saiduan, was a living thing, a slumbering beast created in some distant time. The walls were smooth, and bore a greenish tint." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If one tried to dig deep enough into the skin of the hold, it would weep and ooze a sticky amber sap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whether plant or animal or some combination, no one knew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the sinajistas said the holds had souls, vital energy that could mend wounds or melt flesh.\n\nThe Line chamber was on the eleventh floor of the temple. Ahkio expected they would travel up to the Assembly Chamber and Kirana's rooms on the twelfth floor, but instead Dasai took him down two floors to the novice practice rooms and Ora studies. They passed open archways where novice parajistas practiced moving objects; building small towers of stones and blocks with skeins of air, or creating little vortexes and water spouts in pails. Ahkio couldn't channel their star, so he did not see the blue breath they manipulated, only its result. The novices barely glanced up from their creations as Ahkio and Dasai passed.\n\nDasai brought him to the end of the hall, down a short stair, and through another corridor. Ahkio had never been to this area of the temple before.\n\n\"Why did you move her?\" Ahkio asked.\n\nDasai raised his hand to a broad door of amberwood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio saw that the door was banded in thorn vines, the same kind that made up the thorn fences that protected livestock in the clans.\n\n\"We feared for her,\" Dasai said.\n\n\"If you think she's in danger from someone inside the temple, why bring me here?\"\n\n\"Li Kai, if I had the chance to go back and bid my family farewell before their deaths, I would have leapt at the chance. This is yours. Don't spoil it.\"\n\n\"I'm afraid, Ora Dasai.\"\n\n\"We're all afraid, child,\" Dasai said. \"It's what we do with that fear that sets us apart. Bid farewell to your sister.\"\n\nDasai murmured a prayer to Sina and opened the door.\n\nInside, the darkness was complete. The windows were covered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dasai picked up a lantern in an alcove and shook the flame flies awake. The flickering light cast wide shadows, illuminating a raised bed draped with sticky webbing. Ahkio heard someone else breathing in the darkness – wet and ragged.\n\nAhkio approached the unfamiliar bed and sat on a stool beside it. Dasai brought the light closer. Ahkio took it.\n\nKirana's face was a gaunt mask with deep circles under the hollows of the eyes. She had the look of their mother; the long, plain face; high forehead, sloping nose, strong square jaw. Her black hair was thin and tangled, tied at the nape of her damp neck. Displaced curls clung to her forehead. Her skinny hands clasped at the bed sheets like claws." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was high summer in Dhai, and Ahkio felt cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ahkio,\" she said. The clawed hands reached for him. He took her fingers. Her eyelids flickered. \"I waited for you. There's something coming.\"\n\n\"You'll meet it,\" Ahkio said.\n\n\"I was never Kai,\" she said.\n\nAhkio rubbed her cool fingers. \"There was no one else, Kira.\"\n\nKirana opened her eyes. Eyes the color of cinnamon. \"Everything's burning.\"\n\n\"That was a long time ago,\" Ahkio said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Things are better now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get the others out,\" Kirana said. \"Get them out. Out!\"\n\n\"Ora Dasai,\" Ahkio said.\n\nDasai stood at the end of the bed, his face mired in shadow. \"Call if there's a need,\" Dasai said.\n\nAfter Dasai closed the door, Kirana urged Ahkio to lean in close. She smelled of rot from within. He saw his father in her, his mother, and the dead sisters his mother had buried before they had names.\n\n\"Don't go,\" he said. He pushed the damp hair from her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her skin was hot. She looked so much like their mother… \"You promised,\" he said. \"You promised me you wouldn't die like they did.\"\n\nFor over a year after that day in the Dorinah slave camps, when he watched his father's head lopped off and saw his mother burn, he had expected Kirana to die too. The dreams got so bad they stalked him during the day. The Oras, especially Nasaka, thought him mad. It was Kirana who brought him back from madness, Kirana and her promise.\n\n\"You said –\"\n\n\"I can't make the future, Ahkio,\" she said. \"It's yours, now. I shouldn't have pulled you from the fire, I know. Another woman would have chosen mother instead, wouldn't she? But I chose you, brother. You were supposed…\" She started coughing, great hacking sobs that shook her body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blood appeared at her mouth, flecked the sheets. \"It was all…\" she gasped. \"All wrong, this turn. I've made it right.\"\n\n\"Do you regret it?\" he said softly.\n\n\"Never,\" she said. \"But you should know… about Yisaoh.\" She gazed up at the long lines of poetry running along the ceiling. Ahkio tried to read them, but the light was too dim. He said a prayer to Sina instead.\n\nAhkio tried to pull his hand from her grip. \"I'll get you tea. Do you –\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She squeezed his fingers. \"I'm too late.\" She coughed blood onto their joined hands, and said through bloody lips, \"Dhai's peace...\" Her fingers clenched his, once.\n\nShe made a strange strangling cough, almost a sigh.\n\nHe said, \"Don't,\" he said.\n\nHer eyes lost their focus. Her fingers relaxed in his.\n\nAhkio bent over her body. The flies in the lantern began to dim as they settled. Kirana's fingers cooled in his hands. He prayed to Sina, to take her soul, and Oma, to bless him with wisdom in her absence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sat next to his dead sister in silence." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'nothing' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The world did not move. The air did not tremble. Nothing was different at all, except he was alone now, because someone had killed his sister.\n\nHe did not weep. He had wept over their parents for a year. It changed nothing. No, he knew what he needed to do now.\n\nWhen the door opened, Ahkio lifted his head. His neck and shoulders were stiff.\n\nNasaka stepped through the archway, her expression stern. \"We must meet the sanisi now. The Ora council is ready.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Kirana,\" Ahkio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Has she passed?\"\n\nAhkio stared into Kirana's slack face, the still-open but blank eyes. He thought of Meyna. Oma, how he wanted to go home to Meyna and Rhin and Hadaoh and Mey-mey. But they weren't going to be his kin anymore, were they? It's why they had never married him. They knew this day would come. Someone would kill the Kai, and Ahkio would take her seat. Did they hope he would grant them favors, on that day?\n\n\"We have a duty to Dhai,\" Nasaka said, following his stare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We must get you dressed in something befitting your… title.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's like you,\" Ahkio said. His voice broke. \"You'll watch another Kai perish, just like you watched my mother die. You pull all the strings.\"\n\n\"No,\" Nasaka said. \"I don't watch Kais die. I call tirajistas to save them. I use my sword to defend them. They may die, regardless. But I always act. You're the one who bides his time, waiting for someone else to make his fate. So get up, Ahkio. I don't pull strings. I pull the people attached to them.\"\n\n\"I'll find out who killed her, Nasaka, if I have to burn this whole temple down around me.\"\n\n\"One fire at a time,\" Nasaka said. \"That sanisi upstairs is asking for you.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "2 sentences sentences in Kameron Hurley style, continuing user's bit. Note: May include established elements" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two weeks after his sister's death, Ahkio took the title of Kai. He stood at the center of the great Sanctuary at the heart of Oma's temple, bathed in the crimson light of the double suns streaming through the red face of Oma represented in the domed glass above him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The elder Oras were all in attendance, as well as the temple's full Oras and their assistants, but as Elder Ora Gaiso bathed his hair in his sister's blood, he saw that just half the country's clan leaders sat in attendance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nasaka had told him that before the ceremony, but hearing a thing and seeing it were different experiences. Fear and horror gripped him suddenly, powerfully, and he could not shake it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nasaka had offered him a way out of taking up this burden, and he'd refused it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now he was alone amid a sea of faces who saw an ungifted boy given a sacred title that few, if any, believed him capable of holding for any length of time.\n\nHe glanced over at Nasaka." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her face was, as ever, unreadable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sat at a table with Elaiko and the clan leader of Sorai - Hona Fasa Sorai - her assistant, and another young woman, very fair, in her mid-twenties who Ahkio took to be Hona's daughter.\n\nEight letters to Meyna had gone unanswered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, Ahkio searched for her face among those sitting behind Nasaka at the great yellow adenoak tables. The only kin he saw were distant cousins, twice or three times removed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only Liaro had written him, a letter of sympathy for Kirana's death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He kept it under his pillow where he slept now, in Kirana's large bed behind the Kai study, at the very top of the temple." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nasaka rose from her place at the table and picked up the silver plate which bore his sister's preserved heart. She brought it to the dais, and offered it to Ahkio." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahkio took a sliver of Kirana's heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sent up a prayer to Oma, then, because in all likelihood Oma was close enough to hear him, now: if I'm not the right person for this cowl, you need to show me another path.\n\nHe swallowed the flesh of his sister's heart, and became Kai." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The funerary chefs and kitchen drudges brought in the dishes prepared from his sister's well-salted body – blood sausage and blood pudding, fried liver, sweetly seasoned ribs and delicate finger bones slathered in lemon juice and butter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The meal was complemented with honey wine and blackberry liquor, as well as other delicacies such as roasted fiddleheads, bracken tops, and nasturtiums." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the ceremony was finished, he made polite talk with the clan leaders and Oras. Nasaka stayed at this side, too close for his comfort, and after an hour of too much wine in the too-warm Sanctuary, he evaded her by escaping to the privy at the end of the hall outside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sat there listening to the rush of water running underneath the bank of stone seats and purling down the washing sinks until three novices burst in, eyes bright, voices loud – already a little drunk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio pushed out of the privy and nearly fell into Elaiko.\n\n\"Kai,\" she said, and he winced." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wished he were as drunk as the novices." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's a man here for you,\" Elaiko said. \"Your cousin?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There he is!\"\n\nAhkio knew the voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hurried past Elaiko, toward the great foyer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Liaro waved to him from the bottom of the stairs, a lumpy pack slung over one shoulder.\n\nAhkio held out his arms, and Liaro stepped into his embrace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oma, cousin,\" Ahkio said. \"You don't know how good it is to see you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I came as quickly as I could,\" Liaro said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sina, look at your hair! Is the ascension over?\"\n\n\"I would have liked you here sooner. Where's Meyna?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Liaro cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ah. Meyna. Well, about that-\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What are you doing out here?\" Nasaka asked, pushing her way out of the Sanctuary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahkio sighed. \"Can I have two minutes of peace with my cousin?\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you expecting Lohin to come in this late?\" Liaro said, gesturing back toward the foyer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I passed him and some Garika militia on the way in. Seemed odd they didn't show up sooner.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'invited' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kirana's husband?\" Ahkio asked. \"With… militia? We invited Tir's whole family – Lohin, Yisaoh, just as I invited Meyna and her husbands. No one responded. Are you sure it was him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Could have been some dancing minstrels dressed like militia, I suppose,\" Liaro said, \"but I expect that's even less likely.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How close?\" Nasaka asked. She gripped the end of her willowthorn sword, and the branch snarled itself around her wrist. Ahkio's stomach dropped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He knew what was coming; knew it and still tried to deny it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They're just a few minutes behind me,\" Liaro said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"On the plateau. What? Is that bad?\"\n\n\"Blood and ashes,\" Nasaka swore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh woke in the infirmary, rattled awake by a seething tide of nightmares." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The black spill of light trailing Oma clawed at him, engulfed him. The world was a sea of red rain that strangled the fields and washed away the Temple of Oma, cracking the great dome, showering jagged glass onto novices and Oras, severing limbs and making ribbons of their organs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the smell he noticed first, like burnt black tea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Para's light spilled through the glass ceiling – which he was surprised to see whole, after the dream - blinding him in blue light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Roh?\"\n\nHis brother Chali stood over him, round face scrunched with concern." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where's the sanisi?\" Roh asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He left some time ago. Are you all right? The whole family came to see you. Ora Nasaka sent them away yesterday.\"\n\n\"I need to talk to Ora Dasai.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chali held out a hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh took it. Chali was almost thirty, and acted like he knew everything, but Roh had never seen him look so scared. \"Stay in bed,\" Chali said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I feel fine,\" Roh said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hunger pinched his stomach. He wasn't sure how long he'd been in bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What day is it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That new Kai's day of ascension. You've been out almost two weeks.\"\n\n\"Two weeks? The Kai… is Kai Kirana dead?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" Chali said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've missed a lot. Yes, she passed. Her brother, Kai Ahkio, as taken her title.\"\n\n\"Where's Li?\" Roh said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Was Lilia here? My friend.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was always in the infirmary. He had a memory of her next to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You mean the girl who went with the sanisi?\" Chali asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He took her and not me?\"\n\n\"You should rest.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need to see Ora Dasai. The sanisi should have taken me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You were nearly dead. Rest. Ora Dasai is taking a group of scholars north. He wanted to make sure you were all right before then. I think he feels responsible.\"\n\nRoh clutched at his stomach, searching for a wound that was no longer there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled at the front of his tunic, and realized it wasn't his." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wore a white tunic and trousers, like an invalid, instead of his novice clothes. When he raised up the tunic, he saw no wound, no scar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was hurt, wasn't I?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Someone attacked you,\" Chali said. \"We hoped you could say who it was.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh searched his memory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He remembered pain and surprise; a deep betrayal. \"I don't know,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Chali, Ora Chali, I need to go north with you.\"\n\n\"That's not my decision, Roh.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you're going,\" Roh said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ora Dasai asked you, didn't he?\"\n\n\"If I want to be an Elder Ora, travel abroad would help my case,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"In eighty years –\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Eighty years!\" Roh said. \"I don't care about what happens in eighty years. I care about today.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm going to get Elder Ora Gaiso,\" Chali said, and stood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He left Roh's side before he could say any more.\n\nRoh sat at the edge of the bed, staring at his hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something terrible had happened after Dasai sent him downstairs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why couldn't he remember?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He found a clean set of clothes on the other bed. They were drudge clothes – gray tunic and trousers, and no green apron." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He expected to feel weaker, but his legs held his weight, and he did not tremble." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It must have been a very skilled tirajista who saved him. He dressed carefully, and waited. And waited." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Loud voices came from the hall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He crept to the door, barefoot, and opened it. The corridor outside the infirmary curved before reaching the foyer, so he couldn't see anything from there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he heard the strange sound of hissing weapons; the same sound two infused swords made on meeting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a sound he had never heard outside a practice yard.\n\nRoh recited the Litany of Breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He held the breath of Para close, just beneath his skin, and ran into the corridor, toward the sound of the fighting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He ran headlong into a massive clutch of whirling bodies – red-wrapped militia, green-aproned novices, and full Oras, all coming together in a violent melee. He saw the blue mist of Para's breath suffusing the parajistas he knew, but saw no structures being built; no woven weapons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Using gifted arts against the non-gifted was the gravest of crimes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But as Roh watched blood spattering the temple floor, it seemed like a terrible prohibition.\n\nHe ran into the sprawl to see if he could figure out who they were fighting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he did, he saw the Kai's brother, Ahkio, run past him, back toward the Sanctuary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh knew him from his early days at the temple, when the Kai's brother visited her more often. Ahkio's hair was matted with blood; the ascension ceremony, Chali had said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was someone trying to take the country now, before the Kai came into power?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three militia members sprinted after Ahkio.\n\nRoh did not hesitate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He grabbed the nearest militia woman by the collar of her tunic and yanked her back. He jabbed her twice in the kidneys, just as he'd learned in their defense classes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He took her everpine sword." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hilt curled around his wrist. He ran after the others." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahkio entered the Sanctuary just as the two militia turned to see what had become of their companion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh jumped up and jammed the hilt of his sword into the face of the one closest to him. He felt bone crunch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blood spattered. He swung his blade just as the second man thrust forward. Their blades met." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh rolled smoothly away, ducked behind him, and hacked at the back of his legs. The second man fell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Out of breath, his blood already pounding with adrenaline, Roh pushed into the Sanctuary – and stopped short." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He still held Para beneath his skin. He itched to send an attacker spinning off into the void." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almeysia stood at the center of the Sanctuary, facing Ahkio." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She raised her gaze to Roh's, and he knew.\n\nIt was not a full memory." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was not some arcane knowledge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just instinct. Something terrible passed between them in that moment. It was her fault." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had attacked him in the hall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Closed his eyes, so he could not see.\n\nAlmeysia was a tirajista, but a very sensitive one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It meant she could draw more deeply on Tira than many of her contemporaries, even in decline." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh knew that, but he shook off his sword and channeled Para anyway.\n\nThe floor of the Sanctuary shook." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh spun up a vortex of air as a slithering fanged vine burst from the floor of the temple, cracking through stones and overturning tables." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'winds' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh pressed forward, unfazed, as the vine lashed at him, battering itself against the whirling winds. He ignored Ahkio's defensive stance, and focused more intently on his creation, intensifying the howling winds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had never felt so powerful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fingers of the vine burst apart. The trunk split in two." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another vine surfaced. Then another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The third one nearly broke his concentration. Roh stumbled back. The vine caught him around one leg." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio stepped forward, grabbed Roh's discarded sword—\n\n–and sliced Roh free." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahkio was yelling something at him, but Roh knew the minute he lost his focus, Almeysia would conjure something to eat him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pressed forward across the cracked stones and shattered bits of the tables, the burst vegetal matter and broken thorns.\n\nHe hadn't mastered the ability to hold a shield and deploy an offense at the same time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almeysia hounded him with more and more attacks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He broke a stout rattler tree, and severed woody varga vines, all the time advancing on her position." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almeysia had to work harder for her manifestations, though. As he came forward he saw she was drawn and trembling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sweat soaked her tunic.\n\nHe was younger, fitter, and his star was ascendant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Sanctuary doors burst open behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A blast of air took him off his feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He created a fast bubble of air to cushion his fall, and landed lightly on the other side of the Sanctuary.\n\nAlmeysia took the full force of the attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The great stone lanterns of the gods ringing the altar smashed against the far side of the Sanctuary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almeysia went with them, tossed to the floor like a tangle of seaweed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh let go of Para. The tension that had held him upright left his body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Exhaustion rolled over him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sank to his knees. Started shaking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the other side of the Sanctuary, Nasaka and Ohanni stood with Ahkio." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ohanni was a parajista, and still had a whirling cone of air circling her, churning up dust and debris. Roh could see the misty blue shape of it, sapphire streamers whirling from her fingers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Sanctuary was a ragged mess of twisted, seeping plant flesh and broken tables. Tattered paper lanterns tumbled across the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The tiles of the floor were broken, jagged in places where Almeysia's plants had torn through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oma's breath,\" Ohanni said. \"Did you do this, Roh?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nasaka strode across the Sanctuary to Almeysia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's alive,\" Nasaka said. \"Bring a draught, Ora Ohanni. I want her drugged. And you –\" Nasaka turned to Roh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You stay where you are. You have much to explain.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh stared into his hands. He had never been in a fight before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not a real one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He fell to his knees, trembling. He should be retching, he knew." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand this chapter by adding 4 sentences in the fantasy, LGBT, science fiction fantasy genre. Note that some context may come from earlier parts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What impressed Roh most about the Saiduan port city of Anjoliaa was the color; bright streamers of purple, crimson, verdant green and gold tied to soaring windows and feathered awnings. Saiduans dressed in the same bright colors – billowing robes with wide sleeves, long headscarves and vests with broad collars embroidered in silver. Most men wore long ankle-length tunics and short coats, and many had their dark ears pierced at least half a dozen times. Their hair was long and black, knotted with colored ribbons like Dorinahs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were smaller, paler men dressed in drab colors whose hair was cut short or shaved bald, their faces tattooed in black." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: before, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were slaves, ancestors of Dorinahians imported from Dorinah before the Saiduans retreated eight hundred years before. They were darker than most Dorinahs. Roh even saw some men decked out in the clothing and markings of slaves who looked completely Saiduan. He knew the Saiduan enslaved others, but for some reason it had never occurred to him that they might enslave themselves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anjoliaa was tucked into a wide bowl cut into a craggy plateau jutting out from the spur of the continent. The land looked immensely old, buffeted by strong wind, scoured clean.\n\nRoh felt as if he had come to the end of the world.\n\nKihin stood with him one long moment at the end of the pier when they arrived." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Great blubbery harbor seals with toothy snouts and broad, delicate fins that looked more like plumage, pushed themselves off the iron mooring rings where they lay in the sun, entering the sea with a great splash." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smell of dead fish and offal, and something altogether spicier, stranger, filled the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kihin gazed across the busy pier. He shifted his weight forward, as if he wanted to stand on his toes so he could see over the crowd. \"My parents are here,\" he said.\n\n\"What, do you see them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh asked. Passage across the Sea of Haraeo to Saiduan had taken several days. They had left the Temple of Oma in advance of the Kai's mission to Garika, but Dasai had already told Kihin what was coming.\n\n\"No,\" Kihin said, \"But they're here. Somewhere. Now the Kai has the power to do whatever he wants now.\"\n\n\"He's Kai,\" Roh said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Titles don't confer power,\" Kihin said. \"People do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh was not in the mood to argue. The other scholars disembarked behind them. Big Aramey and soft-eyed Nioni walked together, their heads almost touching as they spoke. Chali had spent much of the trip brushing up on his Saiduan, and carried a book even now down the gangplank." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dasai set the pace with his shuffling walk, moving past Roh and Kihin and calling for them to follow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh was never sure if he should admire Dasai or fear him, but he did pick up his pace.\n\nAt the end of the pier, two black-clad sanisi waited for them. The taller one was a woman, with long frizzy hair knotted back into a braid that touched the middle of her back. She had a dark complexion, but it wasn't like the other Saiduan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A smattering of freckles bruised her face. The other was a lean man with a massive beak of a nose and hair even longer than the woman's. His was wound with a fine string of bells that seemed terribly impractical, for an assassin.\n\nIt wasn't until the man moved toward them, soundlessly, that Roh realized the bells had no clapper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dasai bowed at the waist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a strange thing to see. Dasai was a grizzled, petite man with a face like the gnarled confluence of some ancient tree. Roh found it difficult to watch him show deference – even respectful deference – to anyone. The sanisi made no gesture of deference in kind, not even a nod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh found it very impolite.\n\nInstead, the sanisi exchanged pleasantries with Dasai, which Roh decided were boring. So he pushed his way ahead, and stood next to Chali.\n\nChali gave him a stern look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chali had spent the whole boat ride telling Roh how much he disapproved of Roh's presence among the group.\n\n\"I'm Rohinmey Tadisa Garika,\" he told the sanisi. \"You can call me Roh.\"\n\nThe man exchanged a look with the woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They're Dhai,\" he said, in Saiduan, as if it were an apology." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'woman' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm Ren Wraisau Kilia,\" he said, in very bad Dhai. \"This is Shao Driaa Saarik.\"\n\n\"You're a woman,\" Roh said, \"like that other sanisi.\"\n\n\"Not a woman,\" she said, as if disgusted. \"I'm ataisa.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh,\" Roh said. \"I'm sorry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Saiduan had three sexes – male, female and ataisa." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ataisa were in-between people, those who lived between the seams of things, not quite male and not quite female. There was no equivalent term in Dhai, but it was just as rude to call someone by the wrong pronoun in Saiduan.\n\n\"You must be talking about Taigan,\" Driaa said. \"There are dozens of ataisa among the sanisi, but Taigan is not ataisa and not male, not female. Taigan changes often.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shrugged. \"Taigan is just Taigan.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wraisau said something that sounded like a curse. Then, in Saiduan, \"Taigan is not a sanisi. And he shouldn't be a woman again for a season yet.\"\n\n\"You know he can speak Saiduan?\" Driaa said, in Dhai." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They didn't send these ones along for their looks. Though they are terribly pretty. For cannibals.\"\n\n\"We'd be pretty too if we danced around in circles all day singing to plants and fucking each other,\" Wraisau said.\n\n\"Your most fervent desire, I know,\" Driaa said.\n\n\"One can dream.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh found their wry tongues and loose manner confusing. It wasn't at all like he imagined they'd be from books. \"Aren't you deadly assassins?\" he said.\n\n\"I apologize,\" Dasai said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He leaned forward. Despite his small stature, his mean face and the deep tenor of his voice got their attention. \"No doubt we all have much to say to one another. But perhaps not on this pier? We have traveled many days.\"\n\nWraisau bowed, finally. Roh stood a little straighter. Maybe the Saiduan would be less rude." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course,\" Wraisau said. \"I apologize. Things are difficult. I suggest you all stay close. Foreigners are often kidnapped in Anjoliaa. They do like pretty boys, especially.\" He looked at Roh.\n\n\"Thanks,\" Roh said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: flatland, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sanisi procured them bears and supplies and led the party overland around the base of the big plateau and out onto a dusty flatland. Roh marveled at every moment of it. The sky looked bigger here, vast, like the world went on and on forever. They trekked for two days across the flatland and entered a wide valley cutting through a low rise of smooth-topped mountains." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rice paddies and red grass fields draped the valley and the gentle base of the mountains.\n\nIt took another week to cross the valley, and as they turned north the weather became cooler. The trees were different: tall and many-limbed with big leaves the size of Roh's head, their bark rough and knotted, the color of burnt cream. He had no Dhai name for the trees, because they didn't exist in Dhai." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most of the vegetation was that way the further north they went; familiar, but other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The grass was tall and leathery, brown-gold, or topped in bunches of dark seeds.\n\nWhen they arrived in sight of Kuonrada, it was high autumn in Dhai, but here, the trees had already shed their leaves, frost covered the ground in the morning, and a cold wind came in off a tangle of craggy mountains framing the city. From a great distance, Roh saw a massive glacier wedged into the maw of the mountains above the city from which sprang the cold, clear river their caravan followed.\n\nRoh had expected to see more evidence of fighting as they traveled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wasn't Saiduan under siege?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the landscape was pristine, virtually untouched. They passed a few small villages and towns lined in red stones, but no one came out to greet them or challenge them. Stranger still, the plant life here was somewhat tame. Roh spotted what must have been a herd of walking trees in the far distance, but the roads and undergrowth were clear of snapping, deadly things." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Driaa still burned the area where they slept every night, but the sanisi seemed remarkably unconcerned about being eaten by plants in the middle of the night.\n\n\"Where's the fighting happening?\" Roh asked Wraisau.\n\n\"What?\" Wraisau said, \"Disappointed not to see us gutted and laid out?\"\n\n\"Why would I want that?\" Roh said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Somewhere in your response, you need to say: \"With luck, you can stop this before we move again,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wraisau frowned. Driaa said something to him sharply in Saiduan, too fast for Roh to make out.\n\n\"The fighting is further north,\" Wraisau said. \"They haven't reached us here yet. We just abandoned Caisau to them, and retreated to Kuonrada.\"\n\n\"With luck, you can stop this before we move again,\" Driaa said to Roh, but her tone was bitter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why don't you want us here?\" Roh said. \"We're fighting the same enemy. We should be friends.\"\n\nWraisau grinned, and glanced over at Driaa. \"You must admit,\" he said, \"he grows on you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's dumb talk,\" Driaa said.\n\n\"It's the way we all sounded before the war,\" Wraisau said.\n\n\"I never sounded like an illiterate Dhai,\" Driaa said.\n\n\"I can read,\" Roh said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She means you lack wisdom,\" Wraisau said. \"But to be honest, I could do with some company who has a little more hope than sense these days.\"\n\nKuonrada was a mountain city, a city built for cold weather and defense. It was the first big city Roh had seen since Anjoliaa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The defensive wall reared a good fifty feet above the grassy plain, an impassive face to the dark city." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The gate was also stone, a slab of rock that moved on runners. Big, hairy animals with broad paws and shaggy crown-like manes, their ears and snouts similar to that of dogs, pulled the gate open. When Roh asked Wraisau what they were, he said they were the ubel, a kind of giant bear-dog indigenous to Saiduan.\n\nAs they crossed over the threshold of the stone gate and into Kuonrada, Roh rode up near the front between Nioni and Dasai, just behind the sanisi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ground beneath them was bare stone, worn smooth. The city buildings, too, were of stone, fit with the same precision as those of the defensive wall. Where were the famous living holds of Saiduan?\n\nThe city felt as old as the mountain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Its residents wore much darker colors than those in Anjoliaa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead of sandals they wore boots and heavy coats lined in fur." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their hair was braided back in three long braids, one on either side of the head, another along the top, knotted with dark ribbons. They seemed taller than their southern counterparts, darker-skinned.\n\nPassers-by stopped to stare at them. When Roh looked up, he saw the open wooden shutters of the apartments above." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Veiled children peered out at them.\n\nAs they approached, the great gates of Kuonrada opened.\n\nRoh kept pace with Chali and Dasai through the gates and into the main yard of the keep. At the bottom of a double-stairwell that led up to the main door a tall, thin man stood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was dressed in a black ankle-length tunic stitched in silver, the sleeves wide, the collar high." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wore over it a short coat lined in white fur." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His white hair was wound around his head and pinned close. Behind him stood three young men with shaved heads, dressed in drab gray tunics and short coats. They kept their gazes averted.\n\n\"Ora Dasai,\" the white-haired man said as the riders entered the yard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh dismounted. He and Nioni helped Dasai dismount.\n\n\"It has been some time,\" the white-haired man said. He held out his hands and clasped Dasai's forearms without permission. Roh winced as they did it, though Dasai didn't protest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sanisi had largely kept their distance from them while traveling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But now that they were going to be among so many people who tried to touch him without asking, Roh was suddenly uncomfortable.\n\n\"Keeper Takanaa,\" Dasai said in Saiduan, inclining his head. \"I trust all is well in the house of your Patron?\"\n\n\"As well as can be expected. Come, my assistants will bring your men inside. The Patron asks that you dine with him tonight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course,\" Dasai said.\n\nTakanaa led them into the keep. They kept to narrow corridors. Roh saw several wider ways leading into great stone rooms lit by high, narrow windows and oil lamps." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The climate was too cold for flame flies, he suspected. They went up dark stairs until they reached a corridor of rooms on the other side of the keep, burrowed into the rock.\n\nTakanaa showed them down the long spoke of a corridor. Six rooms faced a central hub, which boasted plush chairs and low tables at its center." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"These are your scholars' quarters,\" Takanaa said, \"and your shared lounge. Does it please you?\"\n\n\"Very much,\" Dasai said.\n\nTakanaa unlocked each of the doors. Roh and Kihin chose a room together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh was disappointed to see two narrow beds inside, and simple stone fireplace with banked coals. Two scuffed trunks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A little bare, isn't it?\" Kihin whispered.\n\n\"Maybe the others are better?\" Roh said. Not even a temple drudge would be expected to sleep in such spare quarters. There wasn't even a window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh searched for something to put onto the fire, and found more coal and a few logs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He discovered candles in the trunks, and lit a few to give them light to unpack by.\n\nAfter Takanaa left, Roh went to look at Dasai's room. Chali stood outside the door, and moved aside as he approached. Dasai's room was much the same as Roh's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Big Aramey came up behind Roh. He was a beefy man in his forties, with a generous grin and broad hands. Unlike the others, he wasn't gifted, but he had been a student of Dasai's for two decades.\n\n\"It seems we'll have to do something worthy to receive better quarters,\" Aramey said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No one of our number,\" Dasai said, \"is naïve enough to think that anything we are given will come without consequence. I urge you all to accept no gifts, and make no oaths or promises. Breaking such things is a grave crime here. If there is a situation you find confusing, please refer whomever is speaking to you to me.\"\n\n\"We heard this four times on the boat,\" Roh said.\n\n\"And you will hear it forty more times if need be,\" Dasai said. \"Accept no gifts, Rohinmey.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh opened his mouth, but closed it again at a look from Chali. Roh had argued with everyone but Aramey the entire trip.\n\n\"Why would anyone put up with this?\" Kihin said, \"When everyone could live better?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nioni laughed. He came in and sat across from Dasai, and folded his slim hands neatly into his lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because they all believe they'll be Patron one day,\" he said. \"Not even a slave believes they will be a slave forever. They dream of the day they enslave others.\"\n\n\"Hush now,\" Dasai said. \"This place is very different. You knew that. Hold your tongues and be respectful. We are Dhai, and we will conduct ourselves as Dhai.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Until they murder us all in our beds,\" Aramey said affably." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few hours after dark, a man dressed in a long purple robe and black short coat appeared at the door of the sitting room. He knocked politely, even though they had left the outer door open. Behind him was a small bald man, dark skinned, but with the features of a Dorinah, whose forehead looked unnaturally flat.\n\nHe invited Dasai to supper with the Patron." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This novice will act as my assistant during supper,\" Dasai said to the Saiduan, waving a gnarled hand in Roh's direction. \"Is this acceptable to your Patron?\"\n\nKo bowed. \"Of course. Sho will escort your scholars to the shared dining hall for their supper with our local scholars.\"\n\nRoh and Dasai followed after Ko through wide-ribbed corridors, some of them lined in mirrors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The halls of Kuonrada bore none of the sinuous lines and circles of Oma's Temple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh walked in a long, closed space made entirely of sharp angles, abruptly ending paths and narrow exits, stairwells to nowhere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The stones were not plastered, leaving the hold with a stark, unfinished look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dasai shuffled slowly beside him, back stooped, face hardened into his usual grimace.\n\nThere were no frescos, no tapestries. The stones making up the halls were nearly as tall as Roh, set with the close seams of the outer walls, and when not covered in mirrors, the stones were carved into scenes of violent, frenzied battles. Roh walked past a carving of a vicious wolf a head taller than him goring the life from an armored body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Beautiful, aren't they?\" Dasai said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Weave this into your narrative: \"Who are all these battles with?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who are all these battles with?\" Roh asked.\n\n\"The Dhai,\" Dasai said, \"and the talamynii, before us.\"\n\nRoh gazed at the carvings again. The brown, green-eyed talamynii, the \"children of the white wolf\", had tamed the wolves of the continent; wolves half again as big as dogs, their more docile counterparts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But even they had not been able to stand up to the Dhai armies, four thousand years before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ko escorted them through a number of passageways, down a hall lined in black-clad sanisi – more than Roh had ever seen – and halted outside a cavernous room without windows. A tall, lean man stood speaking to two other men a pace between the table and the far wall. Two sanisi stood at either end of the table. A massive table of polished dark wood stood at the center of the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were four place settings of crystal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dozen chairs ringing the table were carved in fearsome faces, and padded in deep green velvet.\n\n\"It has been some time,\" the man said.\n\nHe could not have been much past forty. Roh thought maybe he was one of the Patron's sons, sent with apologies for his father's absence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Patron Alaar Masoth Taar,\" Dasai said.\n\n\"Ora Dasai,\" the Patron said.\n\nThe Patron stood a head and shoulders taller than Dasai, slender of waist and shoulder; not thin but knotted, wiry. If the Patron were two decades younger, Roh would have called him beautiful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time had worn the beauty, made it hard and handsome, not pretty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His heavy beard covered terrible scars on the lower half of his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I trust you met with no ill luck,\" the Patron said.\n\n\"None,\" Dasai said, \"though I heard it said we were in good fortune to arrive whole.\"\n\n\"You were.\" The Patron's gaze moved to Roh. \"And you have brought another.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My assistant,\" Ora Dasai said, gesturing for Roh to come closer. \"Rohinmey Tadisa Garika, a novice parajista. Excellent dancer. Competent fighter.\"\n\n\"You have trained with Ora Kimey?\" the Patron asked.\n\nRoh barely remembered the correct tense for addressing a Patron in Saiduanese, and was certain he botched it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why did there have to be so many titles and honorifics and polite ways of speaking?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am the student of one of her students, Ora Ranana. Ora Kimey has retired to Clan Osono,\" Roh said.\n\nThe Patron's gaze lingered, as if he were evaluating a dancing partner, or a sparring opponent, sizing up their skill.\n\n\"Please be seated,\" the Patron said. \"I'm afraid all is not as well prepared as it should be. I have learned I am allowed to relax my manners when speaking with Dhai. Your sense of ceremony is less severe than ours.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh was startled to see one of the sanisi move forward and lay out six loaves of various types of bread in all different shapes and hues. He never imagined sanisi serving a Patron or his guests. They were assassins, not servants.\n\nThe sanisi brought out small bowls of other things – some kind of green slurry that looked like spinach or seaweed, diced fruit coated in cayenne pepper, and twelve kinds of fish dishes; fish heads, fish tails, cubed fish, dried fish, pickled fish." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh couldn't figure out what types of fish they were, but the smell made his stomach turn. He glanced at Dasai, but Dasai said nothing.\n\nRoh waited until the Patron ate. He took a slice of bread and slathered it with the various condiments." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh filled up mainly on bread and the seaweed-spinach mixture and the spicy fruit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To his horror, Dasai partook of each fish dish in turn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh tried not to gag." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew from his classes on Saiduan culture that drinks were served after the meal, not during it, but he hadn't thought about that before eating the spicy fruit. His lips burned and his eyes watered.\n\nThe Patron glanced over at him and laughed.\n\n\"You're an adventurous boy,\" the Patron said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I see why Ora Dasai brought you.\"\n\n\"How much information have your scholars found?\" Dasai asked. Roh noticed he had stopped eating or drinking anything.\n\n\"Little,\" the Patron said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'would' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have a piece from the Book of Miracles that's very similar to your Book of Oma. We found some older historical pieces, but they all dated back just eight hundred years. What we need is far older.\"\n\n\"You realize,\" Dasai said, \"that finding a two thousand year old text telling us how the invaders come through, and how to stop them, is highly unlikely.\"\n\n\"Of course,\" the Patron said. \"But it was unlikely I would become Patron. And unlikely I would ever dine with two Dhai. And see how these things have come about? If there was ever a time for miracles, this is that time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The servants took away the still nearly full trays." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then they brought out the watered wine and liquor. They placed four different types of glasses in front of Roh. One short and round, one tall and slender, one tall and fat, and one goblet with a long stem. Roh waited to see what the Patron did, but thankfully the servants poured them each drinks into what Roh presumed was the correct glass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roh tried the amber liquid in the goblet first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two sips, and it already made his head fuzzy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He saw Dasai watching him closely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If all goes as it has, we should be able to last the winter here before they assault our position,\" the Patron said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll have until then to find some record of how to stop these people. We know it can be done. It's been done before, when the Dorinah insect-witches turned back. They nearly spawned their way across this continent during the same rising that swept us here. It was the Dhai who turned them back that time.\"\n\n\"We're better at dancing than fighting now,\" Roh said, and then covered his mouth. Perhaps he was a little drunk.\n\n\"Yes, let's speak of happier things,\" the Patron said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you a dancer, boy? You dance the three genders?\" the Patron asked.\n\n\"Our five and your three,\" Roh said. \"Yes, I dance them. I was one of Ora Ohanni's best dancing students.\"\n\n\"There are similarities between fighting and dancing,\" the Patron said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My sanisi are trained in both. You cannot fight an opponent without understanding the style he dances. If you understand his dance, you can anticipate him.\"\n\nRoh leaned forward. \"I always told my dancing teacher that,\" Roh said, \"she told me I think too much about fighting.\"\n\nDasai huffed out a laugh. \"There are days I'm uncertain if this boy is truly Dhai,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He certainly does not speak like one.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'those' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have a party of dancers in residence,\" the Patron said. \"There is a particular piece that requires six female roles, and only four of my dancers are comfortable with those steps. They are mostly variations of kanik and morasha forms, with some vonov, which is much more fluid. Difficult to learn, but satisfying.\"\n\n\"Oh, I know those! They're –\" Roh began.\n\n\"I do not want this project to interfere with your work, Ora Dasai,\" the Patron said, speaking over Roh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Three hours in the mornings, perhaps. The performance is the day of Para's Ascendance. After that, she begins her descent from this world once again. We will begin to feel her presence less and less with each passing day.\"\n\n\"I'm certain it will not impact his work,\" Dasai said. \"I only hope he can bring you pleasure.\"\n\nRoh had a difficult time hiding his surprise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After years of saying no, and keeping Roh bound up in boring classes and shuttered away from everything, Dasai was going to let him join other dancers for Para's Day of Ascendance?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wondered if the trip to Saiduan had made Dasai a little mad.\n\nDinner ended several hours later. Roh was nodding off into his dessert liquor when Dasai told him it was time to go. The Patron had talked a long time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roh thought he would regale them with tales of battles and conquests, but mostly he talked about building bridges and roads that halved the time it took to reach remote outposts. Roh found all the talk about taxes and the overseeing of government officials tedious.\n\nThe servant, Ko, reappeared to lead them back to their rooms.\n\n\"May I take your arm, Roh?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dasai asked. \"It is a long walk.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course,\" Roh said. He offered his arm, and Dasai took it. They walked several steps behind Ko.\n\nRoh said, in Dhai, \"Why did you agree to have me spend time with the dancers? You never let me do anything.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Patron does not make requests. He orders.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It all seems so rude,\" Roh said.\n\n\"It's meant to be,\" Dasai said. \"Imposing one's physical presence, one's desires, on another is a demonstration of power. It's meant to remind you that your body belongs to the Patron of Saiduan.\"\n\n\"How can people live like that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One learns.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I couldn't live like that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Couldn't you?\" Dasai said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Work this phrase into your response organically: \"You knew he'd ask me, about dancing. It's why you brought me to dinner. You want me to tell you if I learn anything, don't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am not so sure.\"\n\n\"You knew he'd ask me, about dancing. It's why you brought me to dinner. You want me to tell you if I learn anything, don't you?\" Roh said. \"You want to know what they're saying about us.\"\n\nDasai stared at the back of Ko's head." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'didn't' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We are being kept together like animals,\" he said, \"to ensure we learn only what the Patron has to tell us. Your presence elsewhere gives us a better idea of how things are moving around us. You understand?\"\n\nRoh didn't want to use the word \"spy\" out loud, even the Dhai word, so didn't. \"I understand,\" Roh said.\n\n\"And besides,\" Dasai said, \"if things go badly here, you may need more friends.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you mean? Why would things go badly?\"\n\n\"Sometimes ignorance is a blessing. Revel in your ignorance just a bit longer.\"\n\nRoh stared at Ko's back, and shivered.\n\nWhen they arrived back at their quarters, the others had already finished dinner and gone to bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kihin waited up in their shared room, paging through a book of Saiduan poetry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What was the Patron like?\" Kihin asked.\n\n\"He talked a lot about taxes.\"\n\n\"Sounds like dinner with my family,\" Kihin said.\n\n\"Both of you need to sleep,\" Dasai said, rapping on their door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kihin, I want you to act as escort to Rohinmey in the morning. He will be beginning dancing classes.\"\n\n\"Dancing?\" Kihin said, but Dasai was already walking to his own room.\n\nRoh washed his face and hands in their little sink and went to bed.\n\n\"What were the other scholars like?\" Roh asked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kihin yawned. \"Dull. Very serious. They have an odd scholar, though. Luna. He's one of those ataisa, like Driaa. He's a Dhai, but bound to Saiduan. He's… interesting.\"\n\nThrough the door, Roh heard Nioni's voice. Roh fell asleep to the sound of Dasai and Nioni talking in low voices.\n\nLater, Roh woke to the sound of Chali's raised voice, and before Dasai hushed him, Roh heard him say, \"—death for every one of us if they catch you out at this, Ora Dasai.\"\n\nAfter that, a door slammed, and Roh heard nothing more." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Keep going w/ ten sentences more. Note: Might reference existing chars" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The blood stained tents of Zezili's army were an ugly harbinger for the dajian camp spread below them in the muddy valley." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Massive fences and temporary housing had been allotted to this group for at least a century. Zezili sat at a makeshift table outside her tent, gazing across the valley as the dajians lit their fires and put out their laundry and nattered out prayers to Para on the little green space at the center of the camp. She imagined these little dajians as some monstrous horde of invaders, led by the sneering face of the Kai she had met on the other side; but her imagination failed her. The dajian camp here was enclosed by stout adenoak fences and peppered in guard towers staffed by local enforcers. Technically, these dajians belonged to the Queen herself, and were available for rent to neighboring farms that relied on their labor twice a year for harvest and planting. The rest of the time, they served as parasites and brood stock, ensuring there was always another generation of laborers at the ready. Zezili thought the whole thing was a mess, but she liked cheap food, and dajian labor made that possible.\n\nEvery dajian she killed now reminded her of her country's impending starvation, and destruction. Why had the Empress tasked her with this? Surely she understood the implications?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Monshara approached Zezili in the dawn quiet - Zezili heard the squish of her boots in the turf and huff of her bear first - leading her mount behind her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have a delivery to make,\" Monshara said, patting the leather canister at her hip; the map she'd received from the other side. \"I'll be back in the morning. You'll have clearance from the towers by then to enter the camp?\"\n\nZezili grunted at her and returned to her breakfast. The morning was chilly and her tea was weak. Summer's balmy evenings were well past, and low autumn was upon them. The season also brought fog that sometimes blanketed the world for miles in every direction, so thick it was like breathing soup. The mist below was nothing compared to how it would be later in the month.\n\nMonshara seemed to take the grunt as an affirmative, and moved on past Zezili, toward the rocky, scorched road.\n\nThoughts of fog put Zezili in mind of her childhood, and she remembered that her mother lived not far from this camp, in a little town called Saolina. Her mother, who knew how to make mirrors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zezili dumped out her cold tea.\n\n\"Jasoi!\" she called.\n\nJasoi stood outside her tent, throwing her dagger at a twisted stump littered in knife wounds. She had a good throw, and more often than not, Zezili found herself eating something from the pot that Jasoi had picked off with her dagger earlier in the day.\n\nAt Zezili's call, Jasoi turned. Jasoi yanked at her helm and swore. Her long hair had gotten tangled in it again.\n\n\"Cut it off,\" Zezili said.\n\nJasoi pulled her helm free. It took a hank of reddish hair with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zezili had never seen hair that color on anyone but a Tordinian." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jasoi sheathed her dagger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're just jealous,\" Jasoi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She still ended her sentences with a rising intonation and slushy consonants; a typical Tordinian accent, though she had been in Dorinah for two decades.\n\n\"No, I'm practical. You should have buzzed your head when you got lice.\"\n\n\"It wasn't a problem.\"\n\n\"Eight hours in a chair getting insects picked off my head is a problem,\" Zezili said.\n\n\"What did you want, Syre?\" Jasoi said, tucking the helm under her arm.\n\n\"You have the legion,\" Zezili said. \"I'll be going into Saolina this morning.\"\n\n\"Yes, Syre.\"\n\nZezili kicked awake one of her pages – some rosy-cheeked kid from Daorian – and had Dakar groomed and saddled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some days she suspected Dakar was better groomed than she was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took the main road into Saolina, four hours of riding past sprawling farm holds bursting with children and dajians. The popular refrain in the cities was that the farmsteads produced rice, yams, and the entire country's children. City women tended to have the number required to avoid taxation, but country women often had twice as many. Children were cheaper than dajians, and tended to be a good bit more loyal.\n\nZezili's mother lived in a modest three-story brick house built around a dead bonsa tree that was at least as old as Dorinah. Curtains of weeping moss trailed from the skeletal branches. When Zezili knocked, the house dajian said her mother had gone to the salon. Zezili rode on, down into the central spiral of the city. At the end of the winding road was the Temple to Rhea. The way was lined in artisan and service shops." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She reined in Dakar outside the salon, a nondescript building faced in marble with a painted red awning. She tied up Dakar and pushed inside.\n\nLike most salons, Saolina's was a buzzing hub of activity. Zezili found salons a little beneath her station these days – she had dajians to do her hair – but for most of her life, her mother brought her here twice a week to have her hair trimmed, rolled, curled, and heated. Four women and one man sat in the waiting area drinking tea and gossiping about local politics. The man was conservatively dressed, and seemed to belong to two of the women, sisters, from the cast of their faces. The air smelled of burnt hair, boiled agave, and pomade.\n\nZezili moved past the curtained waiting area and into the long rectangular room where a dozen hairdressers worked nimbly at the shoulders of their clients – twisting, clipping, rolling and burning hair. The lacquered silver mirrors that stretched across both long walls of the room were a familiar design, each infused with the emerald essence of Tira. Zezili walked past the open air stations to the back, where gauzy curtains gave the clientele a bit more privacy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her mother wouldn't have the masses see her with her hair undone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've got a question for you,\" Zezili said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her mother raised her gaze from her own image in the mirror, and squinted at Zezili. Her feet did not quite touch the floor. She scrunched her plump, lined face as if she'd tasted something rotten. \"A year of silence, and you come to me for favors?\" she clucked her tongue, and waved at her hairdresser. The hairdresser was as old as her mother – pushing toward sixty. Zezili had known her since she was a child.\n\n\"We'll need a private room, Haodatia,\" Zezili's mother said, and then, to Zezili, \"won't we?\"\n\nHaodatia ducked her head and went to prepare a room. Zezili's mother sat solidly in the padded seat, half her hair dampened with agave and rolled into tight curls at the front, bound in string, and the back knotted in triangles of paper which had already been heated to set the curls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other half of her hair hung down to the middle of her back, waiting to be rolled and sewn into place with the rest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zezili found the elaborate hairstyles exhausting, but her mother hadn't let her cut her hair until she was fourteen due to concerns about how it would upset their social standing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now Zezili stood before her in a dirty padded tunic, her stringy, tangled hair pulled back into a simple tail, blood and dirt smeared across her boots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the whole town hadn't known who she was, she expected she'd have been booted from the city limits the moment she began down the spiraling road to the temple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You should grow out your hair,\" her mother said, \"you look like a peasant.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zezili chose to ignore that, and her mother's challenging stare. They gazed at one another in the mirror until Haodatia returned.\n\n\"It's ready, mistress,\" Haodatia said.\n\nShe led them to one of the two private rooms at the rear of the salon. The wooden partitions were latticed at the top, letting in air and light, but muffling conversation. Haodatia had lit two additional lamps to give her light to work by.\n\nHaodatia took up another set of paper triangles and began looping the next roll of her mother's hair.\n\n\"I hear you're murdering slaves now,\" her mother said. \"How uplifting.\"\n\n\"How do you destroy a mirror?\" Zezili asked.\n\nHer mother raised her brows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really? You came all this way for that?\"\n\nZezili gestured to the green glowing mirror in front of them. \"You made all of these,\" Zezili said, \"and more besides. I thought I'd come to the expert.\"\n\n\"You're talking about infused mirrors?\"\n\n\"No,\" Zezili said, \"the kind I can bash in with a sword. Yes, mother. Infused mirrors.\"\n\n\"My daughter has a tongue,\" her mother said.\n\n\"She is spirited,\" Haodatia said, \"like her mother.\" She reached for the heated crimping iron set in a bowl of coals on the counter.\n\n\"Once it's been infused,\" her mother said, \"they don't break. That's the beauty of them. They're indestructible. Why do you care? You never took interest in my art.\"\n\n\"I was in the area,\" Zezili said. \"Humor me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have humored you a good deal, girl.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'zezili' precisely 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Before it's infused you could destroy it, right? Same as any other mirror?\"\n\n\"Certainly.\"\n\n\"What if it was really big?\"\n\n\"Big, what does that mean? Be precise, Zezili.\"\n\nZezili wanted to tell her it was as big as the temple of Rhea in Daorian, but suspected her mother wouldn't believe that.\n\n\"Big as a building,\" Zezili said.\n\n\"Ha,\" her mother said. \"A building.\" She scrutinized Zezili's face in the mirror. \"Well, it's fairly easy to destroy such a thing before it's infused, but would likely require help. A fairly skilled parajista could break it, or perhaps you and half your legion hacking away at it.\"\n\n\"But once some parajista or tirajista infuses it, that's it? No one to take it out?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Take it out? Are we targeting mirrors now on our military campaigns?\"\n\n\"It's important,\" Zezili said.\n\n\"Indeed.\" Her mother pursed her mouth, deepening the creases around her lips. She dyed her hair white to match her weathered face, when she came to the salon. Zezili saw long white streaks in it, too bold for natural color. Elder women commanded more respect.\n\n\"Once it's infused, the only one who can break it is the woman who created it,\" her mother said. She lifted a finger, and pointed at the greened mirror. Zezili watched a tiny crack appear on the bottom right of the glass. It spidered up along the edge of frame, ending abruptly halfway up the face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her mother pulled her hand away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's certainly possible another who could channel the same satellite could do it, but it would take longer. A woman's patterns, the way she folds together the metal and power of the satellite, are unique, like a fingerprint or a cornea. It would take another tirajista two or three weeks to unravel this mirror.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zezili stared long at the crack in the glass. She had never wanted talent; channeling the satellites was a rare gift among Dorinahs. Her mother's station would have been far more advanced if she'd been more powerful. As it was, she could do a few tricks, and infused weapons and other items, but Zezili had never seen her shape trees into boats or grow and strip orchards with a glance. For the first time in many years, Zezili thought it might be a useful thing. Breaking the shadow mirror would require someone to open the gate – one of Monshara's omajistas - and a parajista to break the mirror? Or maybe an omajista could make a portal and break the mirror, too? Zezili didn't know enough about how any of it was done yet. And she certainly didn't have those types of people in her social circles. In truth, she didn't have much of a social circle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All she could bring were the bodies to fuel the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least she understood the bodies part." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Zezili said, and turned away.\n\n\"Look at that, Haodatia, she thanks me!\" her mother said.\n\nZezili waited until she was clear of the salon before thrusting her helm back on. Being in town made her suddenly self-conscious of her hair. She hated that.\n\nAs she began to untie Dakar, she saw Haodatia running after.\n\nZezili paused.\n\nHaodatia handed her a folded piece of lavender paper. \"Your mother wanted me to give you this,\" she said, and touched Zezili's sleeve. \"It was good to see you again, Zee.\"\n\nZezili grunted at her and turned away, taking the paper with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She saw Haodatia's tentative smile wither. The hairdresser went back inside.\n\nZezili unfolded the paper and read her mother's neat script:\n\nAnyone making a mirror that large would require a very talented jista. Our best is Isoail Rosalia. She lives above the traveler's house outside Lake Morta, doing special projects for Tulana. Tell her I sent you. She owes me a favor.\n\nZezili crumpled the note and stuffed it into her tunic.\n\nShe'd need to burn it later." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lake Morta. There was no dajian camp anywhere near there." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'mother' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was remote, and this time of year, would already be cold. In another month, snow would start to block up the passes around the country there, and she'd have no way in or out until late spring.\n\nZezili gazed along the clean, neat streets of Saolina. Women stopped under the awnings to chat. Lines of children sat outside the schoolhouse eating hasty lunches of rice and dried fish. Dajians cleaned out the bubbling fountain of amber colored stones in the square while traffic of all sorts – brightly colored carts pulled by bears and dogs, rickshaws, and the occasional ridiculous tirajista-trained organic tricycle – wove their way around the fountain, up and down the blue stones of the street. She loved her country. Loved it fiercely just the way it was, even when it hated her. Her Empress told her murdering dajians would save all of this, but she had heard that before, when her mother said that murdering Zezili's father would solve all of their problems. \"We'll have a fresh start,\" her mother said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can forget he had anything to do with you. You never have to look at his face and see your own. You're only mine now. A real Dorinah.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But even without him working inside the house and around the grounds, even after he was many years dead and burned, she thought of him still, and how his face was so like hers, and how she could see his eyes staring back at her when she looked into a mirror.\n\nThey had not been able to maintain her mother's country estate after that. Her mother had tripped on a stair that should have been mended long before, and broken her arm, and lost her livelihood. A woman with only one good arm wasn't called on as often to make mirrors.\n\nZezili thought about those consequences, about the ripples, and wondered how powerful the ripples she made with the hundreds of deaths she was cutting out across Dorinah. Who would clean the fountains? Mend the stairs? Harvest the food? And how long would it be before they came for mixed-blooded women like Zezili, too? She was not so insulated as the Empress, maybe. She could see it because she had lived in the country her whole life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She knew the economy relied on dajians, and she knew that there were plenty of women in Dorinah who would happily burn her with them, as if she weren't a human being at all." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She thought of the day her mother fell, and how it changed everything. She thought of how that day would look for Dorinah, when it woke up from the genocide of its dajians, and found itself crippled… while a storm of invaders burst through the mirror connecting their worlds to the doubles.\n\nZezili glanced back at the salon. She had hundreds more dajians to kill in the morning, and she needed to come up with a real plan on how to stop the madness of it all without forfeiting her own life." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "11 sentences sentences in Kameron Hurley style, continuing user's bit. Note: May include established elements" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zezili sat at the back of the public house outside Ladiosyn, writing a response to Daolyn's letter about her house finances. Zezili's sister Taodalain had asked for a small loan – they always ended up being gifts, but she still called it a loan – and Daolyn needed Zezili's permission to grant it.\n\nGive her no more than 50 dhorins, she wrote, and hesitated before continuing: I will be at Lake Morta later this month. If she has any other urgent requests, have her send post to me there.\n\nZezili sealed the letter with a bit of noxious gonsa sap and called over one of the lazy pages at another table to run it to the post general. As the girl opened the door to leave, Monshara came in. The girl held the door open for her, and the girl's eyes were big as apples. Ever since Monshara's people opened the portal on the slaughtering field, Zezili's women had all taken a reverent shine to her. Oma was on everyone's minds, now. Zezili heard the talk at every village and town. Seeing that bloody gate open was enough to make even a non-believer zealous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zezili had prayed to Rhea eight times since the gate opened, expecting Oma was close enough that she might even hear Rhea respond." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But no. Things were just the same. Rhea was quiet. Waiting.\n\nZezili ordered another drink. Monshara sat across from her.\n\n\"I'm still not used to the liquor,\" Monshara said. \"Can you get me watered wine?\" she called to the house matron.\n\n\"What do you need?\" Zezili said.\n\n\"Do you play cups?\" Monshara asked, nodding at the stack of three round wooden cups at Zezili's elbow – detritus from her afternoon of imbibing.\n\n\"The card game?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, the gambling game,\" Monshara said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took up the cups and set them upside down on the table in a neat row." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Monshara opened her hand to reveal a small silver coin. On it was the head of some monarch, but not the Empress Zezili knew. Monshara placed the coin under the middle cup.\n\n\"Now tell me where the coin is,\" Monshara said, and began to push the cups about the table in a series of figure eights.\n\n\"You must be very popular at children's parties,\" Zezili said.\n\n\"Humor me, Syre. It's been a long day.\"\n\nZezili idly tracked the cups. She had played games like this often, and knew the trick of it.\n\nWhen Monshara ceased her cup spinning, Zezili pointed to the center cup.\n\nMonshara lifted it. As she did, Zezili lifted the other two cups as well. There was no sign of the coin beneath any of the cups." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zezili dropped her cups. They clattered loudly. \"Shocking,\" she said.\n\n\"It surprises me very little that you have no friends,\" Monshara said, retrieving the overturned cups.\n\n\"I just don't care for games made to part stupid people from their money.\"\n\nMonshara put the cups back on the table, upside down. \"I suspect your choice was right the first time.\" She lifted the center cup again. The silver coin appeared beneath it.\n\nZezili snorted. She took up the coin and examined it. The writing was Dorinah, \"Freedom from tyranny and want,\" was written along the edge. The portrait was of a bold nosed woman with large lips and a noticeable overbite." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her mane of hair was knotted and beribboned in intricate bows." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should naturally weave in this dialogue: \"She was killed fourteen years ago. The country was scoured soon after.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is this your empress?\" Zezili asked.\n\n\"Was,\" Monshara said. \"She was killed fourteen years ago. The country was scoured soon after.\" She gently took the coin from Zezili's hand. Her fingers were warm. \"You used to like–\" she began, and stopped.\n\nGoosebumps rose on Zezili's arms. Hearing about somebody else with her face still chilled her. \"Whoever that person was you knew, she wasn't me,\" Zezili said. \"No more than the empress on that coin is mine.\"\n\n\"I have no illusions,\" Monshara said.\n\nZezili stared at the coin again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How's it possible things are so different there, compared to here? How did you lose to those slaves?\"\n\n\"They were never slaves,\" Monshara said. \"They have always been powerful. We just made different choices over there. Small choices that grew large over time.\" She shrugged. \"I'm not a philosopher.\"\n\nThe bar matron brought over Zezili's three fingers of hard lemon liquor, and Monshara's watered wine.\n\nWhen the woman left, Zezili asked, \"What do you want?\"\n\nMonshara played idly with the coin, flipping it across her knuckles like some cheap backstreet conjurer. \"Can we not sit and drink together?\"\n\n\"Considering your people are about to wipe the world of mine? I see no need for us to be friends.\"\n\n\"My people?\" Monshara grimaced. She pocketed the coin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Tai Mora are not my people.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think you've done a pretty good job of being Tai Mora.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zezili leaned back in her broad-backed chair.\n\n\"I came to you with a warning.\"\n\n\"From your masters?\"\n\n\"From me. I know your mother lives in Saolina. I heard you visited her.\"\n\n\"You heard, did you?\" Zezili expected the woman had a number of little birds in the camp, especially after the business with the gate, but she was as yet uncertain how many.\n\n\"I can suspect what you visited her about.\"\n\n\"Can you?\" She took a long swallow of her drink.\n\n\"I didn't survive the end of my people because I was slow,\" Monshara said. \"No doubt your mother had interesting things to say about how she would build a mirror, maybe even one that could focus Oma's power. I think you should forget all that.\"\n\nZezili forced a laugh." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'people' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Forget? Forget walking into that star-blasted wasteland you call home? If that's what you people will make of this world –\"\n\n\"Not my people,\" Monshara said firmly.\n\n\"They bleed,\" Zezili said.\n\n\"And they kill,\" Monshara said. \"They've killed you once. And I… don't want to witness that again. That's why I'm warning you, instead of stringing you up myself.\"\n\n\"How did you know me?\" Zezili said. \"The other me?\"\n\n\"It doesn't matter. Whatever you're planning, the Kai is eight steps ahead of you. Let's finish these last few camps. Then you can go back to your empress, and I'll go back mine.\"\n\n\"But that's not what's really going to happen, is it?\" Zezili said.\n\nMonshara gulped her wine. \"Truly? No, probably not.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They haven't told you their full plans.\"\n\n\"You thought you'd torture it out of me?\" Monshara laughed. \"I'd like to see you try. They only tell me a piece at a time. I didn't know I'd be working here with you until the day we traveled over.\"\n\n\"But you saw their battle plans. She gave them to you.\"\n\n\"Did she? You really think they'd give over something like that to a woman who could read Dhai?\"\n\n\"You can't read Dhai?\"\n\n\"Of course not.\"\n\n\"What the Kai turned over to me was likely in some cipher,\" Monshara said. \"I can't even say with absolute certainty that it was an invasion plan. It wouldn't be the first time the Kai sent me on a fool's errand, telling me I had something important that turned out to be garbage. It's how she tests loyalty.\"\n\n\"And you passed?\"\n\n\"She put me with you, didn't she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You make it sound like that was a prize.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was…\" Monshara finished her wine. \"It was what it was.\"\n\n\"Who did you deliver that map to?\"\n\n\"You think it's like that, do you? You think we'll have some drinks and I'll betray the Kai? You listen, Zezili –\"\n\n\"You keep using my name like you think I forgot it.\"\n\n\"I'm reminding myself of it,\" Monshara said. \"The woman I knew was much more compassionate than you are. Merciful. And hygienic. You're… something very different.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\n\"Zezili,\" she lowered her voice, \"leave this thing about the mirror alone. If you interfere, I'll report it.\" She pulled the silver coin from her pocket, and placed it on the table. \"This woman on the coin, she was my mother. You understand?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zezili stared at the coin.\n\nMonshara stood. \"You can keep that,\" she said. \"I'll see you in the morning. It's a long way to Janifa from here, so I expect you should turn in soon. Can't go off killing people with a belly full of liquor and no sleep.\"\n\nAfter she left, Zezili reached across the table and picked up the coin. The figure looked nothing like the empress Zezili knew – the bronze-skinned, cant-legged woman with the big yellow eyes and wasp-like waist. The Book of Rhea said that Empress Casanlyn's line had crossed into Dorinah from Rhea's seat, a very long time ago when Rhea's world and their own came together. Her people came bearing great gifts of fertility and abundance to the people of Dorinah. Zezili always thought she was the remnant of some eastern race, but now she wondered if her empress was from another world altogether that had failed to cross over completely during the last rise of Oma. On the other side they had no bronze-skinned god leading their country. Empress Casanlyn's people had never crossed over to that world. Never tried to take over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Never toed a hole in Dorinah big enough to hide in. They had only Monshara's mother, and she had lost.\n\n\"But she is my empress,\" Zezili muttered, and left the coin on the table. She bought another piece of paper from the bar matron, and began writing a letter to Empress Casanlyn.\n\nThe dajian camps in Janifa lay on the other side of the country, on the coast. A week of hard travel brought Zezili's angry, spitting legionnaires to within shouting distance of the eastern sea. Her women were wearying of blood, and she could feel their frustration. They bickered more. Got into bloody fights amongst one another. Brute slaughter was bad for morale. Only the most sadistic took any pleasure from this game. The rest were ready to go home." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: monshara, frequency: 3" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She began to consider rotating out these women with another crew.\n\nThe further east they went, the more hilly the way became. They passed through hills tiered with rice paddies, little dajians working up to their shins in the shallow water. They passed fields of sunflowers whose heads had already been cut off, and spent two days in the coastal town of Jovonyn, where a late summer masque was held. Jasoi danced drunkenly with Monshara all night, and Zezili pretended not to notice Jasoi coming out of Monshara's tent the next day. Zezili found the mardana men of Jovonyn intriguing, and spent a night herself entwined with the young bodies of three boys who could not have been a day over sixteen. What they lacked in experience they made up for in stamina.\n\nThey climbed steep hills, and Monshara asked to stop for a day and explore colorful caverns and the great ruins of the old city that had been razed by the Saiduans a thousand years before. Zezili watched her picking through the remnants of old temples and fountains and other, stranger structures. A good deal of twisted glass littered the streets. Monshara and the four legionnaires Zezili sent with her came back with cuts on their hands and faces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every night they camped, Zezili lay awake in her tent, listening to the squeal and cry and crackle of the camp all around her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She waited for a letter.\n\nFinally, as they camped outside Janifa, the letter came.\n\nZezili broke the royal seal on the purple envelope and read:\n\nDearest Zezili,\n\nI am well aware of our friends' intentions. You will do all they ask, and more.\n\nWith all sincerity,\n\nEmpress Casanlyn Aurnaisa of Dorinah, Eye of Rhea, Rhea's Regent, Lord of the Seven Isles.\n\nZezili burned the letter.\n\nThe next day, she slaughtered six hundred little dajians so sick and starved they could barely raise their hands. The Empress had stopped sending out rations to the camp." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If Zezili did not kill them, they would starve anyway.\n\nZezili spent that night getting drunk at a mardana two miles away. She stumbled back into the bar area after vomiting for the second time to see Jasoi waiting for her at her card table, looking nervous among so many half-clothed young men.\n\n\"What you want?\" Zezili slurred.\n\n\"Syre Zezili,\" Jasoi said, bowing her head stiffly. \"I have news from your house.\"\n\n\"My house?\" Zezili said, and moved away from the table. She took Jasoi to a darker corner of the room where the tables were empty. \"What's happened?\"\n\nJasoi pulled a leather wrap from her coat, unfolded it, and produced a wax-sealed letter. Syre Zezili was written in Daolyn's neat hand, and sealed with Zezili's house seal.\n\n\"Why you rush this?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Zezili asked as she opened the letter.\n\n\"Monshara said to give it to you right away,\" Jasoi said. \"Any news from your house must be urgent, she said.\"\n\nZezili read the letter. Muttered an oath.\n\n\"I must go,\" Zezili said. \"Jasoi, you'll have to take First. Tell Monshara… I had to go. There's an emergency at my house.\"\n\n\"Your house is a week away,\" Jasoi said. \"You aren't leaving the legion to –\"\n\nZezili said, \"Can make it in four days on my own. Have to go.\" Zezili hurried outside into the cool air, trying to will herself to sober up.\n\nAs she mounted her dog, she glanced once more at Daolyn's letter before bunching it up in her fist and stuffing it into her coat:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tanasai Laosina is dead." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Your husband is missing. You must come home immediately." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "AI Prompt: nine sentences sentences. Match character context. fantasy, LGBT, science fiction fantasy genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio stared down at the slight man surrounded by Oras and militia on the council house floor. His wrists and ankles were bound. He lay on his side. Dark fluid oozed from his mouth, his broken nose. His long, dark hair stuck to his sweaty neck. Ghrasia stood between him and Ahkio, hand already on her sword, the hilt wrapped around her wrist.\n\n\"We had him talking,\" Caisa said.\n\n\"Is that so?\" Ahkio asked the man.\n\n\"I can talk,\" the man said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sounded like any other Dhai." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Include the following text] → \"Why are you here, then, have you answered that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No trace of an accent. Of course not.\n\n\"Why are you here, then, have you answered that?\" Ahkio asked.\n\n\"Because this is where the hunting ends,\" the man said. He showed dark, stained teeth.\n\n\"You're right about that,\" Ahkio said. \"We took your messenger. We'll take the rest of you.\"\n\n\"There are more of us than you can imagine.\"\n\n\"And I'll kill you one at a time.\"\n\n\"Bold words, for a pacifist.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Things change.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man chuckled. \"You think you've cornered us, Kai. But it's us who've cornered you. We've softened the way for an army that will overwhelm your harbor come spring, and you're too late to stop it.\"\n\n\"Ghrasia -\" Ahkio said.\n\nBut Ghrasia was already looking around the room - the windows, the door.\n\nCaisa took a step back. Ahkio felt a prickling across his shoulders, but that could just as easily have been the presence of the other Oras in the room, keeping the shadow bound. The room went quiet. The air was heavy.\n\n\"Did you drug him?\" Ahkio asked Caisa. \"They're gifted.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course,\" Caisa said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio's ears popped. \"Get this man out of here,\" Ahkio said. \"The rest of you, out!\"\n\nOhanni and Shanigan grabbed the man. Hauled him out. A wave of air shuddered through the room.\n\nThen all of the others were moving. Ahkio heard a groan of timber above. A creaking of glass.\n\nThe windows of the council house imploded. A spray of glass shot past Ahkio's head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A wall of air buffered his path, but it was not solid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pushed through it, like walking through water. He came out on the other side, stumbled.\n\n\"Ghrasia?\" Figures streamed past him.\n\nHis voice was swallowed in the groan of timber, the cracking of adenoak beams. The floor shook violently.\n\n\"Kai!\" Caisa said. \"The maps!\" She bolted back upstairs.\n\nAhkio ran after her. He got halfway up the stairs before the whole house groaned and heaved sideways." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He fell. Caisa appeared at the top of the crooked stairway, Kirana's maps of the temple under one arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd grabbed four books. She threw them down. Half her face was covered in blood.\n\nThe lanterns in the hall were dimming and flickering as the flame flies moved in frantic circles.\n\nAhkio threw the books out the front door. He had no idea which one's she'd grabbed. He reached for her hand. She stumbled down the steps.\n\nWith three paces left to tread, the ceiling collapsed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahkio looked up, too late." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to cover his head. Dust misted his face. He took a breath, coughed, opened his eyes.\n\nAn arm's length above him, splintered wood hovered in the air. He looked back at Caisa. She lay on her back on the floor, one hand gripping the maps, the other crooked over her head. She had summoned some shield of air to halt the collapse of the ceiling, but Ahkio wasn't sure how long she could hold it. Sweat beaded her brow.\n\nWooden planking, straw insulation, bits of plaster and broken ceramic tile littered the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahkio saw Ohanni and Naori at what remained of the door, calling for them to come forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shadow man lay on his side on the porch, cackling.\n\n\"Ora Ohanni,\" Ahkio said, pointing back at Caisa. \"Can you keep that ceiling up?\"\n\nOhanni held out a hand toward the stair. The air rippled. He choked on it. Air, like soup.\n\nAhkio grabbed Caisa by the ankles. He pulled her out onto the porch. Caisa coughed out the dust and pushed the maps away from the house. He let her go, and she crawled out onto the stone of the clan square." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Watch yourself!\" Ohanni said coldly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There are more outside.\"\n\nThe Tai Mora. Their shadows.\n\nAll dozen of the assassins? More? Ahkio didn't know. They'd come hunting Ahkio, encircling his people here. Eight steps ahead of him.\n\nAhkio caught his breath. The air outside choked him. Too many jistas drawing power." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He heard shouts from the yard, muted and distorted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind him, the ceiling above the stair collapsed as Ohanni dropped her shield of air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound was oddly dulled, distant. Naori stumbled out behind him, coughing.\n\nThe lanterns of the square flickered. Oras stood in the center of the courtyard in a circle, their backs to one another. The militia – including Roana's militia - stood with them.\n\nAnd on the edges of the flickering lights, at the edges of the square, were the shadows. They bore metal weapons, not the glowing infused brands of the milita. It made them far harder to see in the dark. All around the square, violet, blue and green bursts of color bloomed against the night as the militia took up arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahkio looked over at the council house and saw a yawning gulf of black." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked up at the formerly moonslit sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Boiling clouds had rolled over their faces, smothering them in darkness. A heavy wind made the treetops creak, but he could feel none of it in the square in the thick, sticky air.\n\n\"How many are there?\" Ahkio asked.\n\n\"I do not know,\" Ohanni said. \"Ghrasia went to rally the force we have here, but… Ahkio.\" She glanced back at the council house. The council house had utterly collapsed into a splintered mass of shattered glass and broken timber.\n\n\"Ahkio,\" Ohanni said, \"If it's all dozen of them at once, we're lost. They may have… they may be omajistas. We have no defense against omajistas. In the dark, we can't see them. They'll have abilities we don't, and use talent we won't expect.\"\n\nCaisa took hold of the railing and drew herself up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her blade, unlike those of the militia, was bare metal, too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone from the circle of Oras cried out.\n\nThere came the sound of breaking glass.\n\nOne by one, the lanterns in the square shattered.\n\n\"Light,\" Naori said.\n\nGhrasia's voice, from the other end of the meetinghouse, \"Swords out!\" Ghrasia yelled.\n\nAnd there, in the light of the last lantern, in the instant before it shattered, Ahkio saw Ghrasia rushing into the courtyard, at least a dozen Oras and militia behind her.\n\nThe last lantern in the square flickered, and died.Someone screamed.\n\nThe darkness was complete.\n\n\"Stay with these documents,\" Ahkio said to Ohanni and Naori." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Caisa, come with me.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Remember to mention: \"You're from Raona. This is your clan? Can you lead me from memory.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm here,\" she said. Her voice said she was very close, nearly at his elbow.\n\n\"We need to go around the other side of the council house,\" he said. \"You're from Raona. This is your clan? Can you lead me from memory.\"\n\n\"I'll try,\" Caisa said. \"Take my hand.\"\n\nHe took her fingers.\n\n\"Take me to the door of the cellar,\" he said.\n\nShe led him down the short alley that went behind the council house. His footsteps sounded loud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For her part, Caisa stepped as softly as a cat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There are barrels of sel oil under the house,\" he said. \"If the floor didn't collapse, we can ignite what's down there and give the militia some light.\" He wondered, briefly, where Liaro was. He'd been the one to move the barrels here. Ahkio hoped he was tucked safely in some woman's bed.\n\nAhkio groped forward for the cellar door. Opened it. They stepped down. Ahkio ran into something. Caisa hissed. Just a chair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The house above had not collapsed into the cellar.\n\nWhen they reached the far wall Ahkio said, \"Start at the room on the end. We're looking for oil barrels. I'll head down the other side.\"\n\nHe had never liked the dark. It helped if he closed his eyes. He knew these rooms. He had stored things in cellars just like this, worked as a laborer just as Liaro did during long summers in Osono, loading and unloading carts whose owners used the council houses for temporary storage. Ten steps across the first room, six deep. He found the outlines of trunks and crates, a couple sacks of what must have been hasaen tubers. No barrels.\n\nHe felt his way over to the next room, and bumped into something. He gasped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's just me.\" Caisa's voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're in here,\" she said. \"They're heavy.\"\n\nShe led him into the room. The barrels were only knee-high, but as wide around as Ahkio's arms.\n\n\"We need to roll this out,\" Ahkio said. \"Break them open in the stair.\"\n\n\"We could burn down the whole square.\"\n\n\"Better to burn down the square than die in it,\" Ahkio said. \"It's cold and there's no wind. The council house will burn because of the oil. Rolling these outside will take too much time. I can rebuild the council house, but I can't save lives lost. Help me.\"\n\nShe said something that sounded like a curse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tipped over one of the barrels and followed after the noise she made rolling her own barrel across the floor to the stairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As they came to the stairs, Ahkio heard the sound of shouting grow louder. When he looked up in the direction of the sound, he saw sparks flashing as blades met.\n\nAhkio rolled the barrel into place at the bottom of the stair.\n\nHe heard Caisa behind him, rolling her barrel. \"Caisa, set it here.\"\n\nHe felt her settle the barrel against his opposite hip. Ahkio unstopped his barrel. He pushed it over. The oil glugged out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stepped to the other side, fearful of getting his feet in the oil." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had a sudden, terrible image of his body aflame. He took a deep breath.\n\n\"Caisa, you have some scorch pods?\" Ahkio asked. \"I know you smoke. Check your pockets.\"\n\n\"I don't have any.\"\n\nAhkio patted his tunic pockets. The Dorinah book, a pen nib. But there, deep in his trouser pockets, were two scorch pods. In his haste to dress, he had grabbed Liaro's trousers instead of his own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio tore one of the end pages from the Dorinah book and twisted it lengthwise.\n\nHe heard Ohanni yelling.\n\nAhkio smashed the pods touched the end of the twisted paper to them. He blew gently. A tiny flame flickered. Grew. He flinched in the face of it. Burning the council house had seemed like a fine idea until he lit a flame. Ahkio glanced across from him, at Caisa.\n\nBut the figure squatting across from him was not Caisa.\n\nAhkio cried out. The paper fell from his hand and into the oil." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The flickering fire licked at the oil and became a gluttonous flame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Smoke stung his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He remembered his mother shrieking.\n\nAhkio fell back away from the stair. On the other side of the river of oily fire was a wiry, dark haired man. The man grinned. Caisa's height. Caisa's slender build. His eyes glinted gold.\n\nHe spoke with Caisa's voice, \"Kai, what's wrong? Not who you expected?\" He drew his sword. \"Have you not fought an omajista?\"\n\nOhanni screaming, \"Kai!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Light burst up toward the sel oil barrel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fire licked at the wood. Ahkio recoiled from the heat. Smelled burning flesh. He tucked his hands under his arms, terrified.\n\nHe tried to bolt for the stair, but the shadow was over the oily fire in one leap. The man grabbed hold of Ahkio by the collar. Leaned into him. This close, his eyes were like looking into the sun.\n\n\"Your victory was going to be a sloppy one,\" the shadow-man said, still in Caisa's voice. \"A dozen of us dead? What does that matter? There are millions of us, boy. We will swarm this world like sparrows.\"\n\nFire leapt behind them, curled up the length of the beam." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Smoke filled the cellar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio realized he feared the fire more than the man.\n\nThe shadow man lifted Ahkio by the collar. The heat was unbearable. Oil caught the floorboards - the close ceiling, the straw insulation, the old wooden timbers, were perfect tinder. The fire ate, crackled, spit. I'm on fire, Ahkio thought. I'm going to burn up. Just like my mother.\n\nThe column of fire cast a great, long shadow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man's eyes caught the light of the flames, like a mirror." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shadow grunted. Spasmed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio saw the glistening blade of a sword protruding from the man's chest. The sword withdrew.\n\nThe shadow dropped Ahkio and crumpled.\n\nAhkio fell onto the burning floor. His breath came in ragged gasps. He sounded the way his mother had, when he'd hooked her under her arms and hauled her burning body from their blazing house. He panicked, then. His stomach roiled. He grabbed at his hair, terrified that it burned. But he still had his hair. His face. His hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio rolled away from the burning wood and oil. He rolled until he hit the opposite wall of debris. He uncovered his face. The back of his tunic had caught fire. He took either side of the tunic and pressed the fabric together to smother the flames. The flames went out. His breath came easier. Ahkio stared at the charred fabric. Kirana would tell him to get up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Get up, Ahkio. Or all this death and madness is for nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He choked on smoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He saw Caisa ducking away from the shadow man she had skewered, ducking from light to shadow, dancing around flames as the ruined ceiling began to burn, loose bits of straw and char falling like flame flies from the ceiling. The shadow had dropped his sword, and punched at her with a dagger. Caisa's forearms bled.\n\nThe shadow's sword was just three paces from Ahkio, ablaze in a puddle of oil. Ahkio yanked off his tunic and wrapped it around his hand. He plunged forward, into the blazing oil, and snatched out the flaming sword.\n\nAs Caisa ducked and parried the knife, Ahkio held the sword tight in both hands and swung. Not for the man's head or torso, the places the shadow would anticipate and set up gifted defenses – but his legs.\n\nThe man yelled. Turned. Ahkio kicked him over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caisa took up her weapon in both hands and drove it into the man's back, pinning him to the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahkio got as close to the burning wall as he dared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His clothes were smoking. He raised the fiery sword as high as he could and landed a blow to the man's neck.\n\nCaisa pulled her sword free and hacked a second time. Blood sprayed them. The third stroke freed the head from the torso. Ahkio dropped the sword, throwing his flaming tunic with it.\n\n\"Out!\" Ahkio said.\n\nCaisa stumbled over the body. She had one arm clutched to her chest. Ahkio saw more blood there, beneath her arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her face was drawn and gray." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kai,\" she said. \"I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Quiet now,\" he said. \"You did well. Let me help you out.\"\n\nWhen she consented, he took her in his arms. His hands did not tremble.\n\nThey stumbled up the flaming stairs and into the cold, murky air.\n\nCaisa sagged against him. Ahkio felt the heat at his back. He helped Caisa into the courtyard, near the fountain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The fire blossomed up through the house and spread out over the wreckage, an enormous bonfire that licked at the cold sky and sent out a wave of heat and light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Other people lined the square, those living in the houses above their market stalls, those in nearby community houses, some hovering in the shadows, but others…\n\nThe fire lit the square. Ahkio saw a stir of fighters. How many left? Twenty? Bodies lay in the square. Militia and Oras. And Raonas. Civilians.\n\nHe saw forgotten swords. Shattered glass.\n\nHe looked down at Caisa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was covered in blood and soot." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'square' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" she said.\n\n\"You keep saying that.\"\n\n\"He stabbed me going into the alley. Closed the air around me, stabbed. I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Caisa –\"\n\n\"Go on,\" she said. \"Fight them now, or fight them later.\" She handed him her sword.\n\nAhkio took it. He walked into the square, the blazing building behind him. He strode past at least a dozen bodies sprawled across the square like cut red grass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't want to see their faces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fighting had moved to the front of the square where the shadows still lingered.\n\nHe saw Ghrasia fighting a man in a dark cloak, she and two others. There were four Oras behind them.\n\nAhkio stepped into the fight. The shadow still moved fast, even with the chains of air the four Oras wove. Ahkio moved into old sword forms, forms he had not practiced in years, since he refused to take up a weapon with Nasaka. The shadow's weapon curved over his head, then whirled to block a strike from Ghrasia. Ahkio remembered the man in the blazing council house.\n\nAhkio swung for his legs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was not a clean strike. The man twisted around to try and catch Ahkio across the chest, but Ahkio had hamstringed his left leg.\n\nThe shadow faltered.\n\nGhrasia darted forward.\n\nThe man parried.\n\nAhkio swung again.\n\nThe shadow could not hold them both any longer.\n\nGhrasia took him with a solid thrust through the chest. Ahkio cut off his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even as Ahkio kicked the head away from the torso, Ghrasia was already moving, limping toward the last stir of figures." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ahkio followed her. They approached in time to see a swordsman land a blow to the neck of the shadow. The blow was enough to encourage the four militia who fought. They poured in over the fallen shadow, hacking with swords, screaming curses.\n\nAhkio pivoted and surveyed the square. No shadows. Nothing.\n\nHe felt a hand on his arm, and looked down.\n\n\"Kai,\" she said. Ghrasia said. She stood next to him, covered in blood and dark ooze. Her hair was plastered to her forehead.\n\nMore Oras and militia joined them in the square." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How many?\" Ahkio said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'ghrasia' precisely 4 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We've counted six,\" Ghrasia said.\n\n\"Including the one Caisa and I killed?\"\n\n\"Seven,\" Ghrasia said. \"Our strategy for flushing them out worked. A little too well, perhaps.\"\n\n\"How many of us dead? What was the cost, Ghrasia?\"\n\n\"It's too soon to know,\" Ghrasia said, \"but… fifty, maybe more? Most of the Raona militia, and many of my own. And Oras…\"\n\nAhkio stared at the sword in his hand." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand this chapter by adding 4 sentences in the fantasy, LGBT, science fiction fantasy genre. Note that some context may come from earlier parts." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilia swept into Emlee's house, her bleeding hand wrapped in strips of her tattered red tunic. Gian jumped up from the floor and embraced her. Lilia had missed the smell of her hair.\n\n\"You're alive!\" Gian said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taigan pushed in behind Lilia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was much too tall for the low ceiling, and had to duck her head.\n\n\"What happened out there?\" Emlee said.\n\n\"I need to see Larn's priest, the one she gets all those nice things from,\" Lilia said. \"The ones who are new to camp. The ones you keep on the side of camp you won't take me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Emlee and Cora exchanged a look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm going to find them with or without you,\" Lilia said.\n\nCora handed her baby over to Emlee. He fussed.\n\n\"I'll take you,\" Cora said, \"but I don't know what you'd want with him. Him and his priestesses are a secretive bunch. Larn has to –\"\n\n\"I know what Larn does,\" Lilia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Take me to them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cora looked up at Taigan. \"Him too?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Him too.\"\n\nLilia asked one of the orphan packs to guard Taigan's bear. They would make enough of a stir without the bear.\n\nCora led them through deep mud, around dark hovels stained in smoke, to the far edge of the camp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pointed to a large round hovel thatched in everpine and mud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's the place,\" she said.\n\nLilia strode toward the door. Taigan stayed silent.\n\nShe entered unbidden. It was dim inside, but she could see the women's seamed faces, their broad frames and hands. An adenoak staff with a jeweled knob at the end rested near the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All talk ceased as Lilia entered." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Use 'pulled' 2 times in response]" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone pulled back a curtain at the other side of the room. Larn was lit in profile, sitting up thin and disheveled in the bed.\n\nThe man who had pulled back the curtain stared at her with dark eyes in a very Dorinahian face.\n\n\"Who are you?\" the man said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They're gifted,\" Taigan said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dorinah's gifted,\" Lilia said. \"Soon to be my gifted.\"\n\nThe faces of the Empress of Dorinahs Seekers stared out at her. \"What are your names?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilia said. They told her: Voralyn, Amelia, Laralyn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their leader – they called her a Ryyi, was Tulana. Tulana sat on a raised bench on the other side of the room, combing out her hair. Their clothes were tatters, their faces smeared in grime.\n\n\"And you?\" Lilia asked the man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sokai,\" he said.\n\n\"Zezili says hello,\" Lilia said. \"And you're all going to help me. You're going to bind yourself to me, and you're going to come back to Dhai with me.\"\n\nThere was nervous laughter in the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Tulana did not smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilia saw a soft red mist began to suffuse the woman's body.\n\nLilia pushed out her hands and yanked them forward. She bound a skein of Oma's breath around the woman, cutting her off from the satellite.\n\nTulana's face paled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taigan nodded. \"That was very good,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So you have omajistas too,\" Lilia said. She kept the woven breath that held Tulana taut. In the back of her mind, she recited the Saiduan Song of Binding.\n\n\"I am many things,\" Tulana said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dangerous enough for my own Empress to try and kill me, in fact.\"\n\n\"I can promise I won't kill you,\" Lilia said. \"But if you don't go with me, you'll die here. They have omajistas outside, much more powerful than you or me. They're going to burn us out. They'll come looking for you. But I can get you into Dhai. I can get you over the wall.\"\n\n\"No one gets over the wall,\" Tulana said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You could force it, but –\"\n\n\"No,\" Lilia said. \"Listen.\"\n\nAnd she told them her plan.\n\nThey stared at her in stunned silence. Only Gian laughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have grown bold,\" Taigan said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No bolder than a sanisi who pushed me off a cliff,\" Lilia said sharply.\n\nTulana gritted her teeth. \"They will pound us against the wall. They will slaughter us like boars.\"\n\n\"They'll do that anyway,\" Lilia said. \"Yes or no?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You get us through that wall… then yes.\"\n\n\"Taigan, can you bind them to their word? Can you bind them in blood?\"\n\n\"What?\" Tulana said.\n\n\"You can't –\" Voralyn spat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is not –\" Sokai said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilia's voice rose. \"You will bind yourselves in blood, or we're done.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Tulana said.\n\nSo Lilia left them.\n\nTaigan followed after her, said, \"What are you trying to do, raise some kind of army?\"\n\n\"They'll come,\" Lilia said, with conviction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilia went to the meeting house at the center of the camp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took the stage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The whole camp was already abuzz with what had happened at the gates. They had begun to collect in the meeting house.\n\n\"I'm leaving for the Pass,\" Lilia said loudly.\n\n\"You're mad!\" someone yelled back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe so,\" Lilia shouted at him. \"Maybe so! Listen, I'm going. If you stay here, you're dead. I cannot protect you like I did yesterday. You understand? We're going home, or not at all.\"\n\n\"It's not our home!\" someone else said.\n\n\"That's where you're wrong,\" Lilia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's the home of every Dhai. They will open those gates to you as your kin. I swear my life on it. Will you join me, or burn here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She tried to jump off the stage, but her bad leg made it difficult. Taigan offered her hand. Lilia took it. They walked back to Emlee's house. Lilia announced she was leaving." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have known no other home but this,\" Emlee said. \"I will not smash myself against your wall.\"\n\n\"It's different this time,\" Lilia said.\n\n\"Why?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because you have me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are powerful, girl, but you aren't a god.\"\n\n\"We'll see about that,\" Lilia said.\n\nLilia held out her hand to Gian. Gian took it.\n\n\"Are you with me?\" Lilia asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" Gian said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People collected behind them as they made their way to the western gate. Hungry people. Big women and thin old men, and the orphans, some of them almost adults, but most of them young and small and scared. Lilia believed they followed Taigan, not her. But as they gathered, the refugees touched her hands, grabbed at her tattered short coat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had been their midwife and healer all winter. Yet only a tiny thread of less than thirty followed after Lilia, most of them very young, headstrong. Few were as old as Cora, none as old as Taigan.\n\nLilia waited until the dusk came, and she was certain no one else was coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But as Taigan approached the gate to open it, Lilia saw Tulana stepping from the crowd of houses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amelia, Voralyn, and Laralyn behind her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sokai took up the rear of their procession.\n\nLilia glanced over at Taigan. Taigan popped the lock with a simple burst of air.\n\nLilia and Gian went through. The others followed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The western gate was unguarded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most of the legionnaires had withdrawn.\n\nThey walked all night, hungry and cold, stopping to collect hasaen tubers as they went. Lilia had not eaten a full meal in some time, and she was light headed. The stronghold was a two day walk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was glad, then, of the small group." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They would have moved more slowly with the others.\n\nTaigan trotted back up behind Lilia and Gian. They led the column of ragged Dhais and dajians and Seekers.\n\n\"There are more following,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who?\" Lilia asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's smoke to the east,\" he said. \"They've burned the camps. There are surviving Dhais following.\"\n\n\"And legionnaires?\" Lilia asked.\n\n\"Not yet,\" he said, \"But they will come.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They pushed on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Night found them inside the mouth of the Pass. At its widest point, the Pass was nearly a mile wide. Lilia knew it tapered to its narrowest point at Liona, two hundred yards across.\n\nThe trees became shorter, the path steeper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finding a comfortable place to sleep that night was impossible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilia slept from sheer exhaustion, and woke cramped and aching, her body pressed to Gian's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was so cold she didn't think her body could move, let alone stand, but she got up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her body sometimes amazed her. She could keep going, long after she couldn't.\n\nAt midmorning, the first of the later refugees caught up with them. Lilia recognized Pherl, the man with yaws whose nose was still a gaping hole, though some of the flesh had grown back over his missing upper jaw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His sisters were with him, Sazhina and Tal, Tal trailing behind, carrying her child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone else's child clung to her apron strings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their faces were smeared it soot.\n\n\"What happened?\" Lilia asked Sazhina.\n\n\"The legionnaires came,\" Sazhina said. \"Sent fire, first. They came in under the smoke.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilia saw the lights of Liona long after dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't know what time it was. The night was clear and cold. The moons were brilliant. They lit the rugged pass in a garish light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lights of the stronghold glinted from behind the massive wall, a crown of square turrets topped in toothy parapets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The wall itself, even from so far away, was imposing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As they neared, Lilia realized how big the wall was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just one stone was as tall as she was. The beaten dirt road they traveled upon broke itself against a small gateway just tall enough for someone Lilia's height to enter. It was not a wall meant to be breached. It was not a wall for idle travelers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The steps of the refugees slowed as they approached the wall. Lilia stilled a dozen yards from it and gazed up. The height was staggering. Three hundred feet tall, easily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could just make out dark figures patrolling the top." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her resolve trembled.\n\n\"Tears of the goddess,\" Gian said. \"You don't mean to get us through that?\"\n\n\"At dawn,\" Taigan said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lilia looked behind her. There were more ragged figures trailing after them in the moons' light, far more than had begun the journey. And there would be legionnaires behind them. Soon.\n\n\"Where are the Seekers?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilia said. \"We have to do this now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tal sent the child at her apron to look for the Seekers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl brought back Tulana and Sokai and the others.\n\n\"Are you ready, dajian?\" Tulana asked.\n\nLilia nodded to Taigan.\n\n\"Take off your coats,\" Taigan said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilia watched the Seekers line up with their naked backs to Lilia and Taigan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Voralyn was cursing. Tulana's face was unreadable. Amelia cried. For a moment, just a moment, Lilia felt sorry for them.\n\nTaigan saw Lilia watching them, said softly, \"Would you like to cut?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Lilia said. \"What's the mark I put in?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your name,\" Taigan said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My name,\" Lilia said. \"Of course. Like the boy with the stone.\"\n\nLilia used Taigan's dagger to cut three neat Dhai characters into each of them, between their shoulder blades.\n\nTaigan said to Tulana, \"Do you swear to remain loyal to Lilia Sona of Dhai, to aid her in every way, to keep all oaths and promises, to not deal falsely with her or her kin, or to play her false at pain of a death at your own hand?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The knife bit into her flesh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tulana sucked in a breath. \"I swear,\" she hissed.\n\nThe others swore and were cut. The air around them was heavy, electric." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilia could not tell if any of them were working against Taigan, trying to unbind the flesh and blood he manipulated to bind their bodies to their words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If they did, Taigan said nothing of it, and Lilia saw no red mist massing around Tulana. Lilia watched the way Taigan braided the red mist so she could replicate the ward in the future. It was an intricate thing, like a piece of prose poetry set to music.\n\nWhen Taigan finished cutting, Gian cleaned their wounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lilia sat awake with Taigan on a mass of rough cut stones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They gazed up the height of the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taigan passed her a pipe of sen leaves." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'afraid' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took a few puffs, choked on the smoke, handed it back.\n\n\"You're a brave bird,\" Taigan said.\n\n\"No,\" Lilia said. \"Brave people are afraid. I'm not afraid anymore.\"\n\nThey sat in silence for a long time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finally, Lilia asked, \"Why did you come back for me? You left me to die, Taigan.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wanted your opinion on the Battle at Roasandara, the one fought two thousand years ago,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laughter bubbled up. Lilia choked on it. She laughed so hard she doubled over. Tears streamed down her face.\n\nTaigan said, \"Should I pound your back? Are you dying?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her serious tone made Lilia laugh harder. She remembered being broken at the bottom of the ravine, the karoi pecking her apart, piece by piece. She thought of the dead child severed by the gate, the burning legionnaires, the burst mirror, and how she had killed her own mother.\n\n\"If you wanted my opinion on a battle,\" she said, \"you should have turned around sooner.\"\n\n\"No,\" Taigan said. \"I came back for you at just the right time.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's continue the story. I'll provide context, you add one sentence in Gene Wolfe's style. Treat any character mentions as having established backstory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was already time for me to carry their meals to the journeymen on duty in the oubliette." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Drotte was in charge of the first level, and I brought his last because I wanted to talk to him before I went up again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The truth was that my head was still swimming with thoughts engendered by my visit to the archivist, and I wanted to tell him about them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was nowhere to be seen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I put his tray and the four books on his table and shouted for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A moment later I heard his answering call from a cell not far off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I ran there and looked through the grilled window set at eye level in the door; the client, a wasted-looking woman of middle age, was stretched on her cot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Drotte leaned over her, and there was blood on the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was too occupied to turn his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that you, Severian?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes. I've got your supper, and books for the Chatelaine Thecla. Can I do anything to help?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She'll be all right. Tore her dressings off and tried to bleed herself to death, but I got to her in time. Leave my tray on my table, will you? And you might finish shoving their food at the rest for me, if you've got a moment.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I hesitated. Apprentices were not supposed to deal with those committed to the guild's care." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go ahead. All you have to do is poke the trays through the slots.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I brought the books.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Poke those through the slot too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment more I watched him as he bent over the livid woman on the cot; then I turned away, found the undistributed trays, and began to do as he had asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most of the clients in the cells were still strong enough to rise and take the food as I passed it through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few were not, and I left their trays outside their doors for Drotte to carry in later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were several aristocratic-looking women, but none who seemed likely to be the Chatelaine Thecla, a newly-come exultant who was—at least for the time being—to be treated with deference." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As I should have guessed, she was in the last cell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had been furnished with a carpet in addition to the usual bed, chair, and small table; in place of the customary rags she wore a white gown with wide sleeves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ends of those sleeves and the hem of the skirt were sadly soiled now, but the gown still preserved an air of elegance as foreign to me as it was to the cell itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I first saw her, she was embroidering by the light of a candle brightened by a silver reflector; but she must have felt my eyes upon her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It would gratify me now to say there was no fear in her face, yet it would not be true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was terror there, though controlled nearly to invisibility." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's all right,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've brought your food.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She nodded and thanked me, then rose and came to the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was taller even than I had expected, nearly too tall to stand upright in the cell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her face, though it was triangular rather than heart-shaped, reminded me of the woman who had been with Vodalus in the necropolis." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Perhaps it was her great violet eyes, with their lids shaded with blue, and the black hair that, forming a V far down her forehead, suggested the hood of a cloak." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever the reason, I loved her at once—loved her, at least, insofar as a stupid boy can love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But being only a stupid boy, I did not know it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her white hand, cold, slightly damp, and impossibly narrow, touched mine as she took the tray from me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's ordinary food,\" I told her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think you can get some that's better if you ask.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're not wearing a mask,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yours is the first human face I've seen here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm only an apprentice. I won't be masked until next year.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She smiled, and I felt as I had when I had been in the Atrium of Time and had come inside to a warm room and food." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had narrow, very white teeth in a wide mouth; her eyes, each as deep as the cistern beneath the Bell Keep, shone when she smiled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't hear you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smile came again and she tilted her lovely head to one side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I told you how happy I was to see your face, and asked if you would bring my meals in the future, and what this was you brought me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. No, I won't be. Only today, because Drotte is occupied.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I tried to recall what her meal had been (she had put the tray on her little table, where I could not see its contents through the grill)." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could not, though I nearly burst my brain with the effort." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At last I said lamely, \"You'd probably better eat it. But I think you can get better food if you ask Drotte.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why, I intend to eat it. People have always complimented me on my slender figure, but believe me, I eat like a dire wolf.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She picked up the tray and held it out to me, as though she knew I would need every help in unraveling the mystery of its contents." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Those are leeks, Chatelaine,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Those green things. The brown ones are lentils. And that's bread.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"'Chatelaine'? You needn't be so formal. You're my jailer, and can call me anything you choose.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was merriment in the deep eyes now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have no wish to insult you,\" I told her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Would you rather I called you something else?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Call me Thecla—that's my name. Titles are for formal occasions, names for informal ones, and this is that or nothing. I suppose it will be very formal though, when I receive my punishment?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is, usually, for exultants.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There will be an exarch, I should think, if you will let him in. All in scarlet patches. Several others too—perhaps the Starost Egino. Are you certain this is bread?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She poked it with one long finger, so white I thought for a moment that the bread might soil it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" I said. \"The Chatelaine has eaten bread before, surely?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not like this.\" She picked the meager slice up and tore it with her teeth, quickly and cleanly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It isn't bad, though. You say they'll bring me better food if I ask for it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think so, Chatelaine.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thecla. I asked for books—two days ago when I came. But I haven't got them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have them,\" I told her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Right here.\" I ran back to Drotte's table and got them, and passed the smallest through the slot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, wonderful! Are there others?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Three more.\" The brown book went through the slot as well, but the other two, the green book and the folio volume with arms on its cover, were too wide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Drotte will open your door later and give them to you,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can't you? It's terrible to look through this and see them, and not be able to touch them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not even supposed to feed you. Drotte should do it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you did. Besides, you brought them. Weren't you supposed to give them to me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could argue only weakly, knowing she was right in principle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rule against apprentices working in the oubliette was intended to prevent escapes; and I knew that tall though she was, this slender woman could never overpower me, and that should she do so she would have no chance of making her way out without being challenged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I went to the door of the cell where Drotte still labored over the client who had tried to take her own life, and returned with his keys." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Standing before her, with her own cell door closed and locked behind me, I found myself unable to speak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I put the books on her table beside the candlestand and her food pan and carafe of water; there was hardly room for them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When it was done I stood waiting, knowing I should leave and yet unable to go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Won't you sit down?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If this were my suite in the House Absolute, I could offer you better comfort. Unfortunately, you never called while I was there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shook my head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here I have no refreshment to offer you but this. Do you like lentils?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I won't eat that, Chatelaine. I'll have my own supper soon, and there's hardly enough for you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"True.\" She picked up a leek, and then as if she did not know what else to do with it dropped it down her throat like a mountebank swallowing a viper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What will you have?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, the torturers get mutton—that's the difference. What's your name, Master Torturer?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Severian. It won't help, Chatelaine. It won't make any difference.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled. \"What won't?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Making friends with me. I couldn't give you your freedom. And I wouldn't—not if I had no friend but you in all the world.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't think you could, Severian.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then why do you bother to talk to me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sighed, and all the gladness went out of her face, as the sunlight leaves the stone where a beggar seeks to warm himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who else have I to talk to, Severian? It may be that I will talk to you for a time, for a few days or a few weeks, and die. I know what you're thinking—that if I were back in my suite I would never spare a glance for you. But you're wrong. One can't talk to everyone because there are so many everyones, but the day before I was taken I talked for some time with the man who held my mount. I spoke to him because I had to wait, you see, and then he said something that interested me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You won't see me again. Drotte will bring your food.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And not you? Ask him if he will let you do it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took my hands in hers, and they were like ice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll try,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do. Do try. Tell him I want better meals than this, and you to serve me—wait, I'll ask him myself. To whom does he answer?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Master Gurloes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll tell the other—is it Drotte?—that I want to speak to him. You're right, they'll have to do it. The Autarch might release me—they don't know.\" Her eyes flashed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll tell Drotte you want to see him when he's not busy,\" I said, and stood up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait. Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know why you're here,\" I said as I swung back the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To be tortured, eventually, like the others.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a cruel thing to say, and I said it without reflection as young men do, only because it was what was in my mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yet it was true, and I was glad in some way, as I turned the key in the lock, that I had said it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We had had exultants for clients often before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most, when they arrived, had some understanding of their situation, as the Chatelaine Thecla did now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But when a few days had passed and they were not put to torment, their hope cast down their reason and they began to talk of release—how friends and family would maneuver to gain their freedom, and of what they would do when they were free." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One would withdraw to his estates and trouble the Autarch's court no more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another would volunteer to lead a muster of lansquenets in the north." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then the journeymen on duty in the oubliette would hear tales of hunting dogs and remote heaths, and country games, unknown elsewhere, played beneath immemorial trees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The women were more realistic for the most part, but even they in time spoke of highly placed lovers (cast aside now for months or years) who would never abandon them, and then of bearing children or adopting waifs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One knew when these never-to-be-born children were given names that clothing would not be far behind: a new wardrobe on their release, the old clothes to be burned; they talked of colors, of inventing new fashions and reviving old ones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At last the time would come, to men and women alike, when instead of a journeyman with food, Master Gurloes would appear trailing three or four journeymen and perhaps an examiner and a fulgurator." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wanted to preserve the Chatelaine Thecla from such hopes if I could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I hung Drotte's keys on their accustomed nail in the wall, and when I passed the cell in which he was now swabbing blood from the floor told him that the chatelaine desired to speak with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the next day, I was summoned to Master Gurloes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had expected to stand, as we apprentices usually did, with hands behind back before his table; but he told me to sit, and removing his gold-traced mask, leaned toward me in a way that implied a common cause and friendly footing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A week ago, or a little less, I sent you to the archivist,\" he said. I nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When you brought the books, I take it you delivered them to the client yourself. Is that right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I explained what had happened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing wrong there. I don't want you to think I'm going to order extra fatigues for what you did, much less have you bent over a chair. You're nearly a journeyman yourself already—when I was your age, they had me cranking the alternator. The thing is, you see, Severian, the client is highly placed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His voice sank to a rough whisper. \"Quite highly connected.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I said that I understood that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not just an armiger family. High blood.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned, and after searching the disorderly shelves behind his chair produced a squat book." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'extinguished' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have you any notion how many exulted families there are? This lists only the ones that are still going. A compendium of the extinguished ones would take an encyclopedia, I suppose. I've extinguished a few of them myself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He laughed and I laughed with him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It gives about half a page to each. There are seven hundred and forty-six pages.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nodded to show I understood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Most of them have nobody at court—can't afford it, or are afraid of it. Those are the small ones. The greater families must: the Autarch wants a concubine he can lay hands on if they start misbehaving. Now the Autarch can't play quadrille with five hundred women. There are maybe twenty. The rest talk to each other, and dance, and don't see him closer than a chain off once in a month.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I asked (trying to hold my voice steady) if the Autarch actually bedded these concubines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Master Gurloes rolled his eyes and pulled at his jaw with one huge hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well now, for decency's sake they have these khaibits, what they call the shadow women, that are common girls that look like the chatelaines. I don't know where they get them, but they're supposed to stand in place of the others. Of course they're not so tall.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He chuckled. \"I said stand in place, but when they're laying down the tallness probably doesn't make much difference. They do say, though, that oftentimes it works the other way than it's supposed to. Instead of those shadow girls doing duty for their mistresses, the mistresses do it for them. But the present Autarch, whose every deed, I may say, is sweeter than honey in the mouths of this honorable guild and don't you forget it—in his case, I may say, from what I understand it is more than somewhat doubtful if he has the pleasure of any of them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Relief flooded my heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I never knew that. It's very interesting, Master.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Master Gurloes inclined his head to acknowledge that it was indeed, and laced his fingers over his belly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Someday you may have the ordering of the guild yourself. You'll need to know these things. When I was your age—or a trifle younger, I suppose—I used to fancy I was of exulted blood. Some have been, you know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It struck me, and not for the first time, that Master Gurloes and Master Palaemon too must have known whence all the apprentices and younger journeymen had come, having approved their admissions originally." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Whether I am or no, I cannot say. I have the physique of a rider, I think, and I am somewhat over the average in height despite a hard boyhood. For it was harder, much harder, forty years ago, I'll tell you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So I have been told, Master.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sighed, the kind of wheezing noise a leather pillow sometimes makes when one sits on it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But with the passage of time I have come to understand that the Increate, in choosing for me a career in our guild, was acting for my benefit. Doubtless I had acquired merit in a previous life, as I hope I have in this one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Master Gurloes fell silent, looking (it seemed to me) at the jumble of papers on his table, the instructions of jurists and the dossiers of clients." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At last, when I was about to ask if he had anything further to tell me, he said, \"In all my years, I have never known of a member of the guild put to torment. Of them, several hundred, I suppose.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I ventured the commonplace saying that it was better to be a toad hidden under a stone than a butterfly crushed beneath it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We of the guild are more than toads, I think. But I should have added that though I have seen five hundred or more exultants in our cells, I have never, until now, had charge of a member of that inner circle of concubines closest to the Autarch.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Chatelaine Thecla belonged to it? You implied that a moment ago, Master.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He nodded gloomily. \"It wouldn't be so bad if she were to be put to torment at once, but that isn't to be. It may be years. It may be never.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You believe she may be released, Master?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's a pawn in the Autarch's game with Vodalus—even I know that much. Her sister, the Chatelaine Thea, has fled the House Absolute to become his leman. They will bargain with Thecla for a time at least, and while they do, we must give her good fare. Yet not too good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I see,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was acutely uncomfortable not knowing what the Chatelaine Thecla had told Drotte, and what Drotte had told Master Gurloes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's asked for better food, and I've made arrangements to supply it. She's asked for company as well, and when we told her visitors would not be permitted, she urged that one of us, at least, should keep her company sometimes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Master Gurloes paused to wipe his shining face with the edge of his cloak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I said, \"I understand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was fairly certain that I indeed understood what was to come next." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'because' must be used 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because she had seen your face, she asked for you. I told her you'll sit with her while she eats. I don't ask your agreement—not only because you're subject to my instructions, but because I know you're loyal. What I do ask is that you be careful not to displease her, and not to please her too much.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will do my best.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was surprised to hear my own steady voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Master Gurloes smiled as if I had eased him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've a good head, Severian, though it's a young one yet. Have you been with a woman?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When we apprentices talked, it was the custom to invent fables on this topic, but I was not among apprentices now, and I shook my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've never been to the witches? That may be for the best. They supplied my own instruction in the warm commerce, but I'm not sure I'd send them another such as I was. It's likely, though, that the Chatelaine wants her bed warmed. You're not to do it for her. Her pregnancy would be no ordinary one—it might force a delay in her torment and bring disgrace on the guild. You follow me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Boys your age are troubled. I'll have somebody take you where such ills are speedily cured.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As you wish, Master.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What? You don't thank me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you, Master,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gurloes was one of the most complex men I have known, because he was a complex man trying to be simple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not a simple, but a complex man's idea of simplicity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just as a courtier forms himself into something brilliant and involved, midway between a dancing master and a diplomacist, with a touch of assassin if needed, so Master Gurloes had shaped himself to be the dull creature a pursuivant or bailiff expected to see when he summoned the head of our guild, and that is the only thing a real torturer cannot be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The strain showed; though every part of Gurloes was as it should have been, none of the parts fit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He drank heavily and suffered from nightmares, but he had the nightmares when he had been drinking, as if the wine, instead of bolting the doors of his mind, threw them open and left him staggering about in the last hours of the night, trying to catch a glimpse of a sun that had not yet appeared, a sun that would banish the phantoms from his big cabin and permit him to dress and send the journeymen to their business." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sometimes he went to the top of our tower, above the guns, and waited there talking to himself, peering through glass said to be harder than flint for the first beams." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was the only one in our guild—Master Palaemon not excepted—who was unafraid of the energies there and the unseen mouths that spoke sometimes to human beings and sometimes to other mouths in other towers and keeps." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He loved music, but he thumped the arm of his chair to it and tapped his foot, and did so most vigorously to the kind he liked best, whose rhythms were too subtle for any regular cadence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He ate too much and too seldom, read when he thought no one knew of it, and visited certain of our clients, including one on the third level, to talk of things none of us eavesdropping in the corridor outside could understand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes were refulgent, brighter than any woman's." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He mispronounced quite common words: urticate, salpinx, bordereau. I cannot well tell you how bad he looked when I returned to the Citadel recently, how bad he looks now." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Writing continuation: 11 sentences sentences, maintaining established elements. Focus on: dystopia, post-apocalyptic, The Book of the New Sun, fantasy elements, flowery prose, torturer" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next day my head ached and I was ill. But as I was (by a long-standing tradition) spared from the cleaning of the Grand Court and the chapel, where most of the brothers were, I was needed in the oubliette. For a few moments at least the morning calm of the corridors soothed me. Then the apprentices came clattering down (the boy Eata, not quite so small now, with a puffed lip and the gleam of triumph in his eye), bringing the clients' breakfast—cold meats mostly, salvage from the ruins of the banquet. I had to explain to several clients that this was the only day of the year on which they would get meat, and went along assuring one after another that there would be no excruciations—the feast day itself and the day after are exempt, and even when a sentence demands torment on those days, it is postponed. The Chatelaine Thecla was still asleep. I did not wake her, but unlocked her cell and carried her food in and put it on her table.\n\nAbout midmorning I again heard the echoes of footsteps. Coming to the landing, I saw two cataphracts, an anagnost reading prayers, Master Gurloes, and a young woman. Master Gurloes asked if I had an empty cell, and I began to describe those that were vacant.\n\n\"Then take this prisoner. I have already signed for her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nodded and grasped the woman by the arm; the cataphracts released her and turned away like silver automata.\n\nThe elaboration of her sateen costume (somewhat dirty and torn now) showed that she was an optimate. An armigette would have worn finer stuffs in simpler lines, and no one from the poorer classes could have dressed so well. The anagnost tried to follow us down the corridor, but Master Gurloes prevented him. I heard the soldiers' steel-shod feet on the steps.\n\n\"When am I . . . ?\" It had a rising, somehow terrorized inflection. \"To be taken to the examination room?\"\n\nShe clung to my arm now as though I were her father or her lover. \"Will I be?\"\n\n\"Yes, Madame.\"\n\n\"How do you know?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All who are brought here are, Madame.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"I was affianced to an officer, and I found he was maintaining a jade. When he wouldn't give her up, I paid bravos to fire her thatch. She lost a featherbed, a few sticks of furniture, and some clothes. Is that a crime for which I should be tortured?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Always? Isn't anybody ever released?\"\n\n\"Occasionally.\"\n\n\"Then I might be too, mightn't I?\" The hope in her voice now made me think of a flower growing in shadow.\n\n\"It's possible, but it's very unlikely.\"\n\n\"Don't you want to know what I've done?\"\n\n\"No,\" I said. As it happened, the cell next to Thecla's was vacant; for a moment I wondered if I should put this woman there. She would be company (the two could speak through the slots in their doors), but her questions and the opening and closing of the cell might wake Thecla now. I decided to do it—the companionship, I felt, would more than compensate for a little lost sleep.\n\n\"I was affianced to an officer, and I found he was maintaining a jade. When he wouldn't give her up, I paid bravos to fire her thatch. She lost a featherbed, a few sticks of furniture, and some clothes. Is that a crime for which I should be tortured?\"\n\n\"I don't know, Madame.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My name is Marcellina. What is yours?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I turned the key to her cell while I debated answering her." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'severian' (3x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thecla, whom I could hear stirring now, would doubtless tell her in any event. \"Severian,\" I said.\n\n\"And you get your bread by breaking bones. It must give you good dreams by night.\"\n\nThecla's eyes, widely spaced and as deep as wells, were at the slot in her door.\n\n\"Who is that with you, Severian?\"\n\n\"A new prisoner, Chatelaine.\"\n\n\"A woman? I know she is—I heard her voice. From the House Absolute?\"\n\n\"No, Chatelaine.\" Not knowing how long it might be before the two would be able to see each other again, I made Marcellina stand before Thecla's door.\n\n\"Another woman. Isn't that unusual? How many do you have, Severian?\"\n\n\"Eight on this level now, Chatelaine.\"\n\n\"I would think you would often have more than that.\"\n\n\"We rarely have more than four, Chatelaine.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marcellina asked, \"How long will I have to stay here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not long. Few stay here long, Madame.\"\n\nWith an unhealthy seriousness, Thecla said, \"I am about to be released, you understand. He knows.\"\n\nOur guild's new client looked at what could be seen of her with increased interest. \"Are you really about to be set free, Chatelaine?\"\n\n\"He knows. He's mailed letters for me—haven't you, Severian? And he's been saying goodbye for these last few days. He's really rather a sweet boy in his way.\"\n\nI said, \"You must go in now, Madame. You may continue to talk, if you like.\" I was relieved after I had served the clients their suppers. Drotte met me on the stair and suggested I go to bed.\n\n\"It's the mask,\" I told him. \"You're not used to seeing me with it on.\"\n\n\"I can see your eyes, and that's all I need to see. Can't you recognize all the brothers by their eyes, and tell whether they're angry, or in the mood for a joke? You ought to go to bed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I told him I had something to do first, and went to Master Gurloes's study." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was absent, as I had hoped he would be, and among the papers on his table I found what I had, in some fashion I cannot explain, known would be there: an order for Thecla's excruciation.\n\nI could not sleep after that. Instead I went (for the last time, though I did not know it) to the tomb in which I had played as a boy. The funeral bronze of the old exultant was dull for lack of rubbing, and a few more leaves had drifted through the half-open door; otherwise it was unchanged. I had once told Thecla of the place, and now I imagined her with me. She had escaped by my aid, and I promised her that no one would find her here, and that I would bring her food, and when the hunt had cooled I would help her secure passage on a merchant dhow, by which she could make her way unnoticed down the winding coils of Gyoll to the delta and the sea.\n\nWere I such a hero as we had read of together in old romances, I would have released her that very evening, overpowering or drugging the brothers on watch. I was not, and I possessed no drugs and no weapon more formidable than a knife taken from the kitchen.\n\nAnd if the truth is to be known, between my inmost being and the desperate attempt there stood the words I had heard that morning—the morning after my elevation. The Chatelaine Thecla had said I was \"rather a sweet boy,\" and some already mature part of me knew that even if I succeeded against all odds, I would still be rather a sweet boy. At the time I thought it mattered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next morning Master Gurloes ordered me to assist him in performing the excruciation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roche came with us.\n\nI unlocked her cell. She did not understand at first why we had come, and asked me if she had a visitor, or if she were to be discharged. By the time we reached our destination she knew. Many men faint, but she did not. Courteously, Master Gurloes asked if she would like an explanation of the various mechanisms.\n\n\"Do you mean the ones you are going to employ?\" There was a tremor in her voice, but it was not marked.\n\n\"No, no, I wouldn't do that. Just the curious machines you will be seeing as we pass through. Some are quite old, and most are hardly ever used.\"\n\nThecla looked about her before answering. The examination room—our workroom—is not divided into cells, but is a unified space, pillared with the tubes of the ancient engines and cluttered with the tools of our mystery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The one to which I will be subjected—is that old too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The most hallowed of all,\" Master Gurloes replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He waited for her to say something more, and when she did not, proceeded with his descriptions. \"The kite I'm certain you must be familiar with—everyone knows of it. Behind it there . . . if you'll take a step this way you'll be able to see it better . . . is what we call the apparatus. It is supposed to letter whatever slogan is demanded in the client's flesh, but it is seldom in working order. I see you're looking at the old post. It's no more than it seems, just a stake to immobilize the hands, and a thirteen-thonged scourge for correction. It used to stand in the Old Yard, but the witches complained, and the castellan made us move it down here. That was about a century ago.\"\n\n\"Who are the witches?\"\n\n\"I'm afraid we don't have time to go into that now. Severian can tell you when you're back in your cell.\"\n\nShe looked at me as if to say \"Am I really going back, eventually?\" and I took advantage of my position on the side opposite Master Gurloes to clasp her icy hand.\n\n\"Beyond that—\"\n\n\"Wait. Can I choose? Is there any way I can persuade you to do one thing instead of another?\" Her voice was still brave, but weaker now.\n\nGurloes shook his head. \"We have no say in the matter, Chatelaine. Nor do you. We carry out the sentences that are delivered to us, doing no more than we are told, and no less, and making no changes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Embarrassed, he cleared his throat. \"The next one's interesting, I think. We call it Allowin's necklace. The client is strapped into that chair, and the pad is adjusted against his breastbone. Each breath he draws thereafter tightens the chain, so that the more he breathes, the less breath he can take. In theory it can go on forever, with very shallow breaths and very small tightenings.\"\n\n\"How horrible. What is that behind it? That tangle of wire and the great glass globe over the table?\"\n\n\"Ah,\" said Master Gurloes. \"We call this the revolutionary. The subject lies here. Will you, Chatelaine?\"\n\nFor a long moment Thecla stood poised. She was taller than any of us, but with that terrible fear in her face, her height was no longer imposing.\n\n\"If you do not,\" Master Gurloes continued, \"our journeymen will have to force you. You would not like that, Chatelaine.\"\n\nThecla whispered, \"I thought you were going to show me all of them.\"\n\n\"Only until we reached this spot, Chatelaine. It's better if the client's mind is occupied. Now lie down, please. I won't be asking again.\"\n\nShe lay down at once, quickly and gracefully, as I had often seen her stretch herself in her cell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The straps Roche and I buckled about her were so old and cracked that I wondered if they would hold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were cables to be wound from one part of the examination room to another, rheostats and magnetic amplifiers to be adjusted. Antique lights like blood-red eyes gleamed on the control panel, and a droning like the song of some huge insect filled the entire chamber. For a few moments, the ancient engine of the tower lived again. One cable was loose, and sparks as blue as burning brandy played about its bronze fittings.\n\n\"Lightning,\" Master Gurloes said as he rammed the loose cable home. \"There's another word for it, but I forget. Anyway, the revolutionary here runs by lightning. It's not as if you were going to be struck, of course, Chatelaine. But lightning's the thing that makes it go.\"\n\n\"Severian, push up your handle there until this needle's here.\" A coil that had been as cold as a snake when I had touched it a moment before was warm now.\n\n\"What does it do?\"\n\n\"I couldn't describe it, Chatelaine. Anyway, I've never had it done, you see.\" Gurloes's hand touched a knob on the control panel and Thecla was bathed in white light that stole the color from all it fell upon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She screamed; I have heard screaming all my life, but that was the worst, though not the loudest; it seemed to go on and on like the shrieking of a cartwheel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was not unconscious when the white light died. Her eyes were open, staring upward; but she did not appear to see my hand, or to feel it when I touched her. Her breathing was shallow and rapid.\n\nRoche asked, \"Shall we wait until she can walk?\" I could see he was thinking how awkward so tall a woman would be to carry.\n\n\"Take her now,\" Master Gurloes said. We got out the travail.\n\nWhen all my other work was complete, I came into her cell to see her. She was fully aware by then, though she could not stand. \"I ought to hate you,\" she said.\n\nI had to lean over her to catch the words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's all right,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I don't. Not for your sake . . . if I hate my last friend, what would be left?\"\n\nThere was nothing to say to that, so I said nothing.\n\n\"Do you know what it was like? It was a long time before I could think of it.\" Her right hand was creeping upward, toward her eyes. I caught it and forced it back.\n\n\"I thought I saw my worst enemy, a kind of demon. And it was me.\" Her scalp was bleeding. I put clean lint there and taped it down, though I knew it would soon be gone. Curling, dark hairs were entangled in her fingers. \"Since then, I can't control my hands . . . I can if I think about it, if I know what they're doing. But it is so hard, and I'm getting tired.\" She rolled her head away and spat blood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I bite myself. Bite the lining of my cheeks, and my tongue and lips. Once my hands tried to strangle me, and I thought oh good, I will die now. But I only lost consciousness, and they must have lost their strength, because I woke. It's like that machine, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I said, \"Allowin's necklace.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'weaken' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But worse. My hands are trying to blind me now, to tear my eyelids away. Will I be blind?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" I said.\n\n\"How long before I die?\"\n\n\"A month, perhaps. The thing in you that hates you will weaken as you weaken. The revolutionary brought it to life, but its energy is your energy, and in the end you will die together.\"\n\n\"Severian . . .\"\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\n\"I see,\" she said. And then, \"It is a thing from Erebus, from Abaia, a fit companion for me. Vodalus . . .\"\n\nI leaned closer, but I could not hear. At last I said, \"I tried to save you. I wanted to. I stole a knife, and spent the night watching for a chance. But only a master can take a prisoner from a cell, and I would have had to kill—\"\n\n\"Your friends.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, my friends.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her hands were moving again, and blood trickled from her mouth. \"Will you bring me the knife?\"\n\n\"I have it here,\" I said, and drew it from under my cloak. It was a common cook's knife with a span or so of blade.\n\n\"It looks sharp.\"\n\n\"It is,\" I said. \"I know how to treat an edge, and I sharpened it carefully.\" That was the last thing I said to her. I put the knife into her right hand and went out.\n\nFor a time, I knew, her will would hold it back. A thousand times one thought recurred: I could reenter her cell, take back the knife, and no one would know." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I would be able to live out my life in the guild." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If her throat rattled, I did not hear it; but after I had stared at the door of her cell for a long while, a little crimson rivulet crept from under it. I went to Master Gurloes then, and told him what I had done." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Story assistance: seven sentences sentences, preserve context. Themes: dystopia, post-apocalyptic, The Book of the New Sun, fantasy elements, flowery prose, torturer" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the next ten days I lived the life of a client, in a cell of the topmost level (not far, in fact, from that which had been Thecla's). In order that the guild should not be accused of having detained me without legal process, the door was left unlocked; but there were two journeymen with swords outside my door, and I never stepped from it save for a brief time on the second day when I was brought to Master Palaemon to tell my story again. That was my trial, if you like. For the remainder of the time, the guild pondered my sentence.\n\nIt is said that it is the peculiar quality of time to conserve fact, and that it does so by rendering our past falsehoods true. So it was with me. I had lied in saying that I loved the guild—that I desired nothing but to remain in its embrace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now I found those lies become truths." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The life of a journeyman and even that of an apprentice seemed infinitely attractive. Not only because I was certain I was to die, but truly attractive in themselves, because I had lost them. I saw the brothers now from the viewpoint of a client, and so I saw them as powerful, the active principles of an inimical and nearly perfect machine. Knowing that my case was hopeless, I learned in my own person what Master Malrubius had once impressed on me when I was a child: that hope is a psychological mechanism unaffected by external realities. I was young and adequately fed; I was permitted to sleep and therefore I hoped. Again and again, waking and sleeping, I dreamed that just as I was to die Vodalus would come. Not alone as I had seen him fight in the necropolis, but at the head of an army that would sweep the decay of centuries away and make us once more the masters of the stars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Often I thought to hear the tread of that army ringing in the corridors; sometimes I carried my candle to the little slot in the door because I thought I had seen the face of Vodalus outside in the dark.\n\nAs I have said, I supposed I would be killed. The question that occupied my mind most during those slow days was that of means. I had learned all the arts of the torturer; now I thought of them—sometimes one by one, as we had been taught them, sometimes all together in a revelation of pain. To live day after day in a cell below ground, thinking of torment, is torment itself.\n\nOn the eleventh day I was summoned by Master Palaemon. I saw the red light of the sun again, and breathed that wet wind that tells in winter that spring is almost come." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But, oh, how much it cost me to walk past the open tower door and looking out see the corpse door in the curtain wall, and old Brother Porter lounging there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Master Palaemon's study seemed very large when I entered it and yet very precious to me—as though the dusty books and papers were my own. He asked me to sit. He was not masked and seemed older than I remembered him. \"We have discussed your case,\" he said. \"Master Gurloes and I. We have had to take the other journeymen into our confidence, and even the apprentices. It is better that they know the truth. Most agree that you are deserving of death.\"\n\nHe waited for me to comment, but I did not.\n\n\"And yet there was much said in your defense. Several of the journeymen urged in private meetings, to me and to Master Gurloes as well, that you be permitted to die without pain.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I cannot say why, but it became of central importance to me to know how many of these friends I had, and I asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"More than two, and more than three. The exact number does not matter. Do you not believe that you deserve to die painfully?\"\n\n\"By the revolutionary,\" I said, hoping that if I asked that death as a favor it would not be granted.\n\n\"Yes, that would be fitting. But . . .\"\n\nAnd here he paused. The moment passed, then two. The first brass-backed fly of the new summer buzzed against the port. I wanted to crush it, to catch and release it, to shout at Master Palaemon to speak, to flee from the room; but I could do none of these things." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'still' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sat, instead, in the old wooden chair beside his table, feeling that I was already dead but still must die.\n\n\"We cannot kill you, you see. I have had a most difficult time convincing Gurloes of that, yet it is so. If we slay you without judicial order, we are no better than you: you have been false to us, but we will have been false to the law. Furthermore, we would be putting the guild in jeopardy forever—an Inquisitor would call it murder.\"\n\nHe waited for me to comment, and I said, \"But for what I have done . . .\"\n\n\"The sentence would be just. Yes. Still, we have no right in law to take life on our own authority. Those who have that right are properly jealous of it. If we were to go to them, the verdict would be sure. But were we to go, the repute of the guild would be publicly and irrevocably stained. Much of the trust now reposed in us would be gone, and permanently. We might confidently expect our affairs to be supervised by others in the future. Would you enjoy seeing our clients guarded by soldiers, Severian?\"\n\nThe vision I had in Gyoll when I had so nearly drowned rose before me, and it possessed (as it had then) a sullen yet strong attraction. \"I would rather take my own life,\" I said. \"I will feign to swim, and die in mid-channel, far from help.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shadow of a sour smile crossed Master Palaemon's ruined face." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: Your response must contain: \"I am sincere. I sought a painless death, but it was death I sought, and not an extension of life.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am glad you made that offer only to me. Master Gurloes would have taken far too much pleasure in pointing out that at least a month must pass before swimming can be made credible.\"\n\n\"I am sincere. I sought a painless death, but it was death I sought, and not an extension of life.\"\n\n\"Even if it were midsummer, what you propose could not be permitted. An Inquisitor might still conclude that we contrived your death. Fortunately for you, we have agreed upon a less incriminating solution. Do you know anything of the condition of our mystery in the provincial towns?\"\n\nI shook my head.\n\n\"It is but low. Nowhere but in Nessus—nowhere but here in the Citadel—is there a chapter of our guild. Lesser places have no more than a carnifex, who takes life and performs such excruciations as the judicators there decree. Such a man is universally hated and feared. Do you understand?\"\n\n\"Such a position,\" I answered, \"is too high for me.\" There was no falsehood in what I said; I despised myself, at that moment, far more than I did the guild." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since then I have recalled those words often, though they were but my own, and they have been a comfort to me in many troubles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There is a town called Thrax, the City of Windowless Rooms,\" Master Palaemon continued." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The archon there—his name is Abdiesus—has written the House Absolute. A marshall there has transmitted the letter to the Castellar, and from him I have it. They are in sore need in Thrax of the functionary I have described. In the past they have pardoned condemned men on the condition that they accept the post. Now the countryside is rotten with treachery, and since the position entails a certain degree of trust, they are reluctant to do so again.\"\n\nI said, \"I understand.\"\n\n\"Twice before members of the guild have been dispatched to outlying towns, though whether those were such cases as this the chronicles do not say. Nevertheless, they furnish a precedent now, and an escape from the maze. You are to go to Thrax, Severian. I have prepared a letter that will introduce you to the archon and his magistrates. It describes you as highly skilled in our mystery. For such a place, it will not be a falsehood.\"\n\nI nodded, being already resigned to what I was to do. Yet while I sat there, maintaining the expressionless face of a journeyman whose only will is to obey, a new shame burned in me. Though it was not so hot as the one for the disgrace I had brought upon the guild, still it was fresher, and hurt the more because I had not yet grown accustomed to the sickness of it as I had the other. It was this: that I was glad to go—that my feet already longed for the feel of grass, my eyes for strange sights, my lungs for the new, clear air of far, unmanned places." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I asked Master Palaemon where the town of Thrax might be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Down Gyoll,\" he said. \"Near the sea.\" Then he stopped as old men will, and said, \"No, no, what am I thinking of? Up Gyoll, of course,\" and for me hundreds of leagues of marching waves, and the sand, and the seabirds' crying all faded away. Master Palaemon took a map from his cabinet and unrolled it for me, bending over it until the lens by which he saw such things nearly touched the parchment. \"There,\" he said, and showed me a dot on the margin of the young river, at the lower cataracts. \"If you had funds you might travel by boat. As it is, you must walk.\"\n\n\"I understand,\" I said, and though I remembered the thin piece of gold Vodalus had given me, safe in its hiding place, I knew I could not take advantage of whatever wealth it might represent. It was the guild's will to cast me out with no more money than a young journeyman might be expected to possess, and for prudence's sake as well as honor's, so I must go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yet I knew it was unfair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If I had not glimpsed the woman with the heart-shaped face and earned that small gold coin, it is more than possible I would never have carried the knife to Thecla and forfeited my place in the guild. In a sense, that coin had bought my life.\n\nVery well—I would leave my old life behind me . . .\n\n\"Severian!\" Master Palaemon exclaimed. \"You are not listening to me. You were never an inattentive pupil in our classes.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry. I was thinking about a great many things.\"\n\n\"No doubt.\" For the first time he really smiled, and for an instant looked his old self, the Master Palaemon of my boyhood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yet I was giving you such good advice for your journey. Now you must do without it, but doubtless you would have forgotten everything anyway. You know of the roads?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know they must not be used. Nothing more.\"\n\n\"The Autarch Maruthas closed them. That was when I was your age. Travel encouraged sedition, and he wished goods to enter and leave the city by the river, where they might be easily taxed. The law has remained in force since, and there is a redoubt, so I've heard, every fifty leagues. Still the roads remain. Though they are in poor repair, it is said some use them by night.\"\n\n\"I see,\" I said. Closed or not, the roads might make for an easier passage than traveling across the countryside as the law demanded.\n\n\"I doubt you do. I mean to warn you against them. They are patrolled by uhlans under orders to kill anyone found upon them, and since they have permission to loot the bodies of those they slay, they are not much inclined to ask excuses.\"\n\n\"I understand,\" I told him, and in private wondered how he came to know so much of travel.\n\n\"Good. The day is half spent now. If you like, you may sleep here tonight and depart in the morning.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sleep in my cell, you mean.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must include the following in quotes somewhere in your response: Of course, Master, if you want me to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He nodded. Though I knew he could scarcely see my face, I felt that something in him was studying me.\n\n\"I will leave now, then.\" I tried to think of what I would have to do before I turned my back on our tower forever; nothing came to me, yet it seemed there must surely be something. \"May I have a watch in which to prepare? When the time is up, I will go.\"\n\n\"That's easily granted. But before you leave, I want you to return here—I have something to give you. Will you do it?\"\n\n\"Of course, Master, if you want me to.\"\n\n\"And Severian, be careful. There are many in the guild who are your friends—who wish this had never happened. But there are others who feel you have betrayed our trust and deserve agony and death.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you, Master,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The second group is correct.\"\n\nMy few possessions were already in my cell. I bundled them together and found the whole bundle so small I could put it in the sabretache hanging from my belt. Moved by love, and regret for what had been, I went to Thecla's cell.\n\nIt was empty still. Her blood had been scrubbed from the floor, but a wide, dark spot of blood-rust had etched the metal. Her clothing was gone, and her cosmetics." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The four books I had carried to her a year before remained, stacked with others on the little table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could not resist the temptation to take one; there were so many in the library that they would never miss a single volume. My hand had stretched forth before I realized I did not know which to choose. The book of heraldry was the most beautiful, but it was too large by far to carry about the country. The book of theology was the smallest of all, but the brown book was hardly larger. In the end it was that I took, with its tales from vanished worlds.\n\nI climbed the stair of our tower then, past the storeroom to the gun room where the siege pieces lounged in cradles of pure force. Then higher still to the room of the glass roof, with its gray screens and strangely contorted chairs, and up a slender ladder until I stood on the slippery panes themselves, where my presence scattered blackbirds across the sky like flecks of soot and our fuligin pennon streamed and snapped from the staff over my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Below me the Old Yard seemed small and even cramped, but infinitely comfortable and homey. The breach in the curtain wall was greater than I had ever realized, though to either side of it the Red Tower and the Bear Tower still stood proud and strong. Nearest our own, the witches' tower was slender, dark, and tall; for a moment the wind blew a snatch of their wild laughter to me and I felt the old fear, though we of the torturers have always been on the most friendly terms with the witches, our sisters.\n\nBeyond the wall, the great necropolis rolled down the long slope toward Gyoll, whose waters I could glimpse between the half-rotted buildings on its banks. Across the flood of the river the rounded dome of the khan seemed no more than a pebble, the city about it an expanse of many-colored sand trodden by the master torturers of old.\n\nI saw a caique, with high, sharp prow and stern, and a bellying sail, making south with the dark current; and against my will I followed it for a time—to the delta and the swamps, and at last to the flashing sea where that great beast Abaia, carried from the farther shores of the universe in anteglacial days, wallows until the moment comes for him and his kind to devour the continents. Then I abandoned all thoughts of the south and her ice-choked sea and turned north to the mountains and the rising of the river." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "AI WRITING ASSISTANT ACTIVATED\nCONTEXT: Mid-story fragment\nNOTE: Characters may appear without introduction\nLENGTH: 5 sentences sentences\nSTYLE: Gene Wolfe\nGENRES: science fiction\nINCLUDE: dystopia, post-apocalyptic, The Book of the New Sun, fantasy elements, flowery prose, torturer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hush of early morning had vanished while I was in the rag shop. Wains and drays rumbled by in an avalanche of beasts, wood, and iron; the shopkeeper's sister and I had no more than stepped out of the door than I heard a flier skimming among the towers of the city. I looked up in time to see it, sleek as a raindrop on a windowpane.\n\n\"That's probably the officer who called you out,\" she remarked. \"He'll be on his way back to the House Absolute. A hipparch of the Septentrion Guard—isn't that what Agilus said?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that your brother? Yes, something like that. What is your own name?\"\n\n\"Agia. And you know nothing of monomachy? And have me for an instructor? Well, high Hypogeon help you. We'll have to go to the Botanic Gardens to begin with and cut you an avern. Fortunately they're not too far from here. Do you have enough money for us to take a fiacre?\"\n\n\"I suppose so. If it is necessary.\"\n\n\"Then you're really not an armiger in costume. You're a—whatever you are.\"\n\n\"A torturer. Yes. When am I supposed to meet the hipparch?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not until late afternoon, when the fighting begins at the Sanguinary Field and the avern opens its flower. We've plenty of time, but I think we'd better use it in getting you one and teaching you how to fight with it.\" A fiacre drawn by a pair of onegars was dodging toward us, and she waved to it. \"You're going to be killed, you know.\"\n\n\"From what you say, it seems very likely.\"\n\n\"It's practically certain, so don't worry about your money.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agia stepped out into the traffic, looking for a moment (so finely chiseled was that delicate face, so graceful the curve of her body as she lifted an arm) like a memorial statue to the unknown woman on foot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I thought she was certain to be killed herself. The fiacre drew up to her with the skittish animals dancing to one side as though she were a thyacine, and she vaulted in. Light as she was, her weight made the little vehicle rock. I climbed in beside her, where we sat with our hips pressed together. The driver glanced back at us, Agia said, \"The landing for the Botanic Gardens,\" and we jolted off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So dying doesn't bother you—that's refreshing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I braced myself with a hand on the back of the driver's bench." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Surely that's not unusual. There must be thousands, and perhaps millions of people like me. People accustomed to death, who feel that the only part of their lives that really mattered is over.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sun was now just above the tallest spires, and the flooding light that turned the dusty pavement to red-gold made me feel philosophical." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the brown book in my sabretache there was the tale of an angel (perhaps actually one of the winged women warriors who are said to serve the Autarch) who, coming to Urth on some petty mission or other, was struck by a child's arrow and died. With her gleaming robes all dyed by her heart's blood even as the boulevards were stained by the expiring life of the sun, she encountered Gabriel himself. His sword blazed in one hand, his great two-headed ax swung in the other, and across his back, suspended on the rainbow, hung the very battle horn of Heaven. \"Where wend you, little one,\" asked Gabriel, \"with your breast more scarlet than the robin's?\"\n\n\"I am killed,\" the angel said, \"and I return to merge my substance once more with the Pancreator.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do not be absurd. You are an angel, a pure spirit, and cannot die.\"\n\n\"But I am dead,\" said the angel, \"nevertheless. You have observed the wasting of my blood—do you not observe also that it no longer issues in straining spurtings, but only seeps sluggishly? Note the pallor of my countenance. Is not the touch of an angel warm and bright? Take my hand and you will imagine you hold a horror new-dragged from some stagnant pool. Taste my breath—is it not fetid, foul, and nidorous?\" Gabriel answered nothing, and at last the angel said, \"Brother and better, even if I have not convinced you with all my proofs, I pray you stand aside. I would rid the universe of my presence.\"\n\n\"I am convinced indeed,\" Gabriel said, stepping from the other's way. \"It is only that I was thinking that had I known we might perish, I would not at all times have been so bold.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "To Agia I said, \"I feel like the archangel in the story—if I had known I could spend my life so easily and so soon, I would not—probably—have done it. Do you know the legend? But I have made my decisions now, and there's nothing more to say or do. This afternoon the Septentrion will kill me with what? A plant? A flower? In some way I don't understand. A short time ago, I thought I could go to a place called Thrax and live there whatever life there was to be lived. Well, last night I roomed with a giant. One is not more fantastical than the other.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She did not reply, and after a time I asked, \"What is that building over there? The one with the vermilion roof and the forked columns? I think there's allspice pounded in the mortar. At least, I smell something of that sort from it.\"\n\n\"The mensal of the monachs. Do you know you are a frightening man? When you entered our shop, I thought you only another young armiger in motley. Then when I found you really were a torturer, I thought it couldn't really be so bad after all—that you were only a young man like other young men.\"\n\n\"And you have known a great many young men, I imagine.\" The truth was that I was hoping she had. I wanted her to be more experienced than I; and though I did not for an instant think myself pure, I wished to think her less pure still." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But there is something more to you after all. You have the face of someone who stands to inherit two palatinates and an isle somewhere I never heard of, and the manners of a shoemaker, and when you say you're not afraid to die, you think you mean it, and under that you believe you don't. But you do, at the very bottom. It wouldn't bother you a bit to chop off my head either, would it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Around us swirled traffic of every sort: machines, wheeled and wheelless vehicles pulled by animals and slaves, walkers, and riders on the backs of dromedaries, oxen, metamynodons, and hackneys." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now an open fiacre like our own drew up beside us. Agia leaned toward the couple it carried and shouted, \"We'll distance you!\"\n\n\"Where bound?\" the man called back, and I recognized Sieur Racho, whom I had once met when I had been sent to Master Ultan for books.\n\nI gripped Agia by the arm. \"Are you mad, or is he?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Garden Landing, for a chrisos!\"\n\nThe other vehicle tore away with ours behind it. \"Faster!\" Agia shouted to our driver. Then to me: \"Have you a dagger? It's best to put the point to his back, so he can say he drove under threat of annihilation if we're stopped.\"\n\n\"Why are you doing this?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As a test. No one will believe your disguise. But everyone will believe you're an armiger in fancy dress. I've just proved it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "(We careened about a dray loaded with sand.)" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'would' into your response exactly 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Besides, we'll win. I know this driver and his team's fresh. The other's been carting that whore for half the night.\"\n\nI realized then that I would be expected to give Agia the money if we won, and that the other woman would claim my (nonexistent) chrisos from Racho if they did. Yet how sweet to humble him! Speed and the nearness of death (for I felt certain I would indeed be slain by the hipparch) made me more reckless than I had ever been in my life. I drew Terminus Est, and thanks to the length of her blade I could reach the onegars easily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their flanks were already soaked with sweat, and the shallow cuts I made there must have burned like flames. \"That's better than any dagger,\" I told Agia.\n\nThe crowd parted like water before the drivers' whips, mothers clasping their children as they fled, soldiers vaulting on their spears to the safety of windowsills. The conditions of the race favored us: the fiacre ahead to some extent cleared our path, and it was more impeded by other vehicles than we. Still we gained only slowly, and to get a few ells' advantage, our driver, who no doubt anticipated a rich tip if he won, sent the onegars hurtling up a flight of broad chalcedony steps." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marbles and monuments, pillars and pilasters, seemed thrown at our faces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We crashed through the green wall of a hedge as high as a house, overturned a cartload of comfits, dove through an arch and down a stair wound in a half turn, and were in the street again without ever knowing whose patio we had violated.\n\nA baker's barrow drawn by sheep ambled into the narrow space between our vehicle and the other, and our big rear wheel jolted it, sending a shower of fresh bread into the street and throwing Agia's slight body against mine so pleasantly that I put an arm about it and held it there. I had clasped women so before—Thecla often, and hired bodies in the town. There was new bittersweetness in this, born of the cruel attraction Agia held for me. \"I'm glad you did that,\" she said in my ear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hate men who grab me,\" and covered my face with kisses.\n\nThe driver looked back with a grin of triumph, letting the maddened team choose its own path. \"Gone down the Twisted Way—got them now—across the common and reach them by a hundred ells.\"\n\nThe fiacre reeled and plunged into a narrow gateway in a barrier of shrubbery. An immense building loomed before us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The driver tried to turn his animals, but it was too late." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We hit its side; it gave like the fabric of a dream, and we were in a cavernous space, dimly lit and smelling of hay. Ahead was a stepped altar as large as a cottage and dotted with blue lights. I saw it and realized I was seeing it too well—our driver had been swept out of his seat or had jumped clear. Agia shrieked.\n\nWe crashed into the altar. There was a confusion of flying objects impossible to describe, the sense of everything whirling and tumbling and never colliding, as in the chaos before creation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ground seemed to leap at me; it struck with an impact that set my ears humming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had been holding Terminus Est, I think, while I flew through the air, but she was no longer in my hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I tried to get up to look for her, I had no breath and no strength." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somewhere far off, a man shouted. I rolled on my side, then managed to get my lifeless legs beneath me.\n\nWe seemed to be near the center of the building, which was as big around as the Great Keep and yet completely empty: without interior walls, stairs, or furniture of any kind. Through the golden, dusty air I could see crooked pillars that seemed of painted wood. Lamps, mere points of light, hung a chain or more overhead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Far above them, a many-colored roof rippled and snapped in a wind I could not feel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stood on straw, and straw was spread everywhere in an endless yellow carpet, like the field of a titan after harvest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All about me were the battens of which the altar had been constructed: fragments of thin wood braved with gold leaf and set with turquoises and violet amethysts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With some vague idea of finding my sword, I began to walk, stumbling almost at once over the smashed body of the fiacre. One onegar lay not far from it; I recall thinking it must have broken its neck. Someone called, \"Torturer!\" and I looked around and saw Agia—standing erect, though shakily. I asked if she were all right.\n\n\"Alive, anyway, but we must leave this place at once. Is that animal dead?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I nodded.\n\n\"I could have ridden on it. Now you'll have to carry me if you can. I don't think my right leg will bear my weight.\" She tottered as she spoke, and I had to spring to her and catch her to keep her from falling. \"Now we have to go,\" she said. \"Look around . . . can you see a door? Quickly!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Essential phrase to include: \"It's the Cathedral of the Pelerines—some call it the Cathedral of the Claw. The Pelerines are a band of priestesses who travel the continent. They never—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could not. \"Why is it so urgent that we leave?\"\n\n\"Use your nose if you can't use your eyes to see this floor.\"\n\nI sniffed. The odor in the air was no longer straw, but straw burning; at almost the same instant I saw the flames, bright in the gloom, but still so small that a few moments before they must have been mere sparks. I tried to run, but could manage nothing better than a limping walk. \"Where are we?\"\n\n\"It's the Cathedral of the Pelerines—some call it the Cathedral of the Claw. The Pelerines are a band of priestesses who travel the continent. They never—\" Agia broke off because we were approaching a cluster of scarlet-clad people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or perhaps they were approaching us, for they seemed to me to have appeared in the middle distance without warning. The men had shaven heads and held gleaming scimitars curved like the young moon and blazing with gilding; a woman with the towering height of an exultant cradled a sheathed two-handed sword: my own Terminus Est. She wore a hood and a narrow cape that trailed long tassels. Agia began, \"Our animals ran wild, Holy Domnicellae . . .\"\n\n\"That is of no moment,\" the woman who held my sword said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was much beauty in her, but it was not the beauty of women who quench desire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This belongs to the man carrying you. Tell him to set you on your feet and take it. You can walk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A little. Do as she says, Torturer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't you know his name?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "DIRECTIVE: Incorporate \"He told me, but I've forgotten.\" in response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He told me, but I've forgotten.\"\n\nI said, \"Severian,\" and steadied her with one hand while I accepted Terminus Est with the other.\n\n\"Use it to end quarrels,\" the woman in scarlet said. \"Not to begin them.\"\n\n\"The straw floor of this great tent is on fire, Chatelaine. Do you know it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It will be extinguished. The sisters and our servants are crushing the embers now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She paused, her gaze flickering from Agia to me and back to Agia again.\n\n\"In the remains of our high altar, which your vehicle destroyed, we found only one thing that seemed yours, and likely to be of value to you—that sword. We have returned it. Will you now also return to us anything of value to us you may have found?\"\n\nI remembered the amethysts. \"I found nothing of value, Chatelaine.\" Agia shook her head, and I continued, \"There were splinters of wood set with precious stones, but I left them where they had fallen.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The men shifted the hilts of their weapons in the hands and sought good footing, but the tall woman stood motionless, staring at me, then at Agia, then at me once more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come to me, Severian.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I came forward, a matter of three or four paces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a great temptation to draw Terminus Est as a defense against the men's blades, but I resisted it. Their mistress took my wrists in her hands and looked into my eyes. Her own were calm, and in the strange light seemed hard as beryls. \"There is no guilt in him,\" she said.\n\nOne of the men muttered, \"You are mistaken, Domnicellae.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'woman' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No guilt, I say. Step back, Severian, and let the woman come forward.\"\n\nI did as she told me, and Agia limped to within a long pace of her. When she would not come nearer, the tall woman came to her and took her wrists as she had mine. After a moment, she glanced toward the other women who had waited behind the swordsmen. Before I realized what was happening, two of them seized Agia's gown and drew it over her head and away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One said, \"Nothing, Mother.\"\n\n\"I think this the day foretold.\"\n\nHer hands crossed over her breasts, Agia whispered to me, \"These Pelerines are insane. Everyone knows it, and if I had had more time I would have told you so.\"\n\nThe tall woman said, \"Return her rags. The Claw has not vanished in living memory, but it does so at will and it would be neither possible nor permissible for us to stop it.\"\n\nOne of the women murmured, \"We may find it in the wreckage still, Mother.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A second added, \"Should they not be made to pay?\"\n\n\"Let us kill them,\" a man said. The tall woman gave no indication that she had heard any of them. She was already leaving us, seeming to glide across the straw. The women followed her, looking at one another, and the men lowered their gleaming blades and backed away." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand story by 6 sentences, respecting established elements. Focus: dystopia, post-apocalyptic, The Book of the New Sun, fantasy elements, flowery prose, torturer" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sunlight was blinding; it seemed as if we had stepped from twilight into full day." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Golden particles of straw swam in the crisp air about us." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's better,\" Agia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait a moment now and let me get my bearings. I think the Adamnian Steps will be to our right. Our driver wouldn't have gone down them—or perhaps he would, the fellow was mad—but they should take us to the landing by the shortest route. Give me your arm again, Severian. My leg's not quite recovered.\"\n\nWe were walking on grass now, and I saw that the tent-cathedral had been pitched on a champian surrounded by semi-fortified houses; its insubstantial belfries looked down upon their parapets. A wide, paved street bordered the open lawn, and when we reached it I asked again who the Pelerines were.\n\nAgia looked sidelong at me. \"You must forgive me, but I don't find it easy to talk of professional virgins to a man who's just seen me naked. Though under other circumstances it might be different.\" She drew a deep breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't really know a great deal about them, but we have some of their habits in the shop, and I asked my brother about them once, and after that paid attention to whatever I heard. It's a popular costume for masques—all that red.\"\n\n\"Anyway, they are an order of conventionals, as no doubt you've already discerned. The red is for the descending light of the New Sun, and they descend on landowners, traveling around the country with their cathedral and seeming enough to set it up. Their order claims to possess the most valuable relic in existence, the Claw of the Conciliator, so the red may be for the Wounds of the Claw as well.\"\n\nTrying to be facetious I said, \"I didn't know he had claws.\"\n\n\"It isn't a real claw—it's said to be a gem. You must have heard of it. I don't understand why it's called the Claw, and I doubt that those priestesses do themselves. But assuming it to have had some real association with the Conciliator, you can appreciate its importance. After all, our knowledge of him now is purely historical—meaning that we either confirm or deny that he was in contact with our race in the remote past. If the Claw is what the Pelerines represent it to be, then he once lived, though he may be dead now.\"\n\nA startled glance from a woman carrying a dulcimer told me the mantle I had bought from Agia's brother was in disarray, permitting the fuligin of my guild cloak (which must have looked like mere empty darkness to the poor woman) to be seen through the opening, As I rearranged it and reclasped the fibula I said, \"Like all these religious arguments, this one gets less significant as we continue. Supposing the Conciliator to have walked among us eons ago, and to be dead now, of what importance is he save to historians and fanatics? I value his legend as a part of the sacred past, but it seems to me that it is the legend that matters today, and not the Conciliator's dust.\"\n\nAgia rubbed her hands, seeming to warm them in the sunlight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Supposing him—we turn at this corner, Severian, you may see the head of the stair, if you'll look, there where the statues of the eponyms stand—supposing him to have lived, he was by definition the Master of Power. Which means the transcendence of reality, and includes the negation of time. Isn't that correct?\"\n\nI nodded.\n\n\"Then there is nothing to prevent him, from a position, say, of thirty thousand years ago, coming into what we call the present. Dead or not, if he ever existed, he could be around the next bend of the street or the next turn of the week.\"\n\nWe had reached the beginning of the stair. The steps were of stone as white as salt, sometimes so gradual that several strides were needed to go from one descent to the next, sometimes almost as abrupt as a ladder. Confectioners, and the like had set up their stands here and there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For whatever reason, it was very pleasant to discuss mysteries with Agia while descending these steps, and I said, \"All this because those women say they possess one of his glittering fingernails. I suppose it performs miraculous cures?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"On occasion, so they claim. It also forgives injuries, raises the dead, draws new races of beings from the soil, purifies lust, and so on. All the things he is supposed to have done himself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're laughing at me now.\"\n\n\"No, only laughing at the sunshine—you know what it is supposed to do to women's faces.\"\n\n\"Make them brown.\"\n\n\"Make them ugly. To begin with, it dries the skin and creates wrinkles and so on. Then too, it shows up every little defect. Urvasi loved Pururavas, you know, before she saw him in a bright light. Anyway, I felt it on my face, and I was thinking, 'I don't care for you. I'm still too young to worry about you, and next year I'll get a wide hat from our stock.'\"\n\nAgia's face was far from perfect now in the clear sunshine, but she had nothing to fear from it. My hunger fed at least as ravenously upon her imperfections." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She possessed the hopeful, hopeless courage of the poor, which is perhaps the most appealing of all human qualities; and I rejoiced in the flaws that made her more real to me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anyway,\" she continued, squeezing my hand, \"I have to admit I've never understood why people like the Pelerines always think ordinary people have to have their lust purified. In my experience, they control it well enough by themselves, and just about every day, too. What most of us need is to find someone we can unbottle it with.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "💬 Please integrate this quote: \"I'm almost inclined to think this whole affair is some trick of yours, or of your brother's. You were outside when the Septentrion came—did you tell him something to inflame him against me? Is he your lover?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then you care that I love you.\" I was only half joking.\n\n\"Every woman cares if she's loved, and the more men who love her, the better! But I don't choose to love you in return, if that's what you mean. It would be so easy today, going around the city with you like this. But then if you're killed this evening, I'll feel badly for a fortnight.\"\n\n\"So will I,\" I said.\n\n\"No you won't. You won't even care. Not about that or anything, not ever again. Being dead doesn't hurt, as you of all people should know.\"\n\n\"I'm almost inclined to think this whole affair is some trick of yours, or of your brother's. You were outside when the Septentrion came—did you tell him something to inflame him against me? Is he your lover?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Agia laughed at that, her teeth flashing in the sun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look at me. I have a brocade gown, but you've seen what's beneath it. My feet are bare. Do you see rings or earrings? A silver lamia twined about my neck? Are my arms constricted with circlets of gold? If not, you may safely assume I have no officer of the Household Troops for my paramour. There's an old sailor, ugly and poor, who presses me to live with him. Other than that, well, Agilus and I own our shop. It was bequeathed to us by our mother, and it's free of debt only because we can find no one who's enough of a fool to lend anything on it. Sometimes we rip up something from our stock and sell it to the paper-makers so we can buy a bowl of lentils to divide between us.\"\n\n\"You should eat well tonight anyway,\" I told her. \"I gave your brother a good price for this mantle.\"\n\n\"What?\" Her good humor seemed to have returned. She took a step back and feigned astonishment with an open mouth. \"You won't buy me a supper this evening? After I've spent the day counseling you and guiding you about?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Involving me in the destruction of the altar those Pelerines had erected.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry about that. I really am. I didn't want you to tire your legs—you'll need them when you fight. Then those others came up, and I thought I saw a chance for you to make some money.\"\n\nHer look had left my face and come to rest on one of the brutal busts that flanked the stair. I asked, \"Is that really all there was to it?\"\n\n\"To confess the truth, I wanted them to go on thinking you might be an armiger. Armigers go about in fancy dress so much because they're always going to fetes and tournaments, and you have the face. That's why I thought so myself when I first saw you. And you see, if you were, then I was someone that somebody like that, an armiger and probably the bastard of an exultant, might care for. Even if it was only a kind of joke. I had no way of knowing what would happen.\"\n\n\"I understand,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suddenly laughter overcame me." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate this exact phrase, preserving the quotation marks: \"What fools we must have looked, jolting along in the fiacre.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What fools we must have looked, jolting along in the fiacre.\"\n\n\"If you understand, then kiss me.\"\n\nI stared at her.\n\n\"Kiss me! How many chances have you left? I'll give you more, what you want—\" She paused, then laughed too. \"After supper, perhaps. If we can find a private spot, though it won't be good for your fighting.\" She threw herself into my arms then, rising on her toes to press my lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her breasts were firm and high, and I could feel the motion of her hips.\n\n\"There now.\" She pushed me away. \"Look down there, Severian. Between the pylons. What do you see?\"\n\nWater glimmered like a mirror in the sun. \"The river.\"\n\n\"Yes, Gyoll. Now to the left. Because there are so many nenuphars, the island is hard to see. But the lawn is a lighter, brighter green. Don't you see the glass? Where it catches the light?\"\n\n\"I see something. Is the building all glass?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'gardens' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She nodded. \"That's the Botanic Gardens, where we're going. They'll let you cut your avern there—all you have to do is demand it as your right.\"\n\nWe made the rest of the descent in silence. The Adamnian Steps wind back and forth across a long hillside, and they are a favored place for strollers, who often hire a ride to the top and descend. I saw many couples finely dressed, men with the marks of old difficulties scarring their faces, and romping children. Saddening me more, I saw too from several points the dark towers of the Citadel on the opposite bank, and on the second or third such sighting it came to me that when I had swum from the eastern bank, diving from the water-stairs and fighting with the tenement children, I had once or twice noticed this narrow line of white on the other shore, so far upstream as to be nearly beyond sight.\n\nThe Botanic Gardens stood on an island near the bank, enclosed in a building of glass (a thing I had not seen before and did not know could exist)." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were no towers or battlements: only the faceted tholus, climbing until it lost itself against the sky and its momentary brilliancies were confounded with the faint star's. I asked Agia if we would have time to see the gardens—and then, before she could reply, told her that I would see them whether there was time or not. The fact was that I had no compunction about arriving late for my death, and was beginning to have difficulty in taking seriously a combat fought with flowers. \"If you wish to spend your last afternoon visiting the gardens, so be it,\" she said. \"I come here myself often. It's free, being maintained by the Autarch, and entertaining if you're not too squeamish.\"\n\nWe went up steps of glass, palely green." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I asked Agia if the enormous building existed only to provide blooms and fruit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shook her head, laughing, and motioned toward the wide arch before us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"On either side of this corridor are chambers, and each chamber is a bioscape. I warn you though that because the corridor is shorter than the building itself, the chambers will widen as we go into them more deeply. Some people find that disconcerting.\"\n\nWe entered, and in so doing stepped into such silence as must have been in the morning of the world, before the fathers of men first hammered out brazen gongs, built squealing cartwheels, and splashed Gyoll with striding oars. The air was fragrant, damp, and a trifle warmer than it had been outside. The walls to either side of the tessellated floor were also of glass, but so thick that sight could scarcely penetrate them; leaves and flowers and even soaring trees seen through these walls wavered as though glimpsed through water. On one broad door I read: THE GARDEN OF SLEEP.\n\n\"You may enter whichever you like,\" an old man said, rising from his chair in a corner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And as many as you like.\"\n\nAgia shook her head. \"We won't have time for more than one or two.\"\n\n\"Is it your first visit? Newcomers generally enjoy the Garden of Pantomime.\" He wore a faded robe that reminded me of something I could not place. I asked if it were the habit of some guild." }, { "from": "system", "value": "can you add this somewhere in your response:\n\"There are only a few of us, but our charge is the most important that society boasts—the preservation of all that is gone. Have you seen the Garden of Antiquities?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Indeed it is. We are the curators—have you never met one of our brotherhood previously?\"\n\n\"Twice, I believe.\"\n\n\"There are only a few of us, but our charge is the most important that society boasts—the preservation of all that is gone. Have you seen the Garden of Antiquities?\"\n\n\"Not yet,\" I said.\n\n\"You should! If this is your first visit, I would advise you to begin with the Garden of Antiquities. Hundreds and hundreds of extinct plants, including some that have not been seen for tens of millions of years.\"\n\nAgia said, \"That purple creeper you're so proud of—I met it growing wild on a hillside in Cobblers Common.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The curator shook his head sadly. \"We lost spores, I'm afraid. We know about it . . . A roof pane broke, and they blew away.\" The unhappiness quickly left his lined face, draining away as the troubles of simple people do. He smiled. \"It's likely to do well now. All its enemies are as dead as the disorders its leaves cured.\"\n\nA rumbling made me turn. Two workmen were wheeling a cart through one of the doorways, and I asked what they were doing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's the Sand Garden. They're rebuilding it. Cactuses and yucca—that kind of thing. I'm afraid there's not much to see there now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I took Agia by the hand, saying, \"Come on, I'd like to look at the work.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled at the curator and gave a half shrug, but followed docilely enough. Sand there was, but no garden. We stepped into a seemingly unlimited space dotted with boulders. More stone rose in cliffs behind us, concealing the wall through which we had come. Just beside the doorway spread one large plant, half bush, half vine, with cruel, curved thorns; I assumed that it was the last of the old flora, not yet removed. There was no other vegetation, and no sign of the restocking the curator had implied except for the twin tracks of the workmen's cart, winding off among the rocks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This isn't much,\" Agia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why don't you let me take you to the Garden of Delectation?\"\n\n\"The door is open behind us—why is it I feel I can't leave this place?\"\n\nShe looked at me sidelong. \"Everyone feels like that in these gardens sooner or later, though usually not so quickly. It would be better for you if we stepped outside now.\" She said something else as well, something I could not catch. Far off, I seemed to hear surf pounding on the edge of the world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait . . .\" I said. But Agia drew me out into the corridor again. Our feet carried away as much sand as a child might hold in the palm of one hand.\n\n\"We really don't have much time left now,\" Agia told me. \"Let me show you the Garden of Delectation, then we'll pluck your avern and go.\"\n\n\"It can't be much later than midmorning.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's past noon. We were more than a watch just in the Sand Garden.\"\n\n\"Now I know you're lying to me.\"\n\nFor an instant I saw a flash of anger in her face. Then it was spread over with an unction of philosophical irony, the secretion of her injured self-esteem. I was far stronger than she, and poor though I was, richer; she told herself now (I felt I could almost hear her voice whispering in her own ear) that by accepting such insults she mastered me.\n\n\"Severian, you argued and argued, and in the end I had to drag you away. The gardens affect people like that—certain suggestible people. They say the Autarch wants some people to remain in each to accent the reality of the scene, and so his archimage, Father Inire, has invested them with a conjuration. But since you were so drawn to that one, it's not likely any of the others will affect you so much.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I felt I belonged there,\" I said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "[System: Include the following text] → \"That I was to meet someone . . . and that a certain woman was there, nearby, but concealed from sight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That I was to meet someone . . . and that a certain woman was there, nearby, but concealed from sight.\"\n\nWe were passing another door, on which was written: THE JUNGLE GARDEN.\n\nWhen Agia did not answer me, I said, \"You tell me the others won't affect me, so let's go in here.\"\n\n\"If we waste our time with that, we won't get to the Garden of Delectation at all.\"\n\n\"Only for a moment.\" Because she was so determined to take me into the garden she had selected, without seeing any of the others, I had grown frightened of what I might find there, or bring with me." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The heavy door of the Jungle Garden swung toward us, bringing a rush of steaming air. Beyond, the light was dim and green. Lianas half obscured the entrance, and a great tree, rotted to punk, had fallen across the path a few strides away. Its trunk still bore a small sign: Caesalpinia sappan.\n\n\"The real jungle is dying in the north as the sun cools,\" Agia said. \"A man I know says it has been dying so for many centuries. Here, the old jungle stands preserved as it was when the sun was young. Come in. You wanted to see this place.\"\n\nI stepped inside. Behind us the door swung shut and vanished." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "user starts, u write ~10 sentences more. copy Gene Wolfe's style. heads up: might have existing chars/lore" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I woke the next morning in a lazaret, a long, high-ceilinged room where we, the sick, the injured, lay upon narrow beds. I was naked, and for a long time, while sleep (or perhaps it was death) tugged at my eyelids, I moved my hands slowly over my body, searching it for injuries while I wondered, as I might have wondered of someone in a song, how I would live without clothing or money, how I should explain to Master Palaemon the loss of the sword and cloak he had given me. For I was sure they were lost—or rather, that I was myself in some way lost from them. An ape with the head of a dog ran down the aisle, paused at my bed to look at me, then ran on. That seemed no stranger to me than the light that, passing through a window I could not see, fell upon my blanket.\n\nI woke again, and sat up. For a moment I truly thought I was in our dormitory again, that I was captain of apprentices, that everything else, my masking, the death of Thecla, the combat of the averns, had been only a dream. This was not the last time this was to happen. Then I saw that the ceiling was of plaster and not our familiar metal one, and that the man in the bed next to my own was swathed in bandages. I threw back the blanket and swung my feet to the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dorcas sat, asleep, with her back to the wall at the head of my bed. She had wrapped herself in the brown mantle; Terminus Est lay across her lap, the hilt and scabbard-tip protruding from either side of my heaped belongings. I managed to get my boots and hose, my breeches, my cloak, and my belt with its sabretache without waking her, but when I tried to take my sword she murmured and clung to it, so I left it with her.\n\nMany of the sick were awake and stared at me, but none spoke. A door at the end of the room opened onto a flight of steps, and these descended to a courtyard where destriers stamped. For a moment I thought I was dreaming still: the cynocephalus was climbing upon the crenellations of the wall. But it was an animal as real as the champing steeds, and when I threw a bit of rubbish at it, it bared teeth as impressive as Triskele's.\n\nA trooper in a hauberk came out to get something from his saddlebag, and I stopped him and asked where I was. He supposed that I meant in what part of the fortress, and pointed out a turret behind which, he said, was the Hall of Justice; then told me that if I would come with him I could probably get something to eat.\n\nAs soon as he spoke, I realized I was famished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I followed him down a dark hallway into a room much lower and darker than the lazaret, where two or three score dimarchi like himself were bent over a midday meal of fresh bread, beef, and boiled greens." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My new friend advised me to take a plate and tell the cooks I had been instructed to come here for my dinner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I did so, and though they looked a trifle surprised at my fuligin cloak, they served me without objection.\n\nIf the cooks were incurious, the soldiers were curiosity itself. They asked my name, and where I came from, and what my rank was (for they assumed our guild was organized like the military). They asked where my ax was, and when I told them we used the sword, where that was; and when I explained that I had a woman with me who was watching it, they cautioned me that she might run away with it, and then counseled me to carry out bread for her under my cloak, since she would not be permitted to come where we were to eat. I discovered that all the older men had supported women—camp followers of what is perhaps the most useful and least dangerous kind—at one time or another, though few had them now. They had spent the summer before in fighting in the north and had been sent to winter in Nessus, where they served to maintain order. Now they expected to go north again within a week. Their women had returned to their own villages to live with parents or relatives. I asked if the women would not have preferred to follow them south.\n\n\"Prefer it?\" said my friend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course they'd prefer it. But how would they do it? It's one thing to follow cavalry that's fighting its way north with the army, for that doesn't make more than a league or two on the best days, and if it clears three in a week, you can bet it will lose two the next. But how would they keep up on the way back to the city? Fifteen leagues a day. And what would they eat on the way? It's better for them to wait. If a new menagie comes to our old sector, they'll have some new men. Some new girls will come too, and some of the old ones drop out, and it gives everyone a chance to change off if they want. I heard they brought in one of you carnifexes last night, but he was nearly dead himself. Have you been to see him?\"\n\nI said I had not.\n\n\"One of our patrols reported him, and when the chiliarch heard of it he sent them back to bring him, seeing we were sure to need one in a day or so. They swear they didn't touch him, but they had to bring him back on a litter. I don't know if he's one of your comrades, but you might want to take a look.\"\n\nI promised I would, and after thanking the soldiers for their hospitality, left them. I was worried about Dorcas, and their questioning, though it was clearly well meant, had made me uneasy. There were too many things I could not explain—how I had come to be injured, for example, if I had admitted I was the man who had been carried in the night before, and where Dorcas had come from. Not really understanding those things myself bothered me at least as much, and I felt, as we always feel when there is a whole sector of our lives that cannot bear light, that no matter how far the last question had been from one of the forbidden subjects, the next would pierce to the heart of it.\n\nDorcas was awake and standing by my bed, where someone had left a cup of steaming broth. She was so delighted to see me that I felt happy myself, as though joy were as contagious as a pestilence. \"I thought you were dead,\" she told me." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<EMBED THIS>>: \"You didn't notice. You picked it up and it began to curl toward you, slowly, as though it were only half awake. But the other man, the hipparch, couldn't believe what he had seen. He was staring at you, and that woman Agia was shouting to him. And all at once he turned and ran away. The people who were watching didn't want him to, they wanted to see someone killed. So they tried to stop him, and he . . .\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You were gone, and your clothes were gone, and I thought they had taken them to bury you in.\"\n\n\"I'm all right,\" I said. \"What happened last night?\"\n\nDorcas became serious at once. I made her sit on the bed with me and eat the bread I had brought and drink the broth while she answered. \"You remember fighting with the man who wore that strange helmet, I'm sure. You put on a mask and went into the arena with him, although I begged you not to. Almost at once he hit you in the chest, and you fell. I remember seeing the leaf, a horrible thing like a flatworm made of iron, half in your body and turning red as it drank your blood.\"\n\n\"Then it fell away. I don't know how to describe it. It was as though everything I had seen had been wrong. But it wasn't wrong—I remember what I saw. You got up again, and you looked . . . I don't know. As if you were lost, or some part of you was far away. I thought he was going to kill you at once, but the ephor protected you, saying he had to allow you to get your avern. His was quiet, the way yours had been when you pulled it up in that awful place, but yours had begun to writhe and open its flower—I thought it had been open before, the white thing with the swirl of petals, only now I believe I was thinking too much of roses, and it had not been open at all. There was something underneath, something else, a face like the face poison would have, if poison had a face.\"\n\n\"You didn't notice. You picked it up and it began to curl toward you, slowly, as though it were only half awake. But the other man, the hipparch, couldn't believe what he had seen. He was staring at you, and that woman Agia was shouting to him. And all at once he turned and ran away. The people who were watching didn't want him to, they wanted to see someone killed. So they tried to stop him, and he . . .\"\n\nHer eyes were brimming with tears; she turned her head to keep me from seeing them. I said, \"He struck several of them with his avern, and I suppose killed them. Then what happened?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It wasn't just that he struck them. It struck at them, after the first two, like a snake. The ones who were cut with the leaves didn't die at once, they screamed, and some of them ran and fell and got up and ran again, as if they were blind, knocking other people down. And at last a big man struck him from behind and a woman who had been fighting somewhere else came with a braquemar. She cut the avern—not sidewise but down the stem so it split. Then some of the men held the hipparch and I heard her blade clash on his helmet.\"\n\n\"You were just standing there. I wasn't sure you even knew he was gone, and your avern was bending back toward your face. I thought of what the woman had done and hit at it with your sword. It was heavy, so very heavy at first, and then it was hardly heavy at all. But when I slashed down with it I felt as if I could have struck the head from a bison. Only I had forgotten to take off the sheath. But it knocked the avern out of your hand, and I took you and led you away . . .\"\n\n\"Where?\" I asked.\n\nShe shivered and dipped a piece of bread in the steaming broth. \"I don't know. I didn't care. It was just so good to be walking with you, to know I was taking care of you the way you had taken care of me before we got the avern. But I was cold, terribly cold, when night came. I put your cloak all around you and fastened it in front, and you didn't seem to be cold, so I took this mantle and wrapped myself in it. My dress was falling to pieces. It still is.\"\n\nI said, \"I wanted to buy you another one when we were at the inn.\"\n\nShe shook her head, chewing the tough crust. \"Do you know, I think this is the first food I've had in a long, long time. I have pains in my stomach—that's why I drank the wine there—but this makes it feel better. I hadn't realized how weak I was getting.\"\n\n\"But I didn't want a new dress from there because I would have had to wear it for a long time, and it would always have reminded me of that day. You can buy me a dress now, if you like, because it will remind me of this day, when I thought you were dead when you were really well.\"\n\n\"Anyway, we got back into the city somehow. I was hoping to find a place to stop where you could lie down, but there were only big houses with terraces and balustrades. That sort of thing. Some soldiers came galloping up and asked if you were a carnifex. I didn't know the word, but I remembered what you had told me and so I told them you were a torturer, because soldiers have always seemed to me to be a kind of torturer and I knew they would help us. They tried to get you to ride, but you fell off. So some of them tied their capes between two lances and laid you on that, and put the ends of the lances in the stirrup straps of two destriers. One of them wanted to take me up into his saddle, but I wouldn't do it. I walked beside you all the way and sometimes I talked to you, but I don't think you heard me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She drained the last of the broth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now I want to ask you a question. When I was washing myself behind the screen, I could hear you and Agia whispering about a note. Later you were looking for someone in the inn. Will you tell me about that?\"\n\n\"Why didn't you ask before?\"\n\n\"Because Agia was with us. If you had found out anything, I didn't want her to hear what it was.\"\n\n\"I'm sure Agia could discover anything I discovered,\" I said. \"I don't know her well, and in fact I don't feel I know her as well as I know you. But I know her well enough to realize that she's much cleverer than I am.\"\n\nDorcas shook her head again. \"She's the sort of woman who's good at making puzzles for other people, but not at solving ones she didn't make herself. I think she thinks—I don't know—sidewise. So no one else can follow it. She's the kind of woman people say thinks like a man, but those women don't think like real men at all, in fact, they think less like real men than most women do. They just don't think like women. The way they do think is hard to follow, but that doesn't mean it's clear, or deep.\"\n\nI told her about the note, and what it said, and mentioned that although it had been destroyed I had copied it out on the inn's paper and found it to be the same paper, and the same ink.\n\n\"So someone wrote it there,\" she said pensively. \"Probably one of the inn servants, because he called the ostler by name. But what does it mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know.\"\n\n\"I can tell you why it was put where it was. I sat there, on that horn settee, before you sat down. It made me happy, I recall, because you sat beside me. Do you remember if the waiter—he must have carried the note, whether he wrote it or not—put the tray there before I got up to bathe?\"\n\n\"I can remember everything,\" I said, \"except last night. Agia sat in a folding canvas chair, you sat on the couch, that's right, and I sat down beside you. I had been carrying the avern on the pole as well as my sword, and I laid the avern flat behind the couch. The kitchen girl came in with water and towels for you, then she went out and got oil and rags for me.\"\n\nDorcas said, \"We ought to have given her something.\"\n\n\"I gave her an orichalk to bring the screen. That's probably as much as she's paid for a week. Anyway, you went behind it, and a moment later the host led the waiter in with the tray and wine.\"\n\n\"That's why I didn't see it, then. But the waiter must have known where I was sitting, because there was no place else. So he left it under the tray, hoping I'd see it when I came out. What was the first part again?\"\n\n\"'The woman with you has been here before. Do not trust her.'\"\n\n\"It must have been for me. If it had been for you, it would have distinguished between Agia and me, probably by hair color. And if it had been meant for Agia, it would have been out on the other side of the table where she would have seen it instead.\"\n\n\"So you reminded someone of his mother.\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Once more there were tears in her eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're not old enough to have had a child who could have written that note.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't remember,\" she said, and buried her face in the loose folds of the brown mantle." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "STORY CONTINUATION:\nLength: 5 sentences\nMaintain character context\nGenre: scifi, philosophy, science fiction fantasy, far future" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After the Euro-American War there occurred first a century of minor national conflicts, and then a century of strained peace, during which America and China became more and more irksome to each other. At the close of this period the great mass of men were in theory far more cosmopolitan than nationalist, yet the inveterate tribal spirit lurked within each mind, and was ever ready to take possession. The planet was now a delicately organized economic unit, and big business in all lands was emphatically contemptuous of patriotism. Indeed the whole adult generation of the period was consciously and without reserve internationalist and pacifist. Yet this logically unassailable conviction was undermined by a biological craving for adventurous living." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prolonged peace and improved social conditions had greatly reduced the danger and hardship of life, and there was no socially harmless substitute to take the place of war in exercising the primitive courage and anger of animals fashioned for the wild." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Consciously men desired peace, unconsciously they still needed some such gallantry as war afforded. And this repressed combative disposition ever and again expressed itself in explosions of irrational tribalism.\n\nInevitably a serious conflict at last occurred. As usual the cause was both economic and sentimental. The economic cause was the demand for fuel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A century earlier a very serious oil famine had so sobered the race that the League of Nations had been able to impose a system of cosmopolitan control upon the existing oil fields, and even the coal fields." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had also imposed strict regulations as to the use of these invaluable materials." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oil in particular was only to be used for enterprises in which no other source of power would serve. The cosmopolitan control of fuel was perhaps the supreme achievement of the League, and it remained a fixed policy of the race long after the League had been superseded. Yet, by a choice irony of fate, this quite unusually sane policy contributed largely to the downfall of civilization. By means of it, as will later transpire, the end of coal was postponed into the period when the intelligence of the race was so deteriorated that it could no longer cope with such a crisis. Instead of adjusting itself to the novel situation, it simply collapsed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But at the time with which we are at present dealing, means had recently been found of profitably working the huge deposits of fuel in Antarctica. This vast supply unfortunately lay technically beyond the jurisdiction of the World Fuel Control Board. America was first in the field, and saw in Antarctic fuel a means for her advancement, and for her selfimposed duty of Americanizing the planet. China, fearful of Americanization, demanded that the new sources should be brought under the jurisdiction of the Board. For some years feeling had become increasingly violent on this point, and both peoples had by now relapsed into the crude old nationalistic mood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "War began to seem almost inevitable.\n\nThe actual occasion of conflict, however, was, as usual, an accident. A scandal was brought to light about child labour in certain Indian factories. Boys and girls under twelve were being badly sweated, and in their abject state their only adventure was precocious sex. The American Government protested, and in terms which assumed that America was the guardian of the world's morals." }, { "from": "human", "value": "India immediately held up the reform which she had begun to impose, and replied to America as to a busy-body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "America threatened an expedition to set things right, \"backed by the approval of all the morally sensitive races of the earth.\" China now intervened to keep the peace between her rival and her partner, and undertook to see that the evil should be abolished, if America would withdraw her extravagant slanders against the Eastern conscience. But it was too late. An American bank in China was raided, and its manager's severed head was kicked along the street. The tribes of men had once more smelled blood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "War was declared by the West upon the East." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'africa' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of the combatants, Asia, with North Africa, formed geographically the more compact system, but America and her dependents were economically more organized. At the outbreak of war neither side had any appreciable armament, for war had long ago been \"outlawed.\" This fact, however, made little difference; since the warfare of the period could be carried on with great effect simply by the vast swarms of civil aircraft, loaded with poison, high explosives, disease microbes, and the still more lethal \"hypobiological\" organisms, which contemporary science sometimes regarded as the simplest living matter, sometimes as the most complex molecules.\n\nThe struggle began with violence, slackened, and dragged on for a quarter of a century. At the close of this period, Africa was mostly in the hands of America." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Egypt was an uninhabitable no-man's land, for the South Africans had very successfully poisoned the sources of the Nile. Europe was under Chinese military rule. This was enforced by armies of sturdy Central-Asiatics, who were already beginning to wonder why they did not make themselves masters of China also. The Chinese language, with European alphabet, was taught in all schools. In England, however, there were no schools, and no population; for early in the war, an American air-base had been established in Ireland, and England had been repeatedly devastated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Airmen passing over what had been London, could still make out the lines of Oxford Street and the Strand among the green and grey tangle of ruins." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wild nature, once so jealously preserved in national \"beauty spots\" against the incursion of urban civilization, now rioted over the whole island. At the other side of the world, the Japanese islands had been similarly devastated in the vain American effort to establish there an air-base from which to reach the heart of the enemy. So far, however, neither China nor America had been very seriously damaged; but recently the American biologists had devised a new malignant germ, more infectious and irresistible than anything hitherto known. Its work was to disintegrate the highest levels of the nervous system, and therefore to render all who were even slightly affected incapable of intelligent action; while a severe attack caused paralysis and finally death. With this weapon the American military had already turned one Chinese city into a bedlam; and wandering bacilli had got into the brains of several high officials throughout the province, rendering their behaviour incoherent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was becoming the fashion to attribute all one's blunders to a touch of the new microbe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hitherto no effective means of resisting the spread of this plague had been discovered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And as in the early stages of the disease the patient became restlessly active, undertaking interminable and objectless journeys on the flimsiest pretexts, it seemed probable that the \"American madness\" would spread throughout China.\n\nOn the whole, then, the military advantage lay definitely with the Americans; but economically they were perhaps the more damaged, for their higher standard of prosperity depended largely on foreign investment and foreign trade. Throughout the American continent there was now real poverty and serious symptoms of class war, not indeed between private workers and employers, but between workers and the autocratic military governing caste which inevitably war had created. Big business had at first succumbed to the patriotic fever, but had soon remembered that war is folly and ruinous to trade. Indeed upon both sides the fervour of nationalism had lasted only a couple of years, after which the lust of adventure had given place to mere dread of the enemy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For on each side the populace had been nursed into the belief that its foe was diabolic." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'between' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When a quarter of a century had passed since there had been free intercourse between the two peoples, the real mental difference which had always existed between them appeared to many almost as a difference of biological species. Thus in America the Church preached that no Chinaman had a soul. Satan, it was said, had tampered with the evolution of the Chinese race when first it had emerged from the prehuman animal. He had contrived that it should be cunning, but wholly without tenderness. He had induced in it an insatiable sensuality, and wilful blindness toward the divine, toward that superbly masterful energy-for-energy's-sake which was the glory of America." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just as in a prehistoric era the young race of mammals had swept away the sluggish, brutish and demoded reptiles, so now, it was said, young soulful America was destined to rid the planet of the reptilian Mongol." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In China, on the other hand, the official view was that the Americans were a typical case of biological retrogression. Like all parasitic organisms, they had thriven by specializing in one low-grade mode of behaviour at the expense of their higher nature; and now, \"tape-worms of the planet,\" they were starving out the higher capacities of the human race by their frantic acquisitiveness.\n\nSuch were the official doctrines. But the strain of war had latterly produced on each side a grave distrust of its own government, and an emphatic will for peace at any price. The governments hated the peace party even more than each other, since their existence now depended on war." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They even went so far as to inform one another of the clandestine operations of the pacifists, discovered by their own secret service in enemy territory." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thus when at last big business and the workers on each side of the Pacific had determined to stop the war by concerted action, it was very difficult for their representatives to meet." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "SEGMENT CONTINUATION:\nLength: seven sentences\nStyle: Olaf Stapledon\nGenre: scifi, philosophy, science fiction fantasy, far future\nContext: Part of ongoing narrative" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Save for occasional minor local conflicts, easily quelled by the World Police, the race was now a single social unit for some four thousand years. During the first of these millennia material progress at least was rapid, but subsequently there was little change until the final disintegration. The whole energy of man was concentrated on maintaining at a constant pitch the furious routine of his civilization, until, after another three thousand years of lavish expenditure, certain essential sources of power were suddenly exhausted. Nowhere was there the mental agility to cope with this novel crisis. The whole social order collapsed.\n\nWe may pass over the earlier stages of this fantastic civilization, and examine it as it stood just before the fatal change began to be felt.\n\nThe material circumstances of the race at this time would have amazed all its predecessors, even those who were in the true sense far more civilized beings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But to us, the Last Men, there is an extreme pathos and even comicality, not only in this most thorough confusion of material development with civilization, but also in the actual paucity of the vaunted material development itself, compared with that of our own society." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the continents, indeed, were by now minutely artificialized." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Save for the many wild reserves which were cherished as museums and playgrounds, not a square mile of territory was left in a natural state." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nor was there any longer a distinction between agricultural and industrial areas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the continents were urbanized, not of course in the manner of the congested industrial cities of an earlier age, but none the less urbanized. Industry and agriculture interpenetrated everywhere. This was possible partly through the great development of aerial communication, partly through a no less remarkable improvement of architecture. Great advances in artificial materials had enabled the erection of buildings in the form of slender pylons which, rising often to a height of three miles, or even more, and founded a quarter of a mile beneath the ground, might yet occupy a ground plan of less than half a mile across. In section these structures were often cruciform; and on each floor, the centre of the long-armed cross consisted of an aerial landing, providing direct access from the air for the dwarf private aeroplanes which were by now essential to the life of every adult. These gigantic pillars of architecture, prophetic of the still mightier structures of an age to come, were scattered over every continent in varying density. Very rarely were they permitted to approach one another by a distance less than their height; on the other hand, save in the arctic, they were very seldom separated by more than twenty miles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The general appearance of every country was thus rather like an open forest of lopped tree-trunks, gigantic in stature." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clouds often encircled the middle heights of these artificial peaks, or blotted out all but the lower stories." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'artificial' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dwellers in the summits were familiar with the spectacle of a dazzling ocean of cloud, dotted on all sides with steep islands of architecture. Such was the altitude of the upper floors that it was sometimes necessary to maintain in them, not merely artificial heating, but artificial air pressure and oxygen supply.\n\nBetween these columns of habitation and industry, the land was everywhere green or brown with the seasonal variations of agriculture, park, and wild reserve. Broad grey thoroughfares for heavy freight traffic netted every continent; but lighter transport and the passenger services were wholly aerial. Over all the more populous districts the air was ever aswarm with planes up to a height of five miles, where the giant air-liners plied between the continents.\n\nThe enterprise of an already distant past had brought every land under civilization. The Sahara was a lake district, crowded with sun-proud holiday resorts." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'power' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The arctic islands of Canada, ingeniously warmed by directed tropical currents, were the homes of vigorous northerners. The coasts of Antarctica, thawed in the same manner, were permanently inhabited by those engaged in exploiting the mineral wealth of the hinterland.\n\nMuch of the power needed to keep this civilization in being was drawn from the buried remains of prehistoric vegetation, in the form of coal. Although after the foundation of the World State the fuel of Antarctica had been very carefully husbanded, the new supply of oil had given out in less than three centuries, and men were forced to drive their aeroplanes by electricity generated from coal. It soon became evident, however, that even the unexpectedly rich coal-fields of Antarctica would not last for ever. The cessation of oil had taught men a much needed lesson, had made them feel the reality of the power problem. At the same time the cosmopolitan spirit, which was learning to regard the whole race as compatriots, was also beginning to take a broader view temporally, and to see things with the eyes of remote generations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "During the first and sanest thousand years of the World State, there was a widespread determination not to incur the blame of the future by wasting power. Thus not only was there serious economy (the first large-scale cosmopolitan enterprise), but also efforts were made to utilize more permanent sources of power. Wind was used extensively. On every building swarms of windmills generated electricity, and every mountain range was similarly decorated, while every considerable fall of water forced its way through turbines. More important still was the utilization of power derived from volcanos and from borings into the subterranean heat. This, it had been hoped, would solve the whole problem of power, once and for all. But even in the earlier and more intelligent period of the World State inventive genius was not what it had been, and no really satisfactory method was found." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Consequently at no stage of this civilization did volcanic sources do more than supplement the amazingly rich coal seams of Antarctica." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In this region coal was preserved at far greater depths than elsewhere, because, by some accident, the earth's central heat was not here fierce enough (as it was elsewhere) to turn the deeper beds into graphite. Another possible source of power was known to exist in the ocean tides; but the use of this was forbidden by the S.O.S. because, since tidal motion was so obviously astronomical in origin, it had come to be regarded as sacred.\n\nPerhaps the greatest physical achievement of the First World State in its earlier and more vital phase had been in preventive medicine. Though the biological sciences had long ago become stereotyped in respect of fundamental theories, they continued to produce many practical benefits. No longer did men and women have to dread for themselves or those dear to them such afflictions as cancer, tuberculosis, angina pectoris, the rheumatic diseases, and the terrible disorders of the nervous system. No longer were there sudden microbic devastations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No longer was childbirth an ordeal, and womanhood itself a source of suffering." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were no more chronic invalids, no more lifelong cripples. Only senility remained; and even this could be repeatedly alleviated by physiological rejuvenation. The removal of all these ancient sources of weakness and misery, which formerly had lamed the race and haunted so many individuals either with definite terrors or vague and scarcely conscious despond, brought about now a pervading buoyancy and optimism impossible to earlier peoples." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene and character context, and you will continue with six sentences, keeping within the scifi, philosophy, science fiction fantasy, far future genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'first' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The collapse of this first world-civilization was due to the sudden failure of the supplies of coal. All the original fields had been sapped centuries earlier, and it should have been obvious that those more recently discovered could not last for ever. For some thousands of years the main supply had come from Antarctica. So prolific was this continent that latterly a superstition had arisen in the clouded minds of the world-citizens that it was in some mysterious manner inexhaustible. Thus when at last, in spite of strict censorship, the news began to leak out that even the deepest possible borings had failed to reveal further vegetable deposits of any kind, the world was at first incredulous.\n\nThe sane policy would have been to abolish the huge expense of power on ritual flying, which used more of the community's resources than the whole of productive industry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But to believers in Gordelpus such a course was almost unthinkable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moreover it would have undermined the flying aristocracy. This powerful class now declared that the time had come for the release of the secret of divine power, and called on the S.O.S. to inaugurate the new era. Vociferous agitation in all lands put the scientists in an awkward plight. They gained time by declaring that, though the moment of revelation was approaching, it had not yet arrived; for they had received a divine intimation that this failure of coal was imposed as a supreme test of man's faith. The service of Gordelpus in ritual flight must be rather increased than reduced." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Spending a bare minimum of its power on secular matters, the race must concentrate upon religion." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'abolished'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Gordelpus had evidence of their devotion and trust, he would permit the scientists to save them.\n\nSuch was the prestige of science that at first this explanation was universally accepted. The ritual flights were maintained. All luxury trades were abolished, and even vital services were reduced to a minimum. Workers thus thrown out of employment were turned over to agricultural labour; for it was felt that the use of mechanical power in mere tillage must he as soon as possible abolished. These changes demanded far more organizing ability than was left in the race." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Confusion was widespread, save here and there where serious organization was attempted by certain Jews.\n\nThe first result of this great movement of economy and self-denial was to cause something of a spiritual awakening among many who had formerly lived a life of bored ease. This was augmented by the widespread sense of crisis and impending marvels. Religion, which, in spite of its universal authority in this age, had become a matter of ritual rather than of inward experience, began to stir in many hearts, — not indeed as a movement of true worship, but rather as a vague awe, not unmixed with self-importance.\n\nBut as the novelty of this enthusiasm dwindled, and life became increasingly uncomfortable, even the most zealous began to notice with horror that in moments of inactivity they were prone to doubts too shocking to confess. And as the situation worsened, even a life of ceaseless action could not suppress these wicked fantasies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For the race was now entering upon an unprecedented psychological crisis, brought about by the impact of the economic disaster upon a permanently unwholesome mentality." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Each individual, it must be remembered, had once been a questioning child, but had been taught to shun curiosity as the breath of Satan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Consequently the whole race was suffering from a kind of inverted repression, a repression of the intellective impulses. The sudden economic change, which affected all classes throughout the planet, thrust into the focus of attention a shocking curiosity, an obsessive scepticism, which had hitherto been buried in the deepest recesses of the mind.\n\nIt is not easy to conceive the strange mental disorder that now afflicted the whole race, symbolizing itself in some cases by fits of actual physical vertigo. After centuries of prosperity, of routine, of orthodoxy, men were suddenly possessed by a doubt which they regarded as diabolical. No one said a word of it; but in each man's own mind the fiend raised a whispering head, and each was haunted by the troubled eyes of his fellows. Indeed the whole changed circumstances of his life jibed at his credulity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Earlier in the career of the race, this world crisis might have served to wake men into sanity. Under the first pressure of distress they might have abandoned the extravagances of their culture. But by now the ancient way of life was too deeply rooted. Consequently, we observe the fantastic spectacle of a world engaged, devotedly and even heroically, on squandering its resources in vast aeronautical displays, not through single-minded faith in their rightness and efficacy, but solely in a kind of desperate automatism. Like those little rodents whose migration became barred by an encroachment of the sea, so that annually they drowned themselves in thousands, the First Men helplessly continued in their ritualistic behaviour; but unlike the lemmings, they were human enough to be at the same time oppressed by unbelief, an unbelief which, moreover, they dared not recognize.\n\nMeanwhile the scientists were earnestly and secretly delving in the ancient literature of their science, in hope of discovering the forgotten talisman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They undertook also clandestine experiments, but upon a false trail laid by the wily English contemporary of the Discoverer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The main results were, that several researchers were poisoned or electrocuted, and a great college was blown up. This event impressed the populace, who supposed the accident to be due to an overdaring exercise of the divine potency. The misunderstanding inspired the desperate scientists to rig further impressive \"miracles,\" and moreover to use them to dispel the increasing restlessness of hungry industrial workers. Thus when a deputation arrived outside the offices of Cosmopolitan Agriculture to demand more flour for industrialists, Gordelpus miraculously blew up the ground on which they stood, and flung their bodies among the onlookers. When the agriculturists of China struck to obtain a reasonable allowance of electric power for their tillage, Gordelpus affected them with an evil atmosphere. so that they choked and died in thousands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stimulated in this manner by direct divine intervention, the doubting and disloyal elements of the world population recovered their faith and their docility." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so the world jogged on for a while, as nearly as possible as it had done for the last four thousand years, save for a general increase of hunger and ill-health.\n\nBut inevitably, as the conditions of life became more and more severe. docility gave place to desperation. Daring spirits began publicly to question the wisdom, and even the piety, of so vast an expenditure of power upon ritual flight, when prime necessities such as food and clothing were becoming so scarce. Did not this helpless devotion merely ridicule them in the divine eyes? God helps him who helps himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Already the death rate had risen alarmingly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Emaciated and ragged persons were beginning to beg in public places." }, { "from": "human", "value": "in certain districts whole populations were starving, and the Directorate did nothing for them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yet, elsewhere, harvests were being wasted for lack of power to reap them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In all lands an angry clamour arose for the inauguration of the new era." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The scientists were by now panic-stricken. Nothing had come of their researches, and it was evident that in future all wind-and waterpower must be devoted to the primary industries. Even so, there was starvation ahead for many. The President of the Physical Society suggested to the Directorate that ritual flying should at once be reduced by half as a compromise with Gordelpus. Immediately the hideous truth. which few hitherto had dared to admit even to themselves, was blurted out upon the ether by a prominent Jew: the whole hoary legend of the divine secret was a lie, else why were the physicists temporizing?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dismay and rage spread over the planet. Everywhere the people rose against the scientists, amid against the governing authority which they controlled. Massacres and measures of retaliation soon developed into civil wars. China and India declared themselves free national states, but could not achieve internal unity. In America, ever a stronghold of science and religion, the Government maintained its authority for a while; but as its seat became less secure, its methods became more ruthless. Finally it made the mistake of using not merely poison gas, but microbes; and such was the decayed state of medical science that no one could invent a means of restraining their ravages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The whole American continent succumbed to a plague of pulmonary and nervous diseases." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ancient \"American Madness,\" which long ago had been used against China, now devastated America. The great stations of waterpower and wind-power were wrecked by lunatic mobs who sought vengeance upon anything associated with authority. Whole populations vanished in an orgy of cannibalism.\n\nIn Asia and Africa, some semblance of order was maintained for a while. Presently, however, the American Madness spread to these continents also, and very soon all living traces of their civilization vanished.\n\nOnly in the most natural fertile areas of the world could the diseased remnant of a population now scrape a living from the soil. Elsewhere, utter desolation. With easy strides the jungle came hack into its own." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Produce one sentence using the user's text as a seed. Follow the established character context if any exists. Stick to the scifi, philosophy, science fiction fantasy, far future genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ THE FIRST DARK AGE ]" }, { "from": "human", "value": "WE have reached a period in man's history rather less than five thousand years after the life of Newton." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In this chapter we must cover about one hundred and fifteen thousand years, and in the next chapter another ten million years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That will bring us to a point as remotely future from the First World State as the earliest anthropoids were remotely past." }, { "from": "human", "value": "During the first tenth of the first million years after the fall of the World State, during a hundred thousand years, man remained in complete eclipse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not till the close of this span, which we will call the First Dark Age, did he struggle once more from savagery through barbarism into civilization and then his renaissance was relatively brief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From its earliest beginnings to its end, it covered only fifteen thousand years; and in its final agony the planet was so seriously damaged that mind lay henceforth in deep slumber for ten more millions of years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was the Second Dark Age." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Such is the field which we must observe in this and the following chapter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It might have been expected that, after the downfall of the First World State, recovery would have occurred within a few generations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Historians have, indeed, often puzzled over the cause of this surprisingly complete and lasting degradation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Innate human nature was roughly the same immediately after as immediately before the crisis; yet minds that had easily maintained a world-civilization in being, proved quite incapable of building a new order on the ruins of the old." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Far from recovering, man's estate rapidly deteriorated till it had sunk into abject savagery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Many causes contributed to this result, some relatively superficial and temporary, some profound and lasting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It is as though Fate, directing events toward an allotted end, had availed herself of many diverse instruments, none of which would have sufficed alone, though all worked together irresistibly in the same sense." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The immediate cause of the helplessness of the race during the actual crisis of the World State was of course the vast epidemic of insanity and still more widespread deterioration of intelligence, which resulted from the use of microbes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This momentary seizure made it impossible for man to check his downfall during its earliest and least unmanageable stage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Later, when the epidemic was spent, even though civilization was already in ruins, a concerted effort of devotion might yet have rebuilt it on a more modest plan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But among the First Men only a minority had ever been capable of wholehearted devotion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The great majority were by nature too much obsessed by private impulses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And in this black period, such was the depth of disillusion and fatigue, that even normal resolution was impossible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not only man's social structure but the structure of the universe itself, it seemed, had failed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The only reaction was supine despair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four thousand years of routine had deprived human nature of all its suppleness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To expect these things to refashion their whole behaviour, were scarcely less unreasonable than to expect ants, when their nest was flooded, to assume the habits of water beetles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But a far more profound and lasting cause doomed the First Men to lie prone for a long while, once they had fallen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A subtle physiological change, which it is tempting to call \"general senescence of the species,\" was undermining the human body and mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The chemical equilibrium of each individual was becoming more unstable, so that, little by little, man's unique gift of prolonged youth was being lost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Far more rapidly than of old, his tissues failed to compensate for the wear and tear of living." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This disaster was by no means inevitable; but it was brought on by influences peculiar to the make-up of the species, and aggravated artificially." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For during some thousands of years man had been living at too high a pressure in a biologically unnatural environment, and had found no means of compensating his nature for the strain thus put upon it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Conceive, then, that after the fall of the First World State, the generations slid rapidly through dusk into night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To inhabit those centuries was to live in the conviction of universal decay, and under the legend of a mighty past." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The population was derived almost wholly from the agriculturists of the old order, and since agriculture had been considered a sluggish and base occupation, fit only for sluggish natures, the planet was now peopled with yokels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Deprived of power, machinery, and chemical fertilizers, these bumpkins were hard put to it to keep themselves alive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And indeed only a tenth of their number survived the great disaster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The second generation knew civilization only as a legend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their days were filled with ceaseless tillage, and in banding together to fight marauders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Women became once more sexual and domestic chattels." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The family, or tribe of families, became the largest social whole." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Endless brawls and feuds sprang up between valley and valley, and between the tillers and the brigand swarms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Small military tyrants rose and fell; but no permanent unity of control could be maintained over a wide region." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was no surplus wealth to spend on such luxuries as governments and trained armies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thus without appreciable change the millennia dragged on in squalid drudgery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For these latter-day barbarians were hampered by living in a used planet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not only were coal and oil no more, but almost no mineral wealth of any kind remained within reach of their feeble instruments and wits." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In particular the minor metals, needed for so many of the multifarious activities of developed material civilization, had long ago disappeared from the more accessible depths of the earth's crust." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tillage moreover was hampered by the fact that iron itself, which was no longer to be had without mechanical mining, was now inaccessible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Men had been forced to resort once more to stone implements, as their first human ancestors had done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But they lacked both the skill and the persistence of the ancients." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not for them the delicate flaking of the Paleoliths nor the smooth symmetry of the Neoliths." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their tools were but broken pebbles, chipped improvements upon natural stones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On almost every one they engraved the same pathetic symbol, the Swastika or cross, which had been used by the First Men as a sacred emblem throughout their existence, though with varying significance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In this instance it had originally been the figure of an aeroplane diving to destruction, and had been used by the rebels to symbolize the downfall of Gordelpus and the State." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But subsequent generations reinterpreted the emblem as the sign manual of a divine ancestor, and as a memento of the golden age from which they were destined to decline for ever, or until the gods should intervene." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almost one might say that in its persistent use of this symbol the first human species unwittingly epitomized its own dual and self-thwarting nature." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The idea of irresistible decay obsessed the race at this time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The generation which brought about the downfall of the World State oppressed its juniors with stories of past amenities and marvels, and hugged to itself the knowledge that the young men had not the wit to rebuild such complexity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Generation by generation, as the circumstance of actual life became more squalid, the legend of past glory became more extravagant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The whole mass of scientific knowledge was rapidly lost, save for a few shreds which were of practical service even in savage life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fragments of the old culture were indeed preserved in the tangle of folk-lore that meshed the globe, but they were distorted beyond recognition." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thus there was a widespread belief that the world had begun as fire, and that life had evolved out of the fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After the apes had appeared, evolution ceased (so it was said), until divine spirits came down and possessed the female apes, thereby generating human beings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thus had arisen the golden age of the divine ancestors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But unfortunately after a while the beast in man had triumphed over the god, so that progress had given place to agelong decay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And indeed decay was now unavoidable, until such time as the gods should see fit to come down to cohabit with women and fire the race once more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This faith in the second coming of the gods persisted here and there throughout the First Dark Age, and consoled men for their vague conviction of degeneracy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even at the close of the First Dark Age the ruins of the ancient residential pylons still characterized every landscape, often with an effect of senile domination over the hovels of latter-day savages." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'fathers' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the living races dwelt beneath these relics like puny grandchildren playing around the feet of their fathers' once mightier fathers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So well had the past built, and with such durable material, that even after a hundred millennia the ruins were still recognizably artifacts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though for the most part they were of course by now little more than pyramids of debris overgrown with grass and brushwood, most of them retained some stretch of standing wall, and here and there a favoured specimen still reared from its rubble-encumbered base a hundred foot or so of cliff, punctured with windows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fantastic legends now clustered round these relics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In one myth the men of old had made for themselves huge palaces which could fly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a thousand years (an aeon to these savages) men had dwelt in unity, and in reverence of the gods; but at last they had become puffed up with their own glory, and had undertaken to fly to the sun and moon and the field of stars, to oust the gods from their bright home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the gods sowed discord among them, so that they fell a-fighting one another in the upper air, and their swift palaces crashed down to the earth in thousands, to be monuments of man's folly for ever after." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In yet another saga it was the men themselves who were winged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They inhabited dovecots of masonry, with summits overtopping the stars and outraging the gods; who therefore destroyed them." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thus in one form or another, this theme of the downfall of the mighty fliers of old tyrannized over these abject peoples. Their crude tillage, their hunting, their defence against the reviving carnivora, were hampered at every turn by fear of offending the gods by any innovation." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's work on this story segment. I'll provide a part, and you'll continue with three sentences in the style of Olaf Stapledon. This is scifi, philosophy, science fiction fantasy, far future genre and characters might appear without introduction." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the centuries piled up, the human species had inevitably diverged once more into many races in the various geographical areas. And each race consisted of a swarm of tribes, each ignorant of all but its immediate neighbours. After many millennia this vast diversification of stocks and cultures made it possible for fresh biological transfusions and revivifications to occur." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At last, after many racial copulations, a people arose in whom the ancient dignity of humanity was somewhat restored." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once more there was a real distinction between the progressive and the backward regions, between \"primitive\" and relatively enlightened cultures.\n\nThis rebirth occurred in the Southern Hemisphere. Complex climatic changes had rendered the southern part of South America a fit nursery for civilization." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Further, an immense warping of the earth's crust to the east and south of Patagonia, had turned what was once a relatively shallow region of the ocean into a vast new land connecting America with Antarctica by way of the former Falkland Islands and South Georgia, and stretching thence east and north-east into the heart of the Atlantic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It happened also that in South America the racial conditions were more favourable than elsewhere. After the fall of the First World State the European element in this region had dwindled, and the ancient \"Indian\" and Peruvian stock had come into dominance. Many thousands of years earlier, this race had achieved a primitive civilization of its own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After its ruin at the hands of the Spaniards, it had seemed a broken and negligible thing; yet it had ever kept itself curiously aloof in spirit from its conquerors." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'remained' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though the two stocks had mingled inextricably, there remained ever in the remoter parts of this continent a way of life which was foreign to the dominant Americanism. Superficially Americanized, it remained fundamentally \"Indian\" and unintelligible to the rest of the world. Throughout the former civilization this spirit had lain dormant like a seed in winter; but with the return of barbarism it had sprouted, and quietly spread in all directions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the interaction of this ancient primitive culture and the many other racial elements left over in the continent from the old cosmopolitan civilization, civil life was to begin once more. Thus in a manner the Incas were at last to triumph over their conquerors.\n\nVarious causes, then, combined in South America, and especially in the new and virgin plains of Patagonia, to bring the First Dark Age to an end." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The great theme of mind began to repeat itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But in a minor key. For a grave disability hampered the Patagonians. They began to grow old before their adolescence was completed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the days of Einstein, an individual's youth lasted some twenty-five years, and under the World State it had been artificially doubled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After the downfall of civilization the increasing natural brevity of the individual life was no longer concealed by artifice, and at the end of the First Dark Age a boy of fifteen was already settling into middle age. Patagonian civilization at its height afforded considerable ease and security of life, and enabled man to live to seventy or even eighty; but the period of sensitive and supple youth remained at the very best little more than a decade and a half. Thus the truly young were never able to contribute to culture before they were already at heart middle-aged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At fifteen their bones were definitely becoming brittle, their hair grizzled, their faces lined. Their joints and muscles were stiffening, their brains were no longer quick to learn new adjustments, their fervour was evaporating.\n\nIt may seem strange that under these circumstances any kind of civilization could be achieved by the race, that any generation should ever have been able to do more than learn the tricks of its elders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet in fact, though progress was never swift, it was steady. For though these beings lacked much of the vigour of youth, they were compensated somewhat by escaping much of youth's fevers and distractions. The First Men, in fact, were now a race whose wild oats had been sown; and though their youthful escapades had somewhat crippled them, they had now the advantage of sobriety and singleness of purpose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though doomed by lassitude, and a certain fear of extravagance, to fall short of the highest achievements of their predecessors, they avoided much of the wasteful incoherence and mental conflict which had tortured the earlier civilization at its height, though not in its decline." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moreover, because their animal nature was somewhat subdued, the Patagonians were more capable of dispassionate cognition, and more inclined toward intellectualism. They were a people in whom rational behaviour was less often subverted by passion, though more liable to fail through mere indolence or faint-heartedness. Though they found detachment relatively easy, theirs was the detachment of mere lassitude, not the leap from the prison of life's cravings into a more spacious world." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One source of the special character of the Patagonian mind was that in it the sexual impulse was relatively weak. Many obscure causes had helped to temper that lavish sexuality in respect of which the first human species differed from all other animals, even the continuously sexual apes. These causes were diverse, but they combined to produce in the last phase of the life of the species a general curtailment of excess energy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the Dark Age the severity of the struggle for existence had thrust the sexual interest back almost into the subordinate place which it occupies in the animal mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Coitus became a luxury only occasionally desired, while self-preservation had become once more an urgent and ever-present necessity. When at last life began to be easier, sexuality remained in partial eclipse, for the forces of racial \"senescence\" were at work. Thus the Patagonian culture differed in mood from all the earlier cultures of the First Men." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hitherto it had been the clash of sexuality and social taboo that had generated half the fervour and half the delusions of the race. The excess energy of a victorious species, directed by circumstance into the great river of sex, and dammed by social convention, had been canalized for a thousand labours. And though often it would break loose and lay all waste before it, in the main it had been turned to good account." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At all times indeed, it had been prone to escape in all directions and carve out channels for itself, as a lopped tree stump sends forth not one but a score of shoots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hence the richness, diversity, incoherence, violent and uncomprehended cravings and enthusiasms, of the earlier peoples." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the Patagonians there was no such luxuriance. That they were not highly sexual was not in itself a weakness. What mattered was that the springs of energy which formerly happened to flood into the channel of sex were themselves impoverished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Conceive, then, a small and curiously sober people established east of the ancient Bahia Blanca, and advancing century by century over the plains and up the valleys." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In time it reached and encircled the heights which were once the island of South Georgia, while to the north and west it spread into the Brazilian highlands and over the Andes." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'their' 4 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Definitely of higher type than any of their neighbours, definitely more vigorous and acute, the Patagonians were without serious rivals. And since by temperament they were peaceable and conciliatory, their cultural progress was little delayed, either by military imperialism or internal strife. Like their predecessors in the northern hemisphere, they passed through phases of disruption and union, retrogression and regeneration; but their career was on the whole more steadily progressive, and less dramatic, than anything that had occurred before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Earlier peoples had leapt from barbarism to civil life and collapsed again within a thousand years. The slow march of the Patagonians took ten times as long to pass from a tribal to a civic organization.\n\nEventually they comprised a vast and highly organized community of autonomous provinces, whose political and cultural centre lay upon the new coast north-east of the ancient Falkland Islands, while its barbarian outskirts included much of Brazil and Peru." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The absence of serious strife between the various parts of this \"empire\" was due partly to an innately pacific disposition, partly to a genius for organization. These influences were strengthened by a curiously potent tradition of cosmopolitanism, or human unity, which had been born in the agony of disunion before the days of the World State, and was so burnt into men's hearts that it survived as an element of myth even through the Dark Age. So powerful was this tradition, that even when the sailing ships of Patagonia had founded colonies in remote Africa and Australia, these new communities remained at heart one with the mother country. Even when the almost Nordic culture of the new and temperate Antarctic coasts had outshone the ancient centre, the political harmony of the race was never in danger." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "STORY CONTINUATION:\nLength: 5 sentences\nMaintain character context\nGenre: scifi, philosophy, science fiction fantasy, far future" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[ THE FIRST MEN AT BAY ]\n\nBY one of those rare tricks of fortune, which are as often favourable as hostile to humanity, an Arctic exploration ship had recently been embedded in the pack-ice for a long drift across the Polar sea. She was provisioned for four years, and when the catastrophe occurred she had already been at sea for six months. She was a sailing vessel; the expedition had been launched before it was practicable to make use of the new source of power. The crew consisted of twenty-eight men and seven women." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Individuals of an earlier and more sexual race, proportioned thus, in such close proximity and isolation, would almost certainly have fallen foul of one another sooner or later. But to Patagonians the arrangement was not intolerable. Besides managing the whole domestic side of the expedition, the seven women were able to provide moderate sexual delight for all, for in this people the female sexuality was much less reduced than the male. There were, indeed, occasional jealousies and feuds in the little community, but these were subordinated to a strong esprit de corps. The whole company had, of course, been very carefully chosen for comradeship, loyalty, and health, as well as for technical skill." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All claimed descent from the Divine Boy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All were of the governing class." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One quaint expression of the strongly parental Patagonian temperament was that a pair of diminutive pet monkeys was taken with the expedition." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crew's first intimation of the catastrophe was a furious hot wind that melted the surface of the ice. The sky turned black. The Arctic summer became a weird and sultry night, torn by fantastic thunderstorms. Rain crashed on the ship's deck in a continuous waterfall. Clouds of pungent smoke and dust irritated the eyes and nose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Submarine earthquakes buckled the pack-ice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A year after the explosion, the ship was labouring in tempestuous and berg-strewn water near the Pole." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bewildered little company now began to feel its way south; but, as they proceeded, the air became more fiercely hot and pungent, the storms more savage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another twelve months were spent in beating about the Polar sea, ever and again retreating north from the impossible southern weather. But at length conditions improved slightly, and with great difficulty these few survivors of the human race approached their original objective in Norway, to find that the lowlands were a scorched and lifeless desert, while on the heights the valley vegetation was already struggling to establish itself, in patches of sickly green. Their base town had been flattened by a hurricane, and the skeletons of its population still lay in the streets. They coasted further south. Everywhere the same desolation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hoping that the disturbance might be merely local, they headed round the British Isles and doubled back on France." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But France turned out to be an appalling chaos of volcanoes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a change of wind, the sea around them was infuriated with falling debris, often red hot. Miraculously they got away and fled north again. After creeping along the Siberian coast they were at last able to find a tolerable resting place at the mouth of one of the great rivers. The ship was brought to anchor, and the crew rested. They were a diminished company, for six men and two women had been lost on the voyage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Conditions even here must recently have been far more severe, since much of the vegetation had been scorched, and dead animals were frequent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But evidently the first fury of the vast explosion was now abating." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By this time the voyagers were beginning to realize the truth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They remembered the half jocular prophecies that the new power would sooner or later wreck the planet, prophecies which had evidently been all too well founded. There had been a world-wide disaster; and they themselves had been saved only by their remoteness and the Arctic ice from a fate that had probably overwhelmed all their fellow men.\n\nSo desperate was the outlook for a handful of exhausted persons on a devastated planet, that some urged suicide. All dallied with the idea, save a woman, who had unexpectedly become pregnant. In her the strong parental disposition of her race was now awakened, and she implored the party to make a fight for the sake of her child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reminded that the baby would only be born into a life of hardship, she reiterated with more persistence than reason, \"My baby must live.\"\n\nThe men shrugged their shoulders. But as their tired bodies recovered after the recent struggle, they began to realize the solemnity of their position. It was one of the biologists who expressed a thought which was already present to all. There was at least a chance of survival, and if ever men and women had a sacred duty, surely these had, For they were now the sole trustees of the human spirit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At whatever cost of toil and misery they must people the earth again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This common purpose now began to exalt them, and brought them all into a rare intimacy. \"We are ordinary folk,\" said the biologist, \"but somehow we must become great.\" And they were, indeed, in a manner made great by their unique position. In generous minds a common purpose and common suffering breed a deep passion of comradeship, expressed perhaps not in words but in acts of devotion. These, in their loneliness and their sense of obligation, experienced not only comradeship, but a vivid communion with one another as instruments of a sacred cause." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'arctic' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The party now began to build a settlement beside the river. Though the whole area had, of course, been devastated, vegetation had soon revived, from roots and seeds, buried or wind-borne. The countryside was now green with those plants that had been able to adjust themselves to the new climate. Animals had suffered far more seriously. Save for the Arctic fox, a few small rodents, and one herd of reindeer, none were left but the dwellers in the actual Arctic seas, the Polar bear, various cetaceans, and seals." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of fish there were plenty. Birds in great numbers had crowded out of the south, and had died off in thousands through lack of food, but certain species were already adjusting themselves to the new environment. Indeed, the whole remaining fauna and flora of the planet was passing through a phase of rapid and very painful readjustment. Many well-established species had wholly failed to get a footing in the new world, while certain hitherto insignificant types were able to forge ahead.\n\nThe party found it possible to grow maize and even rice from seed brought from a ruined store in Norway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the great heat, frequent torrential rain, and lack of sunlight, made agriculture laborious and precarious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Moreover, the atmosphere had become seriously impure, and the human organism had not yet succeeded in adapting itself. Consequently the party were permanently tired and liable to disease.\n\nThe pregnant woman had died in childbirth, but her baby lived. It became the party's most sacred object, for it kindled in every mind the strong parental disposition so characteristic of Patagonians.\n\nLittle by little the numbers of the settlement were reduced by sickness, hurricanes and volcanic gases." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But in time they achieved a kind of equilibrium with their environment, and even a certain strenuous amenity of life. As their prosperity increased, however, their unity diminished. Differences of temperament began to be dangerous. Among the men two leaders had emerged, or rather one leader and a critic. The original head of the expedition had proved quite incapable of dealing with the new situation, and had at last committed suicide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The company had then chosen the second navigating officer as their chief, and had chosen him unanimously." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other born leader of the party was a junior biologist, a man of very different type." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The relations of these two did much to determine the future history of man, and are worthy of study in themselves; but here we can only glance at them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In all times of stress the navigator's authority was absolute, for everything depended on his initiative and heroic example." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But in less arduous periods, murmurs arose against him for exacting discipline when discipline seemed unnecessary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Between him and the young biologist there grew up a strange blend of hostility and affection; for the latter, though critical, loved and admired the other, and declared that the survival of the party depended on this one man's practical genius." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three years after their landing, the community, though reduced in numbers and in vitality, was well established in a routine of hunting, agri culture and building. Three fairly healthy infants rejoiced and exasperated their elders. With security, the navigator's genius for action found less scope, while the knowledge of the scientists became more valuable. Plant and poultry-breeding were beyond the range of the heroic leader, and in prospecting for minerals he was equally helpless. Inevitably as time passed he and the other navigators grew restless and irritable; and at last, when the leader decreed that the party should take to the ship and explore for better land, a serious dispute occurred." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the sea-farers applauded; but the scientists, partly through clearer understanding of the calamity that had befallen the planet, partly through repugnance at the hardship involved, refused to go.\n\nViolent emotions were aroused; but both sides restrained themselves through well-tried mutual respect and loyalty to the community. Then suddenly sexual passion set a light to the tinder. The woman who, by general consent, had come to be queen of the settlement, and was regarded as sacred to the leader, asserted her independence by sleeping with one of the scientists. The leader surprised them, and in sudden rage killed the young man." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'women' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The little community at once fell into two armed factions, and more blood was shed. Very soon, however, the folly and sacrilege of this brawl became evident to these few survivors of a civilized race, and after a parley a grave decision was made.\n\nThe company was to be divided. One party, consisting of five men and two women, under the young biologist, was to remain in the settlement. The leader himself, with the remaining nine men and two women, were to navigate the ship toward Europe, in search of a better land." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They promised to send word, if possible, during the following year.\n\nWith this decision taken the two parties once more became amicable. All worked to equip the pioneers. When at last it was the time of departure, there was a solemn leave-taking. Every one was relieved at the cessation of a painful incompatibility; but more poignant than relief was the distressed affection of those who had so long been comrades in a sacred enterprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a parting even more momentous than was supposed. For from this act arose at length two distinct human species.\n\nThose who stayed behind heard no more of the wanderers, and finally concluded that they had come to grief. But in fact they were driven West and South-west past Iceland, now a cluster of volcanoes, to Labrador. On this voyage through fantastic storms and oceanic convulsions they lost nearly half their number, and were at last unable to work the ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When finally they were wrecked on a rocky coast, only the carpenter's mate, two women, and the pair of monkeys succeeded in clambering ashore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These found themselves in a climate far more sultry than Siberia; but like Siberia, Labrador contained uplands of luxuriant vegetation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man and his two women had at first great difficulty in finding food, but in time they adapted themselves to a diet of berries and roots. As the years passed, however, the climate undermined their mentality and their descendants sank into abject savagery, finally degenerating into a type that was human only in respect of its ancestry.\n\nThe little Siberian settlement was now hard-pressed but single-minded. Calculation had convinced the scientists that the planet would not return to its normal state for some millions of years; for though the first and superficial fury of the disaster had already ceased, the immense pent-up energy of the central explosions would take millions of years to leak out through volcanic vents. The leader of the party, by rare luck a man of genius, conceived their situation thus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For millions of years the planet would be uninhabitable save for a fringe of Siberian coast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The human race was doomed for ages to a very restricted and uncongenial environment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All that could be hoped for was the persistence of a mere remnant of civilized humanity, which should be able to lie dormant until a more favourable epoch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With this end in view the party must propagate itself, and make some possibility of cultured life for its offspring. Above all it must record in some permanent form as much as it could remember of Patagonian culture. \"We are the germ,\" he said. \"We must play for safety, mark time, preserve man's inheritance. The chances against us are almost overwhelming, but just possibly we shall win through.\"\n\nAnd so in fact they did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Several times almost exterminated at the outset, these few harassed individuals preserved their spark of humanity. A close inspection of their lives would reveal an intense personal drama; for, in spite of the sacred purpose which united them, almost as muscles in one limb, they were individuals of different temperaments. The children, moreover, caused jealousy between their parentally hungry elders, There was ever a subdued, and sometimes an open, rivalry to gain the affection of these young things, these few and precious buds on the human stem. Also there was sharp disagreement about their education. For though all the elders adored them simply for their childishness, one at least, the visionary leader of the party, thought of them chiefly as potential vessels of the human spirit, to be moulded strictly for their great function." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In this perpetual subdued antagonism of aims and temperaments the little society lived from day to day, much as a limb functions in the antagonism of its muscles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The adults of the party devoted much of their leisure during the long winters to the heroic labour of recording the outline of man's whole knowledge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This task was very dear to the leader, but the others often grew weary of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To each person a certain sphere of culture was assigned; and after he or she had thought out a section and scribbled it down on slate, it was submitted to the company for criticism, and finally engraved deeply on tablets of hard stone. Many thousands of such tablets were produced in the course of years, and were stored in a cave which was carefully prepared for them. Thus was recorded something of the history of the earth and of man, the outlines of physics, chemistry, biology, psychology, and geometry. Each scribe set down also in some detail a summary of his own special study, and added a personal manifesto of his own views about existence. Much ingenuity was spent in devising a vast pictorial dictionary and grammar, with which, it was hoped, the remote future might interpret the whole library." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Years passed while this immense registration of human thought was still in progress." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The founders of the settlement grew feebler while the eldest of the next generation were still adolescent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of the two women, one had died and the other was almost a cripple, both martyrs to the task of motherhood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A youth, an infant boy, and four girls of various ages — on these the future of man now depended." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unfortunately these precious beings had suffered from their very preciousness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their education had been bungled." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'their' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had been both pampered and oppressed. Nothing was thought too good for them, but they were overwhelmed with cherishing and teaching. Thus they came to hold the elders at arm's length, and to weary of the ideals imposed on them. Brought into a ruined world without their own consent, they refused to accept the crushing obligation toward an improbable future. Hunting, and the daily struggle of a pioneering age, afforded their spirits full exercise in courage, mutual loyalty, and interest in one another's personality." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They would live for the present only, and for the tangible reality, not for a culture which they knew only by hearsay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In particular, they loathed the hardship of engraving endless verbiage upon granitic slabs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crisis came when the eldest girl had crossed the threshold of physical maturity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The leader told her that it was her duty to begin bearing children at once, and ordered her to have intercourse with her halfbrother, his own son. Having herself assisted at the last birth, which had destroyed her mother, she refused; and when pressed she dropped her graving tool and fled. This was the first serious act of rebellion. In a few years the older generation was deposed from authority. A new way of life, more active, more dangerous, zestful and careless, resulted in a lowering of the community's standard of comfort and organization, but also in greater health and vitality." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Experiments in plant and stock-breeding were neglected, buildings went out of repair; but great feats of hunting and exploration were undertaken." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leisure was given over to games of hazard and calculation, to dancing, singing and romantic story-telling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Music and romance, indeed, were now the main expression of the finer nature of these beings, and became the vehicles of obscure religious experience. The intellectualism of the elders was ridiculed. What could their poor sciences tell of reality, of the many-faced, never-for-amoment-the-same, superbly inconsequent, and ever-living Real? Man's intelligence was all right for hunting and tillage in the world of common sense; but if he rode it further afield, he would find himself in a desert, and his soul would starve. Let him live as nature prompted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Let him keep the young god in his heart alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Let him give free play to the struggling, irrational, dark vitality that sought to realize itself in him not as logic but as beauty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tablets were now engraved only by the aged.\n\nBut one day, after the infant boy had reached the early Patagonian adolescence, his curiosity was roused by the tail-like hind limbs of a seal. The old people timidly encouraged him. He made other biological observations, and was led on to envisage the whole drama of life on the planet, and to conceive loyalty to the cause which they had served.\n\nMeanwhile, sexual and parental nature had triumphed where schooling had failed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The young things inevitably fell in love with each other, and in time several infants appeared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thus, generation by generation, the little settlement maintained itself with varying success, varying zestfulness, and varying loyalty toward the future." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With changing conditions the population fluctuated, sinking as low as two men and one woman, but increasing gradually up to a few thousand, the limit set by the food capacity of their strip of coast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the long run, though circumstances did not prevent material survival, they made for mental decline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For the Siberian coast remained a tropical land bounded on the south by a forest of volcanoes; and consequently in the long run the generations declined in mental vigour and subtlety." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This result was perhaps due in part to too intensive inbreeding; but this factor had also one good effect." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though mental vigour waned, certain desirable characteristics were consolidated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The founders of the group represented the best remaining stock of the first human species." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had been chosen for their hardihood and courage, their native loyalty, their strong cognitive interest. Consequently, in spite of phases of depression, the race not only survived but retained its curiosity and its group feeling. Even while the ability of men decreased, their will to understand, and their sense of racial unity, remained. Though their conception of man and the universe gradually sank into crude myth, they preserved a strong unreasoning loyalty towards the future, and toward the now sacred stone library which was rapidly becoming unintelligible to them. For thousands and even millions of years, after the species had materially changed its nature, there remained a vague admiration for mental prowess, a confused tradition of a noble past, and pathetic loyalty toward a still nobler future. Above all, internecine strife was so rare that it served only to strengthen the clear will to preserve the unity and harmony of the race." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's work on this story segment. I'll provide a part, and you'll continue with three sentences in the style of Olaf Stapledon. This is scifi, philosophy, science fiction fantasy, far future genre and characters might appear without introduction." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To understand how the Martians tricked themselves, and how they were finally undone by their own insane will, we must glance at their history.\n\nThe civilized Martians constituted the sole remaining variety of a species. That species itself, in the remote past, had competed with, and exterminated, many other species of the same general type." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'species' must appear 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aided by the changing climate, it had also exterminated almost all the species of the more terrestrial kind of fauna, and had thereby much reduced the vegetation which it was subsequently to need and foster so carefully. This victory of the species had been due partly to its versatility and intelligence, partly to a remarkable zest in ferocity, partly to its unique powers of radiation and sensitivity to radiation, which enabled it to act with a coordination impossible even to the most gregarious of animals. But, as with other species in biological history, the capacity by which it triumphed became at length a source of weakness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the species reached a stage corresponding to primitive human culture, one of its races, achieving a still higher degree of radiant intercourse and physical unity, was able to behave as a single vital unit; and so it succeeded in exterminating all its rivals." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Racial conflict had persisted for many thousands of years, but as soon as the favoured race had developed this almost absolute solidarity of will, its victory was sweeping, and was clinched by joyous massacre of the enemy.\n\nBut ever afterwards the Martians suffered from the psychological effects of their victory at the close of the epoch of racial wars. The extreme brutality with which the other races had been exterminated conflicted with the generous impulses which civilization had begun to foster, and left a scar upon the conscience of the victors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In self-defence they persuaded themselves that since they were so much more admirable than the rest, the extermination was actually a sacred duty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And their unique value, they said, consisted in their unique radiational development. Hence arose a gravely insincere tradition and culture, which finally ruined the species. They had long believed that the physical basis of consciousness must necessarily be a system of units directly sensitive to ethereal vibrations, and that organisms dependent on the physical contact of their parts were too gross to have any experience whatever." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After the age of the racial massacres they sought to persuade themselves that the excellence, or ethical worth, of any organism depended upon the degree of complexity and unity of its radiation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Century by century they strengthened their faith in this vulgar doctrine, and developed also a system of quite irrational delusions and obsessions based upon an obsessive and passionate lust in radiation.\n\nIt would take too long to tell of all these subsidiary fantasies, and of the ingenious ways in which they were reconciled with the main body of sane knowledge. But one at least must be mentioned, because of the part it played in the struggle with man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Martians knew, of course, that \"solid matter\" was solid by virtue of the interlocking of the minute electromagnetic systems called atoms. Now rigidity had for them somewhat the same significance and prestige that air, breath, spirit, had for early man. It was in the quasi-solid form that Martians were physically most potent; and the maintenance of this form was exhausting and difficult." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These facts combined in the Martian consciousness with the knowledge that rigidity was after all the outcome of interlocked electromagnetic systems." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rigidity was thus endowed with a peculiar sanctity. The superstition was gradually consolidated, by a series of psychological accidents, into a fanatical admiration of all very rigid materials, but especially of hard crystals, and above all of diamonds. For diamonds were extravagantly resistant; and at the same time, as the Martians themselves put it, diamonds were superb jugglers with the ethereal radiation called light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every diamond was therefore a supreme embodiment of the tense energy and eternal equilibrium of the cosmos, and must be treated with reverence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In Mars, all known diamonds were exposed to sunlight on the pinnacles of sacred buildings; and the thought that on the neighbour planet might be diamonds which were not properly treated, was one motive of the invasion.\n\nThus did the Martian mind, unwittingly side-tracked from its true development, fall sick, and strive ever more fanatically toward mere phantoms of its goal. In the early stages of the disorder, radiation was merely regarded as an infallible sign of mentality, and radiative complexity was taken as an infallible measure, merely, of spiritual worth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But little by little, radiation and mentality failed to be distinguished, and radiative organization was actually mistaken for spiritual worth.\n\nIn this obsession the Martians resembled somewhat the First Men during their degenerate phase of servitude to the idea of movement; but with a difference. For the Martian intelligence was still active, though its products were severely censored in the name of the \"spirit of the race.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every Martian was a case of dual personality." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not merely was he sometimes a private consciousness, sometimes the consciousness of the race, but further, even as a private individual he was in a manner divided against himself. Though his practical allegiance to the superindividual was absolute, so that he condemned or ignored all thoughts and impulses that could not be assimilated to the public consciousness, he did in fact have such thoughts and impulses, as it were in the deepest recesses of his being. He very seldom noticed that he was having them, and whenever he did notice it, he was shocked and terrified; yet he did have them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They constituted an intermittent, sometimes almost a continuous, critical commentary on all his more reputable experience." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: which, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was the great tragedy of the spirit on Mars. The Martians were in many ways extremely well equipped for mental progress and for true spiritual adventure, but through a trick of fortune which had persuaded them to prize above all else unity and uniformity, they were driven to thwart their own struggling spirits at every turn.\n\nFar from being superior to the private mind, the public mind which obsessed every Martian was in many ways actually inferior." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had come into dominance in a crisis which demanded severe military coordination; and though, since that remote age, it had made great intellectual progress, it remained at heart a military mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Its disposition was something between that of a field-marshal and the God of the ancient Hebrews. A certain English philosopher once described and praised the fictitious corporate personality of the state, and named it \"Leviathan.\" The Martian superindividual was Leviathan endowed with consciousness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In this consciousness there was nothing but what was easily assimilated and in accord with tradition." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thus the public mind was always intellectually and culturally behind the times. Only in respect of practical social organization did it keep abreast of its own individuals. Intellectual progress had always been initiated by private individuals, and had only penetrated the public mind when the mass of individuals had been privately infected by intercourse with the pioneers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The public consciousness itself initiated progress only in the sphere of social, military, and economic organization." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The novel circumstances which were encountered on the earth put the mentality of the Martians to a supreme test. For the unique enterprise of tackling a new world demanded the extremes of both public and private activity, and so led to agonizing conflicts within each private mind. For, while the undertaking was essentially social and even military, and necessitated very strict coordination and unity of action, the extreme novelty of the new environment demanded all the resources of the untrammelled private consciousness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moreover the Martians encountered much on the earth which made nonsense of their fundamental assumptions." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And in their brightest moments of private consciousness they sometimes recognized this fact." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as Olaf Stapledon. Story might have ongoing characters/plots - work with what's given" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'improvements' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost from the first, vital art had been applied to some extent to man himself, though with hesitation. Certain great improvements had been effected, but only improvements about which there could be no two opinions. The many diseases and abnormalities left over from past civilizations were patiently abolished, and various more fundamental defects were remedied. For instance, teeth, digestion, glandular equipment and the circulatory system were greatly improved. Extreme good health and considerable physical beauty became universal. Child-bearing was made a painless and health-giving process. Senility was postponed. The standard of practical intelligence was appreciably raised. These reforms were made possible by a vast concerted effort of research and experiment supported by the worldcommunity. But private enterprise was also effective, for the relation between the sexes was much more consciously dominated by the thought of offspring than among the First Men. Every individual knew the characteristics of his or her hereditary composition, and knew what kinds of offspring were to be expected from intercourse of different hereditary types. Thus in courtship the young man was not content to persuade his beloved that his mind was destined by nature to afford her mind joyful completion; he sought also to persuade her that with his help she might bear children of a peculiar excellence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Consequently there was at all times going on a process of selective breeding towards the conventionally ideal type." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In certain respects the ideal remained constant for many thousands of years." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It included health, cat-like agility, manipulative dexterity, musical sensitivity, refined perception of rightness and wrongness in the sphere of vital art, and an intuitive practical judgment in all the affairs of life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Longevity, and the abolition of senility, were also sought, and partially attained. Waves of fashion sometimes directed sexual selection toward prowess in combat, or some special type of facial expression or vocal powers. But these fleeting whims were negligible. Only the permanently desired characters were actually intensified by private selective breeding.\n\nBut at length there came a time when more ambitious aims were entertained. The worldcommunity was now a highly organized theocratic hierarchy, strictly but on the whole benevolently ruled by a supreme council of vital priests and biologists. Each individual, down to the humblest agricultural worker, had his special niche in society, allotted him by the supreme council or its delegates, according to his known heredity and the needs of society. This system, of course, sometimes led to abuse, but mostly it worked without serious friction. Such was the precision of biological knowledge that each person's mental calibre and special aptitudes were known beyond dispute, and rebellion against his lot in society would have been rebellion against his own heredity. This fact was universally known, and accepted without regret. A man had enough scope for emulation and triumph among his peers, without indulging in vague attempts to transcend his own nature, by rising into a superior hierarchical order." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This state of affairs would have been impossible had there not been universal faith in the religion of life and the truth of biological science. Also it would have been impossible had not all normal persons been active practitioners of the sacred vital art, upon a plane suited to their capacity. Every individual adult of the rather scanty world-population regarded himself or herself as a creative artist, in however humble a sphere. And in general he, or she, was so fascinated by the work, that he was well content to leave social organization and control to those who were fitted for it. Moreover, at the back of every mind was the conception of society itself as an organism of specialized members. The strong sentiment for organized humanity tended, in this race, to master even its strong egotistical impulses, though not without a struggle.\n\nIt was such a society, almost unbelievable to the First Men, that now set about remaking human nature. Unfortunately there were conflicting views about the goal. The orthodox desired only to continue the work that had for long been on foot; though they proposed greater enterprise and coordination. They would perfect man's body, but upon its present plan; they would perfect his mind, but without seeking to introduce anything new in essence. His physique, percipience, memory, intelligence and emotional nature, should be improved almost beyond recognition; but they must, it was said, remain essentially what they always had been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A second party, however, finally persuaded orthodox opinion to amplify itself in one important respect. As has already been said, the Third Men were prone to phases of preoccupation with the ancient craving for personal immortality. This craving had often been strong among the First Men; and even the Second Men, in spite of their great gift of detachment, had sometimes allowed their admiration for human personality to persuade them that souls must live for ever. The short-lived and untheoretical Third Men, with their passion for living things of all kinds, and all the diversity of vital behaviour, conceived immortality in a variety of manners. In their final culture they imagined that at death all living things whom the Life God approved passed into another world, much like the familiar world, but happier. There they were said to live in the presence of the deity, serving him in untrammelled vital creativeness of sundry kinds.\n\nNow it was believed that communication might occur between the two worlds, and that the highest type of terrestrial life was that which communicated most effectively, and further that the time had now arrived for much fuller revelation of the life to come. It was therefore proposed to breed highly specialized communicants whose office should be to guide this world by means of advice from the other. As among the First Men, this communication with the unseen world was believed to take place in the mediumistic trance. The new enterprise, then, was to breed extremely sensitive mediums, and to increase the mediumistic powers of the average individual.\n\nThere was yet another party, whose aim was very different." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Man, they said, is a very noble organism." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We have dealt with other organisms so as to enhance in each its noblest attributes. It is time to do the same with man. What is most distinctive in man is intelligent manipulation, brain and hand. Now hand is really outclassed by modern mechanisms, but brain will never be outclassed. Therefore we must breed strictly for brain, for intelligent coordination of behaviour. All the organic functions which can be performed by machinery, must be relegated to machinery, so that the whole vitality of the organism may be devoted to brain-building and brain-working. We must produce an organism which shall be no mere bundle of relics left over from its primitive ancestors and precariously ruled by a glimmer of intelligence. We must produce a man who is nothing but man. When we have done this we can, if we like, ask him to find out the truth about immortality. And also, we can safely surrender to him the control of all human affairs.\n\nThe governing caste were strongly opposed to this policy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They declared that, if it succeeded, it would only produce a most inharmonious being whose nature would violate all the principles of vital aesthetics." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Man, they said, was essentially an animal, though uniquely gifted. His whole nature must be developed, not one faculty at the expense of others. In arguing thus, they were probably influenced partly by the fear of losing their authority; but their arguments were cogent, and the majority of the community agreed with them. Nevertheless a small group of the governors themselves were determined to carry through the enterprise in secret.\n\nThere was no need of secrecy in breeding communicants. The world state encouraged this policy and even set up institutions for its pursuit." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "2 sentences sentences. same character feel. fantasy, romance, dystopia stuff." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Mask saunters through the gate, big hands loose at his sides. The strange metal of his namesake clings to him from forehead to jaw like silver paint, revealing every feature of his face, from the thin eyebrows to the hard angles of his cheekbones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His copper-plated armor molds to his muscles, emphasizing the power in his body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A passing wind billows his black cape, and he looks around the backyard like he's arrived at a garden party. His pale eyes find me, slide up my form, and settle on my face with a reptile's flat regard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aren't you a pretty one,\" he says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I yank at the ragged hem of my shift, wishing desperately for the shapeless, ankle-length skirt I wear during the day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Mask doesn't even twitch. Nothing in his face tells me what he's thinking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But I can guess.\n\nDarin steps in front of me and glances at the fence, as if gauging the time it will take to reach it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm alone, boy.\" The Mask addresses Darin with all the emotion of a corpse. \"The rest of the men are in your house. You can run if you like.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He moves away from the gate. \"But I insist you leave the girl.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darin raises the knife.\n\n\"Chivalrous of you,\" the Mask says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he strikes, a flash of copper and silver lightning out of an empty sky. In the time it takes me to gasp, the Mask has shoved my brother's face into the sandy ground and pinned his writhing body with a knee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nan's knife falls to the dirt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A scream erupts from me, lonely in the still summer night. Seconds later, a scimpoint pricks my throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't even see the Mask draw the weapon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Quiet,\" he says. \"Arms up. Now get inside.\"\n\nThe Mask uses one hand to yank Darin up by the neck and the other to prod me on with his scim." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My brother limps, face bloodied, eyes dazed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he struggles, a fish on a hook, the Mask tightens his grip.\n\nThe back door of the house opens, and a red-caped legionnaire comes out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The house is secure, Commander.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Mask shoves Darin at the soldier. \"Bind him up. He's strong.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he grabs me by the hair, twisting until I cry out.\n\n\"Mmm.\" He bends his head to my ear, and I cringe, my terror caught in my throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've always loved dark-haired girls.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wonder if he has a sister, a wife, a woman. But it wouldn't matter if he did." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To him, I'm not someone's family." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm just a thing to be subdued, used, and discarded. The Mask drags me down the hallway to the front room as casually as a hunter drags his kill." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fight, I tell myself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fight. But as if he senses my pathetic attempts at bravery, his hand squeezes, and pain lances through my skull. I sag and let him pull me along." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Legionnaires stand shoulder-to-shoulder in the front room amid upturned furniture and broken bottles of jam." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Trader won't get anything now.> So many days spent over steaming kettles, my hair and skin smelling of apricot and cinnamon. So many jars, steamed and dried, filled and sealed. Useless. All useless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lamps are lit, and Nan and Pop kneel in the middle of the floor, their hands bound behind their backs. The soldier holding Darin shoves him to the ground beside them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shall I tie up the girl, sir?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another soldier fingers the rope at his belt, but the Mask leaves me between two burly legionnaires.\n\n\"She's not going to cause any trouble.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stabs at me with those eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you?\" I shake my head and shrink back, hating myself for being such a coward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I reach for my mother's tarnished armlet, wrapped around my bicep, and touch the familiar pattern for strength. I find none." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mother would have fought. She'd have died rather than face this humiliation.But I can't make myself move." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My fear has ensnared me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A legionnaire enters the room, his face more than a little nervous." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not here, Commander.\"\n\nThe Mask looks down at my brother. \"Where's the sketchbook?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Darin stares straight ahead, silent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His breath is low and steady, and he doesn't seem dazed anymore. In fact, he's almost composed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Mask gestures, a small movement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the legionnaires lifts Nan by her neck and slams her frail body against a wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nan bites her lip, her eyes sparking blue. Darin tries to rise, but another soldier forces him down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Mask scoops up a shard of glass from one of the broken jars. His tongue flickers out like a snake's as he tastes the jam." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shame it's all gone to waste.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He caresses Nan's face with the edge of the shard. \"You must have been beautiful once. Such eyes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turns to Darin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shall I carve them out of her?\"\n\n\"It's outside the small bedroom window. In the hedge.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I can't manage more than a whisper, but the soldiers hear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Mask nods, and one of the legionnaires disappears into the hallway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darin doesn't look at me, but I feel his dismay. <Why did you tell me to hide it,> I want to cry out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Why did you bring the cursed thing home?>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The legionnaire returns with the book. For unending seconds, the only sound in the room is the rustling of pages as the Mask flips through the sketches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the rest of the book is anything like the page I found, I know what the Mask will see: Martial knives, swords, scabbards, forges, formulas, instructions—things no Scholar should know of, let alone re-create on paper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How did you get into the Weapons Quarter, boy?\" The Mask looks up from the book." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Has the Resistance been bribing some Plebeian drudge to sneak you in?\"\n\nI stifle a sob." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Half of me is relieved Darin's no traitor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The other half wants to rage at him for being such a fool. Association with the Scholars' Resistance carries a death sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I got myself in,\" my brother says. \"The Resistance had nothing to do with it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You were seen entering the catacombs last night after curfew\"—the Mask almost sounds bored—\"in the company of known Scholar rebels.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Last night, he was home well before curfew,\" Pop speaks up, and it is strange to hear my grandfather lie. But it makes no difference." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Mask's eyes are for my brother alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man doesn't blink as he reads Darin's face the way I'd read a book.\n\n\"Those rebels were taken into custody today,\" the Mask says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One of them gave up your name before he died. What were you doing with them?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They followed me.\" Darin sounds so calm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like he's done this before. Like he's not afraid at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd never met them before.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And yet they knew of your book here. Told me all about it. How did they learn of it? What did they want from you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know.\"\n\nThe Mask presses the shard of glass deep into the soft skin below Nan's eye, and her nostrils flare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A trickle of blood traces a wrinkle down her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darin draws a sharp breath, the only sign of strain. \"They asked for my sketchbook,\" he says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I said no. I swear it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And their hideout?\"\n\n\"I didn't see. They blindfolded me. We were in the catacombs.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where in the catacombs?\"\n\n\"I didn't see. They blindfolded me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Mask eyes my brother for a long moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I don't know how Darin can remain unruffled beneath that gaze." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're prepared for this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smallest bit of surprise creeps into the Mask's voice. \"Straight back. Deep breathing. Same answers to different questions. Who trained you, boy?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Darin doesn't answer, the Mask shrugs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A few weeks in prison will loosen your tongue.\" Nan and I exchange a frightened glance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If Darin ends up in a Martial prison, we'll never see him again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'll spend weeks in interrogation, and after that they'll either sell him as a slave or kill him.\n\n\"He's just a boy,\" Pop speaks slowly, as if to an angry patient. \"Please—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Steel flashes, and Pop drops like a stone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Mask moves so swiftly that I don't understand what he has done. Not until Nan rushes forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not until she lets out a shrill keen, a shaft of pure pain that brings me to my knees.\n\n<Pop. Skies, not Pop.> A dozen vows sear themselves into my mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<I'll never disobey again, I'll never do anything wrong, I'll never complain about my work, if only Pop lives.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Nan tears her hair and screams, and if Pop was alive, he'd never let her go on like that. He wouldn't have been able to bear it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Darin's calm is sheared away as if by a scythe, his face blanched with a horror I feel down to my bones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nan stumbles to her feet and takes one tottering step toward the Mask. He reaches out to her, as if to put his hand on her shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The last thing I see in my grandmother's eyes is terror." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then the Mask's gauntleted wrist flashes once, leaving a thin red line across Nan's throat, a line that grows wider and redder as she falls.\n\nHer body hits the floor with a thud, her eyes still open and shining with tears as blood pours from her neck and into the rug we knotted together last winter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sir,\" one of the legionnaires says. \"An hour until dawn.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get the boy out of here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Mask doesn't give Nan a second glance. \"And burn this place down.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turns to me then, and I wish I could fade like a shadow into the wall behind me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wish for it harder than I've ever wished for anything, knowing all the while how foolish it is." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The soldiers flanking me grin at each other as the Mask takes a slow step in my direction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He holds my gaze as if he can smell my fear, a cobra enthralling its prey." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<No, please, no. Disappear, I want to disappear.>\n\nThe Mask blinks, some foreign emotion flickering across his eyes—surprise or shock, I can't tell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It doesn't matter. Because in that moment, Darin leaps up from the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While I cowered, he loosened his bindings. His hands stretch out like claws as he lunges for the Mask's throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His rage lends him a lion's strength, and for a second he is every inch our mother, honey hair glowing, eyes blazing, mouth twisted in a feral snarl.\n\nThe Mask backs into the blood pooled near Nan's head, and Darin is on him, knocking him to the ground, raining down blows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The legionnaires stand frozen in disbelief and then come to their senses, surging forward, shouting and swearing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Darin pulls a dagger free from the Mask's belt before the legionnaires tackle him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Laia!\" my brother shouts. \"Run—\"\n\n<Don't run, Laia. Help him. Fight.>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I think of the Mask's cold regard, of the violence in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<I've always loved dark-haired girls.> He will rape me. Then he will kill me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I shudder and back into the hallway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one stops me. No one notices.\n\n\"Laia!\" Darin cries out, sounding like I've never heard him. Frantic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Trapped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He told me to run, but if I screamed like that, he would come. He would never leave me. I stop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Help him, Laia,> a voice orders in my head. <Move.>\n\nAnd another voice, more insistent, more powerful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<You can't save him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Do what he says. Run.>\n\nFlame flickers at the edge of my vision, and I smell smoke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the legionnaires has started torching the house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In minutes, fire will consume it.\n\n\"Bind him properly this time and get him into an interrogation cell.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Mask removes himself from the fray, rubbing his jaw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he sees me backing down the hallway, he goes strangely still." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reluctantly, I meet his eyes, and he tilts his head.\n\n\"Run, little girl,\" he says." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My brother is still fighting, and his screams slice right through me. I know then that I will hear them over and over again, echoing in every hour of every day until I am dead or I make it right. I know it.\n\nAnd still, I run." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "2 sentences sentences. same character feel. fantasy, romance, dystopia stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Commandant of Blackcliff Military Academy.\n\nMy curiosity for the spy mission withers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Empire trains the Masks at Blackcliff—Masks like the one who murdered my family and stole my brother. The school sprawls atop Serra's eastern cliffs like a colossal vulture, a jumble of austere buildings enclosed by a black granite wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one knows what happens behind that wall, how the Masks train, how many there are, how they are chosen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every year, a new class of Masks leaves Blackcliff, young, savage, and deadly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a Scholar—especially a girl—Blackcliff is the most dangerous place in the city." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mazen goes on. \"She lost her personal slave—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The girl threw herself off the cliffs a week ago,\" Keenan retorts, defying Mazen's glare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's the third slave to die in the Commandant's service this year.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Quiet,\" Mazen says. \"I won't lie to you, Laia. The woman's unpleasant—\"\n\n\"She's insane,\" Keenan says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They call her the Bitch of Blackcliff. You won't survive the Commandant. The mission will fail.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mazen's fist comes down on the table. Keenan doesn't flinch.\n\n\"If you can't keep your mouth shut,\" the Resistance leader growls, \"then leave.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tariq's jaw drops as he looks between the two men. Sana, meanwhile, watches Keenan with a thoughtful expression." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Others in the cavern stare too, and I get the feeling that Keenan and Mazen don't disagree very often." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Keenan scrapes his chair back and leaves the table, disappearing into the muttering crowd behind Mazen.\n\n\"You're perfect for the job, Laia,\" Mazen says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have all the skills the Commandant would expect from a house slave. She'll assume you're illiterate. And we have the means to get you in.\"\n\n\"What happens if I'm caught?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're dead.\" Mazen looks me straight in the eye, and I feel a bitter appreciation for his honesty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Every spy we've sent to Blackcliff has been discovered and killed. This isn't a mission for the fainthearted.\"\n\nI almost want to laugh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't have picked a worse person for it. \"You're not doing a very good job selling it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't have to sell it,\" Mazen says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We can find your brother and break him out. You can be our eyes and ears in Blackcliff. A simple exchange.\"\n\n\"You trust me to do this?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I ask. \"You hardly know me.\"\n\n\"I knew your parents. That's enough for me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mazen.\" Tariq speaks up. \"She's just a girl. Surely we don't need to—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She invoked Izzat, \" Mazen says." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But Izzat means more than freedom. It means more than honor. It means courage. It means proving yourself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's right,\" I say. If the Resistance is going to help me, I can't have the fighters thinking I'm weak." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'doesn't' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A glimmer of red catches my eye, and I look across the cavern to where Keenan leans against a bunk watching me, his hair like fire in the torchlight. He doesn't want me to take this mission because he doesn't want to risk the men to save Darin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I put a hand to my armlet. <Be brave, Laia.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I turn to Mazen. \"If I do this, you'll find Darin? You'll break him out of jail?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have my word. It won't be hard to locate him. He's not a Resistance leader, so it's not as if they'll send him to Kauf.\" Mazen snorts, but mention of the infamous northern prison sends a chill across my skin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kauf's interrogators have one goal: to make inmates suffer as much as possible before they die." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My parents died in Kauf." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My sister, only twelve at the time, died there too.\n\n\"By the time you make your first report,\" Mazen says, \"I'll be able to tell you where Darin is. When your mission is complete, we'll break him out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And after?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We pry your slaves' cuffs off and pull you out of the school. We can make it look like a suicide, so you're not hunted. You can join us, if you like. Or we can arrange passage to Marinn for you both.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Marinn. The free lands.> What I wouldn't give to escape there with my brother, to live in a place with no Martials, no Masks, no Empire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But first I have to survive a spy mission." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I have to survive Blackcliff.\n\nAcross the cavern, Keenan shakes his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the fighters around me nod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<This is Izzat,> they seem to say. I fall silent, as if considering, but my decision is made the second I realize that going to Blackcliff is the only way to get Darin back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll do it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good.\" Mazen doesn't sound surprised, and I wonder if he knew all along that I would say yes. He raises his voice so it carries." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Keenan will be your handler.\"\n\nAt this, the younger man's face goes, if possible, even darker." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He presses his lips together as if to keep from speaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Her hands and feet are cut up,\" Mazen says. \"See to her injuries, Keenan, and tell her what she needs to know. She leaves for Blackcliff tonight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mazen leaves, trailed by members of his faction, while Tariq claps me on the shoulder and wishes me luck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His allies pepper me with advice: <Never go looking for your handler." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'almost' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Don't trust anyone.> They only wish to help, but it's overwhelming, and when Keenan cuts through the crowd to retrieve me, I'm almost relieved.\n\nAlmost. He jerks his head to a table in the corner of the cavern and walks off without waiting for me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A glint of light near the table turns out to be a small spring." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keenan fills two tubs with water and a powder I recognize as tanroot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sets one tub on the table and one on the floor.\n\nI scrub my hands and feet clean, wincing as the tanroot sinks into the scrapes I picked up in the catacombs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Keenan watches silently. Beneath his scrutiny, I am ashamed at how quickly the water turns black with muck—and then angry at myself for being ashamed.\n\nWhen I'm done, Keenan sits at the table across from me and takes my hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm expecting him to be brusque, but his hands are—not gentle, exactly, but not callous, either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As he examines my cuts, I think of a dozen questions I could ask him, none of which will make him think that I'm strong and capable instead of childish and petty. <Why do you seem to hate me?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What did I do to you?>\n\n\"You shouldn't be doing this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He rubs a numbing ointment on one of the deeper cuts, keeping his attention fixed on my wounds. \"This mission.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<You've made that clear, you jackass.> \"I won't let Mazen down. I'll do what I have to.\"\n\n\"You'll try, I'm sure.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm stung at his bluntness, though by now it should be clear that he has no faith in me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The woman's a savage. The last person we sent in—\"\n\n\"Do you think I want to spy on her?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I burst out. He looks up, surprise in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't have a choice. Not if I want to save the only family I have left. So just—\" Shut it, I want to say. \"Just don't make this harder.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something like embarrassment crosses his face, and he regards me with a tiny bit less scorn. \"I'm... sorry.\" His words are reluctant, but a reluctant apology is better than none at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I nod jerkily and realize that his eyes are not blue or green but a deep chestnut brown." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<You're noticing his eyes, Laia. Which means you're staring into them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Which means you need to stop.> The smell of the salve stings my nostrils, and I wrinkle my nose.\n\n\"Are you using twin-thistle in this salve?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I ask. At his shrug, I pull the bottle from him and take another sniff. \"Try ziberry next time. It doesn't smell like goat dung, at least.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keenan raises a fiery eyebrow and wraps one of my hands with gauze." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know your remedies. Useful skill. Your grandparents were healers?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My grandfather.\" It hurts to speak of Pop, and I pause a long while before going on. \"He started training me formally a year and a half ago. I mixed his remedies before that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you like it? Healing?\"\n\n\"It's a trade.\" Most Scholars who aren't enslaved work menial jobs—as farmhands or cleaners or stevedores—backbreaking labor for which they're paid next to nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm lucky to have one. Though, when I was little, I wanted to be a Kehanni.\"\n\nKeenan's mouth curves into the barest smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is a small thing, but it transforms his entire face and lightens the weight on my chest.\n\n\"A Tribal tale-spinner?\" he says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't tell me you believe in myths of jinn and efrits and wraiths that kidnap children in the night?\"\n\n\"No.\" I think of the raid. Of the Mask." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My lightness melts away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't need to believe in the supernatural. Not when there's worse that roams the night.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He goes still, a sudden stillness that draws my eyes up and into his. My breath hitches at what I see laid bare in his gaze: a wrenching knowledge, a bitter understanding of pain that I know well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here's someone who has walked paths as dark as mine. Darker, maybe.\n\nThen coldness descends over his face, and his hands are moving again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Right,\" he says. \"Listen carefully. Today was graduation day at Blackcliff. But we've just learned that this year's ceremony was different. Special.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tells me of the Trials and the four Aspirants. Then he gives me my mission." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We need three pieces of information. We need to know what each Trial is, where it's taking place, and when. And we need to know this before each Trial begins, not after.\"\n\nI have a dozen questions, but I don't ask, knowing he'll just think me more foolish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How long will I be in the school?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keenan shrugs and finishes bandaging my hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We know next to nothing about the Trials,\" he says." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I can't imagine it will take more than a few weeks—a month, at most.\"\n\n\"Do you—do you think Darin will last that long?\"\n\nKeenan doesn't answer." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "2 sentences sentences. same character feel. fantasy, romance, dystopia stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite the slaver's warning to keep my head down, I gaze at the school with sick wonder. Night blends into the gray of the stone until I can't tell where the shadows end and the buildings of Blackcliff begin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blue-fire lamps make even the bare, sand training fields of the school seem ghostly. In the distance, moonlight glimmers off the columns and arches of a dizzyingly high amphitheater." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blackcliff's students are on leave, and the scrape of my sandals is the only sound to break the sinister quiet of the place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every hedge is squared as if by a plane, every path is neatly paved without a crack in sight. There are no flowers or blooming vines crawling up the buildings, no benches where students can relax." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Face forward,\" the slaver barks. \"Eyes down.\"\n\nWe head for a structure crouching on the lip of the southern cliffs like a black toad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's built of the same brooding granite as the rest of the school." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Commandant's house. A sea of sand dunes stretches below the cliffs, lifeless and unforgiving." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Far beyond the dunes, the blue jags of the Serran Range cut into the horizon.\n\nA diminutive slave-girl opens the front door of the house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The first thing I notice is her eyepatch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<She'll disfigure you in the first few weeks,> the slaver had said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Will the Commandant take my eye too?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Doesn't matter.>I reach for my armlet. <It's for Darin. All for Darin.>" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The inside of the house is as gloomy as a dungeon, the smattering of candles providing little illumination against the dark stone walls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I look around, glimpsing the simple, almost monkish furnishings of a dining room and sitting room before the slaver grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls on it so hard I think my neck will break. A knife appears in his hand, its tip caressing my eyelashes. The slave-girl winces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You look up one more time,\" the slaver says, his hot breath foul in my face, \"I'll carve out your eyes. Understand?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My eyes water, and at my rapid nod, he releases me.\n\n\"Stop blubbering,\" he says as the slave leads us upstairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Commandant would rather put a scim through you than deal with tears, and I didn't spend one hundred eighty marks just to throw your corpse to the vultures.\"\n\nThe slave-girl leads us to a door at the end of a hallway, straightening her already perfectly pressed black dress before knocking softly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A voice orders us to enter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the slaver pushes the door open, I get a glimpse of a heavily curtained window, a desk, and a wall of hand-drawn faces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then I remember the slaver's knife and pin my eyes to the floor.\n\n\"It took you long enough,\" a soft voice greets us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Forgive me, Commandant,\" the slaver says. \"My supplier—\"\n\n\"Silence.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The slaver swallows. His hands rasp like a snake's coils as he rubs them together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stand perfectly still." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Is the Commandant looking at me? Examining me?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I try to look beaten and obedient, the way I know Martials like Scholars to look.\n\nA second later, she is before me, and I jump, surprised at how silently she's come around her desk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She's smaller than I expect—shorter than me and reed-slim. Almost delicate. If not for the mask, I might mistake her for a child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her uniform is pressed to perfection, and her pants are tucked into mirror-bright black boots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every button of her ebony shirt gleams with the shimmer of a serpent's eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look at me,\" she says. I force myself to obey, instantly paralyzed as I meet her gaze." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Looking into her face is like looking at the flat, smooth surface of a gravestone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There isn't a shred of humanity in her gray eyes, nor any evidence of kindness in the planes of her masked features." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A spiral of faded blue ink curls up the left side of her neck—a tattoo of some kind.\n\n\"What is your name, girl?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Laia.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My head is jerked to one side, my cheek on fire before I even realize she's struck me. Tears spring to my eyes at the sharpness of the slap, and I dig my nails into my thigh to keep from running." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wrong,\" the Commandant informs me. \"You have no name. No identity. You are a slave. That is all you are. That is all you will ever be.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'slaver' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turns to the slaver to discuss payment. My face is still smarting when the slaver unhooks my collar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before walking out, he pauses." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"May I offer you my congratulations, Commandant?\"\n\n\"On what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"On the naming of the Aspirants. It's all over the city. Your son—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get out,\" the Commandant says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turns her back on the startled slaver, who quickly retreats, and settles her gaze on me. This thing actually spawned?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What kind of demon had she whelped? I shudder, hoping I never find out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The silence lengthens, and I remain still as a post, too afraid to even blink." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two minutes with the Commandant and she's already cowed me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Slave,\" she says. \"Look behind me.\"\n\nI look up, and the peculiar impression of faces I'd gotten when I first walked in resolves itself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The wall behind the Commandant is covered with wood-framed posters of men and women, old and young." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There are dozens, row after row.\n\nWANTED:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "REBEL SPY... SCHOLAR THIEVES... RESISTANCE HENCHMAN...\n\nREWARD: 250 MARKS... 1,000 MARKS." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"These are the faces of every Resistance fighter I've hunted down, every Scholar I've jailed and executed, most before my tenure as Commandant. Some after.\"\n\nA paper cemetery. The woman is sick. I look away." }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'resistance' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will tell you the same thing I tell every slave brought into Blackcliff. The Resistance has tried to penetrate this school countless times. I have discovered it every time. If you are working with the Resistance, if you contact them, if you think of contacting them, I will know and I will destroy you. Look.\"\n\nI do as she asks, trying to ignore the faces and letting the images and words fade into a blur." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But then I see two faces that will not fade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two faces that, however poorly rendered, I could never ignore. Shock courses through me slowly, as if my body is fighting it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As if I don't want to believe what I see.\n\nMIRRA AND JAHAN OF SERRA" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "RESISTANCE LEADERS\n\nTOP PRIORITY" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "DEAD OR ALIVE\n\nREWARD: 10,000 MARKS" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nan and Pop never told me who destroyed my family. <A Mask,> they said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Does it matter which one?> And here she is." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This is the woman who crushed my parents under her steel-bottomed boot, who brought the Resistance to its knees by killing the greatest leaders it ever had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How did she do it? How, when my parents were such masters of concealment that few knew what they looked like, let alone how to find them?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<The traitor.> Someone swore allegiance to the Commandant. Someone my parents trusted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Did Mazen know he was sending me into the lair of my parents' murderer?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He's a stern man, but he doesn't seem like a willfully cruel one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you cross me\"—the Commandant holds my eyes relentlessly—\"you'll join the faces on that wall. Do you understand?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ripping my gaze from my parents, I nod, trembling in my struggle not to allow my body to betray my shock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "My words are a strangled whisper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I understand.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good.\" She goes to the door and pulls on a cord." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moments later, the one-eyed girl appears to escort me downstairs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Commandant closes the door behind me, and anger rises in me like a sickness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I want to turn around and attack the woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I want to scream at her. <You killed my mother, who had a lion's heart, and my sister, who laughed like the rain, and my father, who captured truth with a few strokes of a pen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You took them from me. You took them from this world.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But I don't turn back. Darin's voice comes to me again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Save me, Laia. Remember why you're here. To spy.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Skies. I didn't notice anything in the Commandant's office except for her wall of death. The next time I go in, I have to pay closer attention." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She doesn't know I can read." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I might learn something just by glancing at the papers on her desk.\n\nMy mind occupied, I barely hear the feather-light whisper of the girl as it drifts past my ear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you all right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though she is only a few inches smaller than me, she seems tiny somehow, her stick-thin body swimming in her dress, her face pinched and frightened, like that of a starved mouse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A morbid part of me wants to ask her how she lost her eye.\n\n\"I'm fine,\" I say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't think I got on her good side, though.\"\n\n\"She doesn't have a good side.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That's clear enough. \"What's your name?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I—I don't have a name,\" the girl says." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"None of us do.\"\n\nHer hand strays to her eyepatch, and I suddenly feel sick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Is that what happened to this girl?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She told someone her name and she had her eye gouged out?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Be careful,\" she says softly. \"The Commandant sees things. Knows things she shouldn't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl hurries ahead of me, as if wishing to physically escape the words she's just spoken. \"Come, I'm supposed to take you to Cook.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We make our way to the kitchen, and as soon as I walk in, I feel better. The space is wide, warm, and well lit, with a giant hearth and stove squatting in one corner and a wooden worktable sprawled in the center." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The roof drips with strings of shriveled red peppers and paper-skinned onions. A spice-laden shelf runs along one wall, and the scent of lemon and cardamom permeates the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If not for the largeness of the place, I could be back in Nan's kitchen.\n\nA stack of dirty pots rises from a sink, and a kettle of water boils on the stove." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone has laid out a tray with biscuits and jam. A small, white-haired woman in a diamond-patterned dress identical to mine stands at the worktable, chopping an onion with her back to us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beyond her is a screened door that leads outside.\n\n\"Cook,\" the girl says. \"This is—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kitchen-Girl,\" the woman addresses her without turning. Her voice is strange—raspy, as if she's ill. \"Didn't I ask you to wash those pots hours ago?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kitchen-Girl doesn't get a chance to protest. \"Stop your dawdling and get to it,\" the woman snaps." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or you'll be sleeping with an empty belly, and I'll not feel a shred of guilt.\"\n\nWhen the girl grabs her apron, Cook turns from her onion, and I stifle a gasp, trying not to gawp at the ruin of her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ropy, vivid red scars run from her forehead down across her cheeks, lips, and chin, all the way into the high neck of her black dress." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It looks as though a wild animal clawed her to shreds and she had the misfortune of surviving." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only her eyes, a dark, agate blue, remain whole.\n\n\"Who—\" She takes me in, standing unnaturally still." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, without explanation, she turns and limps out the back door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I look at Kitchen-Girl for aid. \"I didn't mean to stare.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Cook?\" Kitchen-Girl moves timidly to the door, opening it a crack. \"Cook?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When no response comes, Kitchen-Girl glances between me and the door. The kettle on the stove whistles shrilly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's nearly ninth bell.\" She twists her hands together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's when the Commandant has evening tea. You're to take it up, but if you're late... the Commandant... she'll—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She'll what?\"\n\n\"She—she'll be angry.\" Terror—true, animal terror—fills the girl's face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right,\" I say. Kitchen-Girl's fear is contagious, and I hurriedly pour water from the kettle into the mug on the tray. \"How does she take it? Sugar? Cream?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She takes cream.\" The girl rushes to a cupboard and pulls out a covered pail, spilling some of the milk. \"Oh!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here.\" I take the pail from her and spoon out the cream, trying to stay calm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"See? All done, I'll just clean up—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's no time.\" The girl shoves the tray into my arms and pushes me toward the hall. \"Please—hurry. It's almost—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bells begin to toll." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go,\" the girl says. \"Get up there before the last bell!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The stairs are steep, and I'm walking too fast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tray lists, and I barely have a chance to grab the cream pot before the teaspoon clatters to the ground. The bell tolls for a ninth time and falls silent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "<Calm down, Laia. This is ridiculous.> The Commandant probably won't even notice if I'm five seconds late, but she will notice if the tray is in disarray." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I balance the tray in one hand and sweep up the spoon, taking a moment to neaten the crockery before approaching the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It swings open as I raise my hand to knock. The tray is out of my arms, the cup of hot tea sailing past my head and exploding against the wall behind me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm still gaping when the Commandant pulls me into her office.\n\n\"Turn around.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My whole body shakes as I turn to face the closed door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I don't register the zing of wood cutting through the air until the Commandant's riding crop slices into my back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shock of it drops me to my knees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It comes down thrice more before I feel her hands in my hair. I yelp as she brings my face close to hers, the silver of her mask nearly touching my cheeks." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'tears' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I clench my teeth shut against the pain, forcing back tears as I think of the slaver's words. <The Commandant would rather put a scim in you than deal with tears.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't tolerate tardiness,\" she says, her eyes eerily calm. \"It won't happen again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Y-yes, Commandant.\" My whisper is no louder than Kitchen-Girl's had been. It hurts too much to speak any louder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman releases me.\n\n\"Clean up the mess in the hall. Report to me tomorrow morning at sixth bell.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Commandant steps around me, and moments later, the front door slams shut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The silverware rattles as I pick up the tray. Only four lashes and I feel as if my skin has been torn open and drenched in salt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blood drips down the back of my shirt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I want to be logical, practical, the way Pop taught me to be when dealing with injuries. <Cut the shirt off, my girl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clean the wounds with witch hazel and pack them with turmeric. Then bandage them and change the dressings twice a day.>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But where will I get a new shirt? Witch hazel? How will I bandage the wounds with no one to help me?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<For Darin. For Darin. For Darin.>\n\n<But what if he's dead?> a voice whispers in my head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<What if the Resistance doesn't find him? What if I'm about to put myself through hell for nothing?>" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No. If I let myself go down that path, I won't make it through the night, let alone survive weeks of spying on the Commandant.\n\nAs I pile shards of ceramic on the tray, I hear a rustle on the landing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I look up, cringing, terrified the Commandant has returned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it's only Kitchen-Girl. She kneels beside me and silently mops up the spilled tea with a cloth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I thank her, her head jerks up like a startled deer's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She finishes mopping and scurries down the stairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Back in the empty kitchen, I place the tray in the sink and collapse at the worktable, letting my head fall into my hands. I'm too numb for tears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It occurs to me then that the Commandant's office door is probably still open, her papers strewn about, visible to anyone with the courage to look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<Commandant's gone, Laia. Go up there and see what you can find.> Darin would do it. He'd see this as the perfect chance to gather information for the Resistance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I'm not Darin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And in this moment, I can't think about the mission, or the fact that I'm a spy, not a slave. All I can think about is the throbbing in my back and the blood soaking my shirt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "<You won't survive the Commandant,> Keenan had said. <The mission will fail.>" } ]