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[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The storm front came, seeming slow at first—a tall purple-black churn higher than skyscrapers with only the slightest stirrings in the warm air to show that it was real—and then between one breath and the next, hit with the violence of a blow. Air and water and mud jetted through the windows, archways, and holes in the ruin like the stream from a firehose. It did not simply roar; it deafened. Elvi curled with her back against the wall of the ruin, her arms wrapped around her knees, and endured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The walls shuddered against her spine, vibrating with the hurricane gusts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Across from her, Michaela had her hands over her ears, her mouth open in a shriek that Elvi couldn't hear. She had thought the rain would be cold, but it wasn't. The slurry that soaked up on the ruin's floor was warm and salty, and somehow that was worse. She laced her fingers together, squeezing until her knuckles ached." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mud-thick water filled the air until the spray made it hard to breathe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone lurched through the archway to her left, but she could no more make out who than stop the catastrophe by willing it. She felt certain that the ruins would fail, the more-than-ancient walls snap apart, and she and all the rest of them would be thrown into the storm, crushed or drowned or both. All she could think of was being in the heavy shuttle, the confusion and the panic when it was going down, the trauma of the impact. This felt the same, but it went on and on and on until she found herself almost missing the sudden impact of the crash." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That, at least, had ended." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knew that it was daytime, but the only lights were the cold white of the emergency lights and the near-constant barrage of lightning that caught people's faces like a strobe. A young man, his face set and stony like an image of suffering and endurance. A child no more than eight years old, his head buried in his mother's shoulder. Wei and Murtry in uniform, standing as close as lovers and shouting into each other's ears in the effort to be heard, their faces flushed red." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The vast shifts of barometric pressure were invisible, but she felt them in the sense of overwhelming illness, of wrongness, that washed through her body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She couldn't tell if the shaking came from the walls of the storm-battered ruins, more little earthquakes, or her own overloaded nervous system.\n\nAt some point, her perception of time changed. She couldn't say if the storm had been hours or days or minutes. It was like the half-awareness of trauma, the doomed patience of being assaulted and knowing the only thing that would end it was the mercy of the attacker." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now and then, she would feel herself rising to some fuller consciousness, and will herself back into the stupor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shock. Maybe she was going into shock. Her awareness seemed to blink in and out. She was curled against Fayez, both her hands squeezing at his elbow, and didn't remember how she'd gotten there. The dark slurry of mud was ankle high all through the ruins, brown and green." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was covered in it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were all covered in it.\n\nWhen this is over, I'm going to go back to my hut, take a long bath, and sleep for a week, she thought. She knew it was ridiculous. Her hut would no more have withstood this than a match could stay lit underwater, but she still thought it and some part of her believed it was true." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A blinding-bright flash and crackling detonation came almost simultaneously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and endured.\n\nThe first change she noticed was a baby screaming. It was an exhausted sound. She shifted, her shirt and pants soaked and cold and adhering to her skin with the muck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She craned her neck, trying to find where the grating noise was coming from." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She felt the thought shifting at the base of her skull before she knew what it was, a surreal lag between the realization and being conscious of it. She could hear a baby crying. She could hear something—anything—that wasn't the malice and venom of the storm. She tried to stand up, and her legs buckled under her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kneeling in the muck, she gathered herself, squared her shoulders, and tried again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rain slanted in through the windows of the ruin, but only at about twenty degrees. It still fell in buckets out of a black sky. The wind gusted and pushed and howled. In any other context, it would have been the teeth of a gale." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Here and now, it meant the worst was over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Doctor Okoye?\"\n\nMurtry's face was lit from below, the emergency lantern hung over his shoulder. His expression was the same polite smile over sober, focused attention. Her battered mind wondered whether there was anything that could shake the man's soul, and thought perhaps there wasn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted to be reassured by his predictability, but her body wasn't able to feel comfort. Not now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you all right, Doctor?\" he said, his hand on her shoulder.\n\nShe nodded, and when he started to step away, she clutched at him. \"How long?\"\n\n\"The front hit a little over sixteen hours ago,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you,\" she said, and turned back to the window and the rain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lightning still played among the clouds and lanced down to the ground, but not so often now. The flashes showed her a transformed landscape. Rivers flowed where yesterday had been desert hardpan. The flowers, or what she thought of as flowers, were churned into nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not even sticks remained." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She couldn't imagine how the mimic lizards could have survived. Or the birdlike animals she'd thought of as rock sparrows. She'd meant to go to the wash east of First Landing and collect samples of the pink lichen that clung in the shadows there. She wouldn't get to now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sense of loss was like a weight on her throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had glimpsed an ecosystem unlike anything anyone had ever seen before, a web of life that had grown up apart from anything she had known. She and her workgroups had been the only people ever to walk in that garden. And now it was gone.\n\n\"The usual state of nature is recovering from the last disaster,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a truism of ecological biologists, and she said it the way a religious person might pray." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To make sense of what she saw. To comfort herself. To give the world some sense of purpose or meaning. Species rose in an environment, and that environment changed. It was the nature of the universe, as true here as it had been on Earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wept quietly, her tears indistinguishable from the rain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, there's something I wasn't expecting,\" Holden said. She turned to look at him. The dimness of the ruins rendered him in monochrome. He was a sepia print of James Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hair was plastered back, clinging to his head and the nape of his neck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mud streaked his shirt.\n\nShe was too tired to dissemble. She took his hand in hers and followed his gaze toward the back of the ruins. His hand was solid and warm in hers, and if there was some stiffness and hesitation in it, at least he didn't flinch away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carol Chiwewe and four other squatters were bailing the storm muck out the window with stiff plastic utility panels, streaks of green-brown staining the pale gray." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Behind them, twenty or thirty of the squatters from First Landing were clumped in groups, huddled together under blankets. RCE security moved among them with bottles of water and foil-packed emergency rations. Fayez and Lucia were standing together, talking animatedly. Elvi couldn't make out the words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't see it,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What weren't you expecting?\"\n\nHe squeezed her fingers and let go of her hand. Her palm felt colder without his in it.\n\n\"Your security people helping the Belters,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I guess nothing brings people together like a disaster.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's not true,\" Elvi said. \"We would always have helped. We came out here planning to help. I don't know why everyone thinks that we're so awful. We didn't do anything wrong.\"\n\nHer voice cracked on the last word, and she started weeping in earnest. She felt oddly distanced from her grief, as if she were watching it from the outside, and then Holden put his hand on her shoulder, and she felt the pain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a time, it washed her away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Flooded her. Three lightning strikes came close by, loud and bright and sudden, the thunder from them rolling away in the distance.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" she said, when she could say anything. \"There's just been... so much.\"\n\n\"No, I should apologize,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't mean to make you feel worse. It's just...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I understand,\" she said, reaching for his hand again. Let him laugh at her. Let him turn her away. She didn't care now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She just wanted to be touched. To be held." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, Cap,\" Amos said, looming up out of the darkness. He had a clear plastic poncho over his shoulders, the hood straining to fit the thick neck. \"You going to be all right for a while?\"\n\nHolden stepped back, retreating from her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt a brief, irrational flash of rage toward the big man for intruding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She bit her lip and scowled up at him. If he noticed, he gave no sign.\n\n\"I don't actually know how to answer that question,\" Holden said. \"I don't see any reason I'd die right away. That's about the best I've got.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Beats the alternative, anyway,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So that Dahlke family that didn't make it here before the shit hit the fan? Yeah, some of us are gonna go have a looksee.\"\n\nHolden scowled. \"You sure that's a good idea? It's still pretty bad out there. And this is more water than I'm guessing this place has seen in ever. There'll be a lot of flooding, and there's no good way to get help out if something goes south.\"\n\n\"They had a little girl,\" Amos said. The two men exchanged a long look that seemed to carry the weight of some earlier conversation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi felt like a stranger watching two family members communicate in the half-code of long familiarity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Be careful,\" Holden replied after a long moment.\n\n\"That ship may have sailed, but I'll do what I can.\"\n\nWei walked toward them. She'd taken off her armor, but she still had an automatic rifle strapped to her back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She nodded at Amos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've got a couple more who want to tag along.\"\n\n\"Don't matter to me if it don't matter to you,\" Amos said. Wei nodded. There was a darkness in her eyes that seemed to echo Amos'.\n\nElvi looked over. A half dozen other people were struggling into the same kind of poncho Amos wore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the dimness and the wreckage, it was hard to tell which of them were squatters and which were RCE." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even Belters and Earthers were hard to differentiate now. Elvi didn't know if that was an artifact of the darkness or if some deeper part of her brain was changing her perceptions, making anything human into something like her. Minds could be tricky that way.\n\nAmong them, she caught a glimpse of Fayez and her mouth went coppery with sudden fear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait,\" she said, hopping across the space." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fayez, wait. What are you doing?\"\n\n\"Helping out,\" he said. \"Also, getting out of this sardine can. I've gotten used to having a couple feet of social distance. Just being around all these people stresses me out.\"\n\n\"You can't. It's dangerous out there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You stay here,\" she said, grabbing at his poncho and tugging it up, trying to get it back over his head. \"I can go.\"\n\n\"Elvi,\" he said. \"Elvi! Stop it.\"\n\nShe had a double handful of plastic sheeting in her fingers. It was already wet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let them go,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're professionals. They can take care of this. We... people like us...\"\n\n\"We're past us and them at this point. We're just people in a bad place,\" Fayez said. And then a moment later, \"You know what I am, Elvi.\"\n\n\"No. No, you're a good man, Fayez.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tilted his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I meant that I'm a geologist. It's not like they need me to talk about plate tectonics. What were you thinking?\"\n\n\"Oh. Ah. I just...\"\n\n\"Come on, Professor,\" Wei said, tapping Fayez on the arm. \"Time to go for a walk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How can I refuse?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fayez said, gently taking the plastic sheeting out of Elvi's hands. She stood watching as six of them walked together toward the entrance. Amos, Wei, Fayez, and three of the squatters—no, two squatters and Sudyam—one-use chemical lanterns glowing in their hands. They walked out into the gale." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stood at the window, ignoring the rain that soaked her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos and Wei took the lead, their heads down, their ponchos blowing out behind them. The others followed close behind, clustered like ducklings. The night around them was black and violent, and they moved into the downpour, growing fainter with every minute until she couldn't make them out at all. She stood there a while longer, her mind empty and exhausted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She found Lucia and Jacek in one of the larger chambers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two Belters were struggling to place a wide plastic panel over one of the windows to block the rain now that the wind wasn't so violent that it would simply shatter. A half dozen others were scraping out the muck. They'd already done so much work, Elvi could see pale strips of the ground. Everywhere people were sleeping, curled into and against each other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sound of the storm was still enough to drown out their moans." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or most of them.\n\nLucia looked up at her. The woman seemed to have aged a decade, but she managed a smile. Elvi sat down beside her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were both covered in salt mud, and the muck was starting to reek a little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Putrescence or something like it. All the small life forms living in the planet's great ocean that had been broken and thrown to the sky, starting to decay. It broke her heart to think of the scale of the death that surrounded them, so she didn't.\n\n\"Can I help you?\" Lucia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I came to ask the same thing,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell me what I can do.\"\n\nThe long, terrible night went on, the rain slackening only slightly. No light came through the clouds. No rainbows promised that the disaster was ended." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi moved from one group to another, talking and checking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some were the squatters, some were RCE. All had the same stunned expressions, the same sense of amazement that they were still alive. The scent of the muck was getting richer and more pungent as whatever organic structures it had held broke down. Elvi hated to imagine how the world would stink when the last of the rains fell and the sun came back to warm the landscape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was a problem for another time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't notice it when she fell asleep. She'd been at the window, looking out in hopes of catching a glimpse of the search party's return. She remembered very clearly hearing Holden's voice behind her and a woman replying to him. She'd meant to turn back, find him, ask if she could help." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If she could do something to stay in motion, to keep from thinking or feeling for another hour more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But instead she woke up.\n\nFor a moment, she didn't know where she was. Her exhaustion-drunk mind tried to make the close quarters into her cabin on the Israel, as if she were still on the journey out to New Terra. As if none of this had ever happened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then the present reasserted itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was in the corner of a smaller chamber. Eight other people were stretched out on the damp ground around her, heads pillowed by their arms. Someone was snoring, and a body was pressed up against hers. Lightning stuttered in the distance, and she saw the body beside hers was Fayez." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The thunder came a long time later, and softly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then there was only the patter of rain. She touched his shoulder, shaking him gently.\n\nHe groaned and shifted, the poncho still on him crackling with the motion. \"Well, good morning, Doctor Okoye,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Imagine meeting you here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is it?\"\n\n\"Is it what?\"\n\n\"A good morning.\"\n\nHe sighed in the dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Honestly, I don't even think it's morning.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did you find them?\"\n\n\"We didn't find anything.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"I mean we didn't find anything at all. The huts are gone. First Landing's gone. The mine pit's gone or else the landmarks are so different we couldn't find it. The roads are gone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know those pictures you see of a natural disaster where there's nothing but mud and rubble? Imagine that without the rubble.\"\n\nElvi lay back down. \"I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"If we only lose them, it'll be a miracle. We managed to get a signal through to the Israel. The atmospheric data make it look like we'll be going without a sunrise for a good long time. No one said the words 'nuclear winter,' but I think it's safe to say things aren't going to be business as usual around here for a nice long while. We've got the battery power we carried in with us, but no hydroponics. Only as much fresh water as the chemistry deck will pump out. I was hoping that some of the storage buildings might have made it. They were pretty well built, some of them.\"\n\n\"Still. Maybe some good can come out of it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I admire your psychotic optimism.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm serious. I mean look at us all. You went out with Amos and Wei and the locals. We're all here together. Working together. We're taking care of each other. Maybe this is what it takes to resolve all the violence. There were three sides before. There's only one side now.\"\n\nFayez sighed. \"It's true. Nothing points out shared humanity like a natural disaster. Or a disaster, anyway. Nothing on this mudball of a planet's even remotely natural if you ask me.\"\n\n\"So that's a good thing,\" she said.\n\n\"It is,\" Fayez agreed. And then a moment later, \"I give it five days.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with four sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going four sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden had witnessed the aftermath of a tornado as a child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were rare in the Montana flatlands where he'd grown up, but not entirely unheard of. One had touched down on a commercial complex a few miles from his family's farm, and the local citizens had gathered to help with the cleanup. His mother Tamara had taken him along.\n\nThe tornado had hit a farmers' market at the center of the complex, while totally avoiding the feed store and fuel station on either side of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The market had been flattened as if by a giant's fist, the roof lying flat on the ground with the walls splayed out around it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The contents of the store had been scattered in a giant pinwheel that extended for hundreds of meters around the impact point. It was young James Holden's first experience with nature's fury unleashed, and for years afterward he'd had nightmares about tornadoes destroying his home.\n\nThis was worse.\n\nHolden stood in what his hand terminal told him had been the center of First Landing, the constant rain sheeting off his poncho, and turned in a slow circle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All around there was nothing but thick mud occasionally cut by a rivulet of water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were no flattened buildings. No wreckage strewn across the ground. With the fury and duration of the winds, it was entirely possible that the detritus of First Landing was hundreds or even thousands of kilometers away. The colonists would never rebuild." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was nothing to rebuild." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A ripple of lights danced through the heavy cloud cover overhead, and a second later the booming of the thunder, like a barrage of cannon fire. The rain intensified, reducing visibility to a few dozen meters, and swelling the little streams cutting gullies across the muddy ground.\n\n\"I'd say 'what a mess,' but it's actually kind of the opposite of that,\" Amos said. \"Never seen anything like this, Cap.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What if it happens again?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden said, shuddering either at that thought or at the cold rainwater trickling down his back.\n\n\"Think they have more than one of whatever blew up?\"\n\n\"Anyone know what the first one was yet?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" Amos admitted with a sigh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Big fusion reactor, maybe. Alex sent an update, said it tossed a lot of radiation up around the initial blast.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Some of that will be coming down in the rain.\"\n\n\"Some.\"\n\nThe mud at Amos' feet moved, and a small, sluglike creature pushed its way up out of the ground, desperately trying to get its head above water. Amos casually kicked it into one of the nearby streams where the current whisked it away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm running low on my cancer meds,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Radioactive rain ain't gonna help with that.\"\n\n\"Was my thought. Bad for the colonists too.\"\n\n\"Do we have a plan?\" Amos asked. His tone suggested he didn't expect an answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get off this hell-planet before the next catastrophe.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A-fucking-men,\" Amos replied.\n\nThey walked back toward the alien towers, trudging through the thick mud and occasionally having to leap across a newly formed arroyo filled with fast-moving water. The ground was covered with small holes where brightly colored worm-slugs had pushed their way to the surface, and shiny trails of slime radiated in all directions showing their recent passage.\n\n\"Never seen these before,\" Amos said, pointing at another of the creatures slowly making its way across the wet ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They weren't much bigger than Holden's thumb, and eyeless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Forced up by the rain. This was pretty arid land before. There's a lot of subterranean life drowning right now I'd bet. At least these guys have a way to get out of it.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Amos said, frowning down at one, \"but, you know, gross. One of those things climbs into my sleeping bag, I'm gonna be pissed.\"\n\n\"Big baby.\"\n\nAs if in response to Amos' worries, the ground shifted and dozens more of the slugs pushed their way up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Amos picked his way through them, trying not to get their slime on his boots." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The trails they left were quickly washed away by the rain.\n\nHolden's had terminal buzzed at him, and he pulled it out to find that a message had been downloaded. The terminal had been trying to connect to the Roci for hours. There must have finally been a break in the storm long enough for it to send and receive updates." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried to open a channel to Alex, but got only static." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whenever his window had happened, he'd missed it. But the fact that there were occasional breaks in the atmospheric clutter was a hopeful sign that they'd get comms back soon. In the meantime, he could keep sending messages and hoping they'd slip through the static a bit at a time.\n\nThe update waiting for him was a voice message." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He plugged the bud into his ear and hit play." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is a message for Captain James Holden, from Arturo Ramsey, lead counsel for Royal Charter Energy.\"\n\nHolden had sent dozens of requests to the various senior vice presidents and board members of RCE for Naomi to be released. Getting a reply back from the company's top lawyer was not a good sign.\n\n\"Captain Holden,\" the message continued, \"Royal Charter Energy takes your request for the release of Naomi Nagata from detention on the Edward Israel very seriously. However, the legal landscape we're navigating with this situation is murky at best.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not murky, give me my damn XO back, you smug bastards,\" Holden muttered angrily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At Amos' questioning look he shook his head and continued the recording.\n\n\"Pending further investigation, we're afraid we're going to have to follow the advice of the security team on site and hold Naomi Nagata in protective custody. We hope you understand the delicate—\"\n\nHolden turned off the recording in disgust. Amos raised an eyebrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's the legal wonk at RCE telling me they plan to keep holding Naomi,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"'Following the advice of the security team on site.'\"\n\n\"Murtry,\" Amos grunted.\n\n\"Who else?\"\n\n\"Sort of wondering why you haven't let me off the leash on that, Cap,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because, before this\"—Holden waved an arm at the mud and rain and worms around them—\"we had a job to do that would not have been aided by murdering the RCE security chief.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Would've loved to give it a try, though. You know, just to see.\"\n\n\"Well, my friend, you might still get your shot,\" Holden said. \"Because I am about to order him to do something he really isn't going to want to do.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Amos said with a smile, \"goody.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they returned to the ruins, the camp was in chaos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People were frantically sweeping something out of the tower entrance using blankets and sticks and other makeshift implements. An agonized howl echoed out of the structure, like someone in terrible pain.\n\nDoctor Okoye spotted them from the tower opening and ran to meet them. \"Captain, we have a serious problem.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before he could reply, she kicked one of the worms away from his feet with a squeal. \"Look out!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden had watched her capture and sacrifice a number of the local fauna during their association. She'd never struck him as squeamish. He couldn't picture a few slimy slug analogs being the thing that broke her.\n\n\"What's going on?\" he asked when she'd finished kicking slugs away from him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A man died,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The one who was married to the man and woman who took care of the carts. The taller one. Beth is her name, I think. The wife's name. That's her crying inside.\"\n\n\"And that relates to the worms how?\"\n\n\"That slime they secrete is a neurotoxin,\" Elvi replied, wide-eyed. \"He touched it, and it was almost instant paralysis. Full respiratory failure. One of the worms was climbing up a wall near their sleeping area and he grabbed it to throw it outside. By the time we realized what was happening, he was dead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jesus,\" Amos said, staring down at the worms surrounding them, something like respect mixed in with his disgust." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Some kind of defense toxin?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"I don't know,\" Elvi replied. \"It might just be slime to aid in locomotion, like a terrestrial slug. It might not be toxic to the other life forms on New Terra. We've never even seen them before. How can we know anything? If I had my collection equipment, I could send the data back to Luna, if I could send the message back to Luna, but—\"\n\nElvi's voice was rising as she spoke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she ended, she was almost in tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're right,\" Holden said. \"It was a stupid question, and it doesn't matter anyway.\"\n\n\"Why doesn't it—\" Elvi started, but Holden pushed past her.\n\n\"Where's Murtry,\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Inside, organizing the people to find and remove all the slugs from the structure.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come on, Amos,\" Holden said. \"Let's change his priorities.\"\n\nInside, the fear was so pronounced it was almost an odor. Half of the colonists were in almost frantic activity, building slug-sweeping implements and clearing the structure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other half sat on the floor, many wrapped tight in blankets, empty expressions on their faces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The human mind could only take so much threat. Everyone had a different limit, and he couldn't really blame the people who had been broken by the last thirty hours. It was actually sort of amazing that it hadn't happened to all of them.\n\nHe was, however, unsurprised to see Basia's wife and son busily at work with the chemical sciences team." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Doctor Merton,\" he greeted her with an apologetic smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain,\" she replied. Her returning smile was thin, and very tired. As the colony's only doctor, she'd had a very long day.\n\n\"I've heard about the death,\" he started, but she cut him off with a sharp nod and a gesture toward the chemical analysis deck.\n\n\"We're analyzing the toxin right now,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's unlikely we'll be able to make a counter-agent with the tools available, but we're going to try.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I appreciate the effort,\" Holden said. \"But I'm hoping to make it unnecessary.\"\n\n\"Are we being forced to leave?\" she said, a look of sad resignation replacing her wan smile. \"After all this...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe not forever,\" Holden said, putting his hands on her shoulders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She felt very thin.\n\nShe nodded slowly, looking around them at the dirty, frightened people filling the room. \"I can't argue. There's nothing left to fight over.\"\n\nOh, Holden thought, some people can always find a reason to fight, speaking of which." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need to find Murtry.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucia gestured at an opening behind her, and Holden left with one last squeeze of her shoulders and what he hoped was an encouraging smile.\n\nIn the next room, Murtry was down on his haunches looking at something on the floor. Wei stood behind him, nose wrinkled in disgust and her rifle in her hands.\n\n\"Wei,\" Amos said with a nod." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Amos,\" the security officer replied with a grin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden wondered what was going on there. They couldn't have a thing, could they? When would they have found time to have a thing? But they definitely acted like they were sharing a private joke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Captain Holden,\" Murtry said, standing up, not giving him more time to think about possible Amos-and-Wei dalliances." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the floor behind the RCE security chief was a clear plastic bowl inverted over one of the slugs. The creature was nuzzling its prison with its pointed eyeless face.\n\n\"Made a friend,\" Holden said, pointing at the slug.\n\n\"They say it's a good idea to know your enemy,\" Murtry replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They say a lot of stuff.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes. Yes, they do. How did the recon go?\"\n\n\"About how you'd expect,\" Holden said. \"Initial reports are correct. There isn't a single standing structure. Not even the remains of one. All the colony supplies are lost. We can make potables out of ground water until the chem lab runs out of supplies. But what's raining out of the sky is radioactive, and probably has things living in it.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Murtry said, scratching his ear with one thick fingernail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can we agree that at present, the insurgent colony might not be viable?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't have to sound happy about it.\"\n\n\"I'm going to have some relief flown down as soon as comms clears up. RCE is happy to share these needed supplies with the refugees.\"\n\n\"Very magnanimous,\" Holden said. \"But RCE is going to do me a bigger favor.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh,\" Murtry said, his face shifting into a smile. \"We are?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah. Go ahead and bring the supply shuttle down. Evacuation is going to take some time, and we'll want plenty of medicine, food, and shelter to keep these people healthy until everyone is off-world.\"\n\n\"Off-world? Sounds like you're doing us a favor there, Captain.\"\n\n\"I'm not done,\" Holden said, and took a step forward, deliberately moving into Murtry's space. The security man stiffened, but didn't step back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When the shuttle leaves, it's going to take some of the colonists with it. The sick and vulnerable first. And as soon as your people can de-weaponize the second shuttle, it'll start making runs too. I'm giving the same orders to the Barbapiccola and the Rocinante. We're leaving this planet, and if I can't stick everyone on the Roci and the Barb, the Edward Israel will be taking the rest.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Murtry's smile cooled. \"Is that right?\"\n\n\"It is.\"\n\n\"I fail to see why the ship that brought the squatters here can't also take them away,\" Murtry said.\n\n\"One, it no longer has the room,\" Holden started." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then they should dump the ore they illegally stole from this world,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And two,\" Holden continued as if he hadn't interrupted, \"she's down to the last of her supplies. I won't stick hundreds of people on that ship that may not make it back to Medina. I doubt it's RCE policy to ignore a humanitarian crisis. And even if it is, it's sure as hell going to make for terrible press.\"\n\nMurtry took an answering step toward Holden, crossing his arms and shifting his smile into an equally meaningless frown.\n\nPlan B is that I have Amos kill you right now and just take what I want when the shuttle lands, Holden thought, but worked to keep it off his face.\n\nAlmost as if he could sense the thought, Amos shuffled forward and put one hand on the butt of his pistol." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wei shifted to his right, still gripping her rifle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We are so close, Holden thought, to all of this going completely off the rails. But he couldn't back down. Not with a couple hundred people living or dying on the outcome of the confrontation. Wei cleared her throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos grinned back at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Murtry cocked his head to one side, his frown deepening.\n\nHere we go, Holden thought, and suppressed the urge to swallow a mouth suddenly full of saliva.\n\n\"Of course,\" Murtry said. \"We'd be happy to assist.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uh,\" Holden replied" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're right. We can't leave them here,\" Murtry continued. \"And there isn't room for them anywhere else. I'll let the Israel know they're taking on passengers as soon as we get comms up.\"\n\n\"That would be great,\" Holden said. \"Thank you.\"\n\n\"Doctor Okoye,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden turned to find the diminutive scientist had come in, her usual tentative smile on her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sorry to interrupt,\" she said. \"But we've gotten the radio back up. We're on with the Israel right now. You said to tell you as soon as we got through.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Murtry said and started to follow her out of the room. He paused, as though something had suddenly occurred to him, and turned to Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know, we're only in this situation because these people came down and built a shantytown. We'd brought much better structures with us on the heavy shuttle. Much of this could have been avoided.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden started to reply, but Elvi said, \"Oh, no. I'm unhappy about the loss of the dome and the permanent structures too. But we clocked gusts of three hundred and seventy kilometers an hour out there. Nothing we set up would have withstood that.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Doctor Okoye,\" Murtry said with a tight smile, \"for correcting me. Let's go call the ship, shall we?\"\n\nElvi blinked in puzzlement as Murtry left. \"Is he mad at me?\"\n\n\"Sweetie,\" Amos said, clapping her on the back, \"that just means you're not an asshole.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\nfour sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After they'd lost radio contact with Murtry, Havelock had tried to sleep. He should have slept. There was nothing he could do. Not yet, anyway. Not until it was over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He floated in his couch, the straps keeping him centered over the gel, and willed his consciousness to fade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His mind wouldn't rest. Were they still alive down there? What if the explosion was just the first of several? What if the planet detonated and took out the Israel?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Should he have Marwick pull the ship into a higher orbit?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or even away from the planet entirely? And if the Barbapiccola tried to do the same... then what? He wasn't supposed to let them break orbit with a full load of RCE's lithium ore.\n\nHe closed his eyes again, but they opened as soon as he stopped consciously willing them shut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After three hours, he gave up, took off his straps, and went to the gym instead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His float-atrophied muscled complained with every set, and he put the feed of the planet below on the screen. The contours of New Terra were gone. The whole planet had become a flat and uniform gray, clouds obscuring whatever violence was happening beneath them. After the exercise round, he bathed, changed into a fresh uniform, and went to his office." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His incoming message queue was filled with requests for comments from every news organization there was, and several he doubted were real." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He forwarded them all to the RCE corporate headquarters on Luna. Let them answer if they wanted to. At this point, they knew as much as he did.\n\nHe checked on comms from the planet, but the signal wasn't getting through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So he checked again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And again. The gray planet was silent.\n\n\"Any word?\" the prisoner asked.\n\n\"Nothing,\" Havelock replied. And then, a moment later, \"I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Me too,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They'll be all right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hope so.\"\n\n\"Are you all right?\"\n\nHavelock looked over at her. For a detained saboteur who'd been in the box for days now, she looked calm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Almost amused. He found himself smiling back at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Might be a little stressed,\" he said.\n\n\"Yeah. Sorry about that.\"\n\n\"Not your fault,\" Havelock said. \"You aren't the one calling the shots around here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's someone calling the shots around here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi asked, and a man cleared his throat behind him. Havelock shifted his couch, the bearing hissing, to look back at the hatch. The chief engineer floated there. He wore the militia armband over his uniform sleeve." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey there, chief,\" he said, pulling himself into the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wondering if we could have a talk. Alone, maybe.\"\n\n\"You can put up the privacy shield if you want,\" Naomi said. \"I'll still hear everything.\"\n\nHavelock undid his straps and pushed off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll be back,\" he said over his shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You shall always find me at home,\" Naomi said.\n\nThe commissary was between rushes. The chief engineer grabbed a bulb of coffee for himself and another for Havelock. They floated together near a table bolted to the deck. Force of habit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So we've been talking,\" Chief Engineer Koenen said. \"About the event.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, it's been pretty much the only thing on my mind too.\"\n\n\"How sure are we that it's... well... natural?\"\n\n\"I'd have gone pretty much a hundred percent it wasn't,\" Havelock said with a grim laugh. The chief engineer's expression seemed to close, and Havelock pressed on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But maybe that depends on what you mean by natural. Is there something bothering you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't want to sound paranoid. It's just that the timing on this seems pretty convenient. You and me and the boys catch the UN mediator red-handed. Throw the bitch in the brig. And then this big disaster comes out of nowhere, takes everyone's attention off her.\"\n\nHavelock sipped at the coffee.\n\n\"What are you thinking, chief? That it was rigged?\"\n\n\"Those squatters got here before we did. We don't know what they found and just never told us about. And Holden worked for the OPA. He worked for Fred fucking Johnson, right? Hell, everything I heard says he's been sleeping with that Belter girl we brought in. His loyalty isn't to Earth. And he was the one who went on the alien whatever-the-hell-it-is that Medina Station's floating around and came back out. I've been following some independent casts. The Martian marines that went there after him? There's some pretty weird shit that's gone on with all of them since then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Weird shit like what?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The chief engineer's eyes brightened and he hunched forward, a posture of intimacy and complicity that was a habit of gravity. For the next half hour, he ran down half a dozen strange occurrences. One of the marines had died of an embolism during a heavy-g burn just before she'd been scheduled to talk with her cousin who ran a popular newsfeed. Another had quit the military and wasn't talking about anything that had happened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There had been rumors of a secret report that suggested—strongly suggested—that James Holden had been killed on the station, and a doppelgänger put in his place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It stood to reason with all the other changes the protomolecule could make to a human body that recreating one wouldn't be hard for it. Only the report had never been made public, and the people who had read it had been targets of whisper campaigns to discredit them.\n\nHavelock drank his coffee and listened, nodding and asking the occasional question—usually for the sources of the information the chief engineer was reporting. When they were done, Havelock promised to look into the issue, then hauled himself back to his desk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the readout, the planet was still covered in clouds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everything okay?\" Naomi asked.\n\n\"Fine,\" he said. And then a moment later, \"Just scared people trying to find a version of events where someone has control over everything.\"\n\nShe chuckled. \"Yeah. I'm doing the same.\"\n\n\"You are? How?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Chewing down my fingernails and praying,\" she said. \"Mostly praying.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're religious?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Are you and Holden secretly alien spies that blew up the planet as part of a Belter conspiracy to distract the media?\"\n\nNaomi's laughter was deep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, was that what it was? I'm so sorry.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock chuckled too, feeling a little guilty as he did. Koenen was one of his people. Naomi Nagata was a saboteur and the enemy. And still, it was a little funny, and there wasn't anyone else to talk with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not that bad. Conspiracy theories come up whenever people feel like the universe is too random. Absurd. If it's all an enemy plot, at least there's someone calling the shots.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Belters.\"\n\n\"This time, yeah.\"\n\n\"Are they going to break in here and throw me out the airlock?\"\n\n\"No, they're not like that,\" Havelock said. \"They're good guys.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good guys who think I destroyed a planet.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, that your alien doppelgänger boyfriend did to keep people from thinking about you. Don't worry. You'll be fine. No one's really thinking you're in league with the protomolecule. They're just scared.\"\n\nNaomi went quiet. Her fingertips pressed against the cage and she hummed quietly to herself. It wasn't a melody Havelock knew. He checked his incoming queue again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another half dozen requests for comment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A note from one of the security team that the Belters on the Israel had started sitting together in the commissary and exercising together in the gym. It seemed suspicious to the man making the report. It sounded like circling the wagons to Havelock. He'd have to think about what to do about that. If anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The radio signal to the planet still didn't go through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The analysis of the IR sensors that could see through the cloud cover was that First Landing was being destroyed by the storm. He turned his attention to the sensor array data as it streamed back to Earth. Maybe someone there could make something of it. The first-report newsfeeds were already speculating that it had been a fusion core overloading." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Having just heard about how Jim Holden was a shapeshifting alien left him a little skeptical about everything." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When, six hours later, his hand terminal lit up with an incoming request from Murtry, Havelock felt a huge weight lifting from his shoulders. He accepted the connection, and a low-res Murtry fuzzed to life on the screen. The feed jumped and hopped, but the audio quality was all right apart from a little static.\n\n\"Good to see you, Havelock. How're things holding together up there?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No complaints, sir. Mostly we were waiting to hear from you. That looks like a hell of a rainstorm you've got going down there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Loss of life was minimal,\" Murtry said. \"A few of the squatters didn't bother getting to shelter in time, and the floodwaters pulled some local bugs out from the ground that'll kill you if you touch them. They lost another one to that. Our people are fine. The camp's a loss.\"\n\n\"Ours or theirs?\"\n\n\"Ours and theirs. Everyone down here's going to be starting over from scratch.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry to hear that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why?\"\n\nHavelock blinked. His smile felt nervous. \"Because we just lost everything.\"\n\n\"We didn't lose as much as they did,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That makes this a win. We're going to need to pack the shuttle with relief supplies and get it down here. Food. Clean water. Medical supplies. Warm clothes. No shelters, though. Or if they are, make 'em those cheap laminate ones that won't hold up for more than a week.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you sure? I can get some emergency prefabs worked up—\"\n\n\"No. Nothing like permanent shelter comes down here until our people are the only ones using it. And we'll be hauling up some of the squatters. Can you start setting something up for an extra hundred or so people? It doesn't need to be comfortable, but it has to be something we can control.\"\n\n\"We're bringing the squatters on the Israel, sir?\"\n\n\"We're getting them off the planet and putting them under our thumbs,\" Murtry said with a smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"His Holiness, Pope Holden, thinks he bullied me into it. That man is about as smart as a dead cat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock was suddenly acutely aware that Naomi's privacy shield was down and every word of his conversation was carrying to her. He tried to think of a way to trigger it that wouldn't let Murtry know that he'd forgotten protocol up to now.\n\n\"There a problem, Havelock?\"\n\n\"Just thinking where we can put them, sir,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll come up with something.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good man. This thing was a lucky break. Play this right, and we'll get all the squatters off the planet. Even if we can't, they're going to have hell's own time claiming they've got a viable settlement.\" Murtry's smile was thin. \"This last sixty hours, we've probably made more progress toward straightening this mess out than all the time since we came out here.\"\n\nNaomi rapped against the cage with her knuckles, the grate clacking softly enough that the hand terminal's mike didn't pick it up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her eyebrows were raised in query, but she didn't speak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock made the smallest possible nod.\n\n\"What about the mediation team?\" he asked. \"Holden and his people?\"\n\n\"Holden and Burton are fine. Burton almost got his ass caught out in the worst of it, but it didn't quite happen,\" Murtry said with a shrug and a smile. \"Can't have everything.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock winced, thinking how callous Murtry's words would sound to someone who didn't know him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, let them know we'll put together relief supplies and get them down there as soon as we can get through the cloud cover.\"\n\n\"No permanent structures.\"\n\n\"No, sir. I understand.\"\n\n\"I'm going to want to get some of our science team up when the shuttle goes back too. The ones that're going a little too native. I'll work up an evac list.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you want me to get the... ah... other shuttle ready to return to normal duty?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock said, hoping that Murtry wouldn't tell him to keep the weapon live. There was silence on the connection. \"Sir?\"\n\n\"We'll have to, won't we?\" Murtry said. \"Yeah, all right. But be ready to put it back in play as soon as the evacuation's done. I don't like giving up our advantages for nothing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, sir,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll see to it.\"\n\n\"Good man.\"\n\nThe connection died. Havelock started pulling up the duty roster and inventory lists. It was almost a minute before he risked glancing over at Naomi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked like she'd eaten something unpleasant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's who you work for?\"\n\n\"He's the chief of security,\" Havelock said.\n\n\"That man is a snake.\"\n\n\"He just came off badly,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He didn't know you could hear him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If he had, he might have hissed a little different,\" she said. Then a moment later, \"Do you have any selective apoptosis catalysts on board?\"\n\n\"Oncocidals? Sure, anti-cancer meds are standard.\"\n\n\"Would you send some down in the shuttle?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think antibiotics and clean water are more likely to—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Holden needs them. He caught a lot of rems on Eros. It's not a big thing when we have a med bay, but he pops a new tumor every month or two. Unless Alex decides to take the Roci down into that soup, they may be down there for a while.\"\n\nHe should probably have said no. She was his prisoner, and doing her favors wasn't really part of the job. But she hadn't made it clear to Murtry that she was listening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could have embarrassed him and hadn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure,\" he said. \"I don't see why not.\"\n\n\"About that dead cat thing...\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"A lot of people have underestimated Jim over the last few years,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A lot of them aren't with us anymore.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A threat?\"\n\n\"A heads-up not to make the same mistake your boss is making. I like you.\"\n\nPutting the relief supplies together was easy. Everyone on board had been waiting for a chance to do something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Food, fresh water, polyfiber blankets, and medical supplies—including a box of oncocidals with Holden's name on the top—filled the shuttle's hold until there was hardly room to close the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock found himself watching the sensors, waiting for the clouds to thin enough for the one tiny light of First Landing to show through. It was a shock to remember that those lights weren't going to shine again. That they were gone. Havelock hadn't been there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd never been to the surface of New Terra at all, and still the idea of the one human settlement being wiped away bothered him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is shuttle two requesting permission to drop,\" the pilot said, her voice a slow drawl.\n\n\"Captain Marwick here. Permission's given. Godspeed.\"\n\nHavelock watched his display as the shuttle's thrusters went bright, driving it away from the Israel and down. The danger was turbulence in the lower atmosphere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even if there were evil winds in the outer layers, the air was so thin there, the shuttle would be able to shrug them off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When it got down to the clouds, Havelock told himself, the real danger would begin.\n\nThe shuttle dropped, its body becoming only a light spot against the darker gray of the clouds. The sensor data feed from it looked fine. The turbulence was worse than Havelock had expected, but not so bad as he'd feared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The farther down it went, though—" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The data signal dropped. Havelock switched over to visual in time to see the shuttle's bright flare fade. A puff of smoke a few kilometers higher showed where it had detonated. The shock of it, the horror, was like being punched in the gut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He barely noticed the flickering of the lights in the Israel or the stuttering whine of the air recyclers restarting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Havelock?\" the prisoner said. \"Havelock, what's happening? Did something go wrong? Why's everything rebooting?\"\n\nHe ignored her, leaning close to his terminal screen. The shuttle was dead, falling to the distant ground of New Terra in a hundred flaming bits." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But there was something in the images." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A barely visible line that passed through the cloud of smoke and debris where it had died. Something had shot the shuttle down. His first thought was the Barbapiccola. His second was the Rocinante." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled up the orbital tracking, trying to find how the enemy ships had taken action, but the only thing that intersected the line at the moment when the shuttle died was one of New Terra's dozen tiny moons..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His mouth went dry. He heard the emergency Klaxon sounding for the first time, though he realized now it had been going for a while. Since the shuttle exploded, he thought. He assumed. Naomi Nagata was shouting at him, trying to get his attention, trying to get him to talk to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He put a priority connection request through to Captain Marwick." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For five long seconds, the captain didn't respond.\n\n\"It was the planet,\" Havelock said. \"The shuttle. It was shot down by something on one of those moons.\"\n\n\"I saw that,\" Marwick said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What the hell was it? Some kind of alien weapon? Did the planet blowing up turn on some kind of defense grid?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Couldn't say.\"\n\n\"I need everything we have on that. All the sensor data. Everything. I need it sent back to Earth, and I need it ready for Murtry and the science team. I'm giving blanket permission for anyone on the crew to see it. Any information we can get—anything—is our top priority.\"\n\n\"Might not be our top,\" the captain said. \"My plate's a bit full right now, but as soon as I've a spare moment—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This isn't a request,\" Havelock shouted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Marwick spoke again, his voice was cool. \"I'm thinking you might not have yet noted that we're on battery power, sir?\"\n\n\"We're... we're what?\"\n\n\"On battery power. Backup, as you might say.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock looked around his office." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like seeing it for the first time. His desk, the weapon locker, the cells. Naomi looking out at him with an expression of barely restrained alarm.\n\n\"Did... did it shoot us too?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like James S. A. Corey and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What does that mean?\" Basia asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well,\" Alex said, \"it's complicated, but these little pellets of fuel get injected into a magnetic bottle where a bunch of lasers fire. That makes the atoms in the fuel fuse, and it releases a lot of energy.\"\n\n\"Are you making fun of me?\"\n\n\"No,\" Alex said. \"Well, maybe a little. What exactly are you asking?\"\n\n\"If our reactor is off-line, does that mean we'll crash? Is the ship broken? Is it just us? What does it mean?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hold your horses,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was sitting in his pilot's chair doing complicated things with his control panel. \"Yeah,\" he finally said, dragging the word out into a long sigh. \"Reactors are off-line on the Israel and the Barb. That's a lot worse for them than it is for us.\"\n\n\"Felcia—my daughter is on the Barbapiccola. Is she in danger?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex started working on his panel again, his fingers tapping out commands faster than Basia could follow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He clucked his tongue as he worked. The clucking while Basia waited for an answer made him want to scream and choke the laconic pilot.\n\n\"Well,\" Alex drawled out, then tapped one last control and a graphic display of Ilus with swirling lines around it appeared. \"Yeah, the Barb's orbit is decaying—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The ship is crashing?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia yelled at him.\n\n\"Wouldn't say crashing, but we've all been keeping pretty low, with bringing up ore and all. Most times adding a little velocity's just the way you do it, but—\"\n\n\"We have to go get her!\"\n\n\"Ease down! Let me finish,\" Alex yelled back, patting the air in a placating gesture that made Basia want to punch him in his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The orbit's always decaying, but it won't be dangerous for days. Maybe longer, depending on how long they can run the maneuvering thrusters on battery power. Felcia's not in any danger right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's go get her,\" Basia said, taking deep breaths to keep his words calm and level. \"Can we do that? Can we go to her ship without the reactor?\"\n\n\"Sure. The Roci's a warship. Her battery backups are robust. We can do quite a bit of maneuvering if we need to. But with the reactor down, every bit of power we pull off those batteries is gone. It ain't gettin' replaced. Lose too much of it to land, and we'll be in the same position as them. We're not doing anything until we make a plan. So calm down, or I'll lock you in your cabin.\"\n\nBasia nodded, but didn't trust himself to speak around the rising panic in his chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His daughter was on a spaceship that was falling out of the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He might never be calm again.\n\n\"On top of which,\" Alex continued, \"you think everyone else on the Barb is just gonna be okay with us leaving without them? We don't have room for everyone on that ship. Docking with a ship full of frightened people looking to get off is never plan A.\"\n\nBasia nodded again. \"But if we don't get a plan,\" he said.\n\nAlex's grin went away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll get your girl. If it comes to that, if we all fall out of the sky, your daughter will be on this ship when it happens. So will Naomi.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia's panic and anger was replaced by a feeling of shame and a sudden lump in his throat. \"Thank you.\"\n\n\"It's family,\" Alex said, with a smile that was almost only baring his teeth. \"We don't let our family down.\"\n\nBasia drifted through the Rocinante like a ghost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex was in engineering, tinkering with the reactor, trying to figure out what was causing the failure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia had offered to help, but Alex had declined. He couldn't blame the pilot. His ignorance of nuclear engineering and ship's systems was utter and complete. He doubted the reactor failing to work could be fixed by a really clean bead of weld." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If it turned out he was wrong, Alex would call." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the meantime, Basia moved through the ship trying to distract himself from the idea that he was slowly drifting toward the planet and a fiery death. That Felcia was too. He went to the galley and made a sandwich that he didn't eat. He went to the head and bathed with damp scrubbing pads and rub-on cleansers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He left with a few friction burns and all the same worries he'd brought in with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the first time since coming to the Rocinante, he actually felt like a prisoner.\n\nAlex had left a panel on the ops deck monitoring the other two ships. Basia could check on the Barbapiccola as often as he liked. The pilot seemed to think that the display showing hundreds of hours before the Barb's orbit decayed enough to be dangerous would make him feel better." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Alex didn't understand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't matter how long that number was. What mattered was that it was counting down. Every time Basia looked at the counter, there was less time than when he'd looked before. When he was looking at a countdown timer for the death of his child, the numbers on it were almost meaningless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He avoided looking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He returned to the galley and cleaned up the mess his sandwich preparations had made. He threw his used scrubbing pads and towels into the bin, and then went ahead and ran a cycle of laundry to clean them. He watched a children's cartoon and then one of Alex's noir films. Afterward, he couldn't remember either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wrote a letter to Jacek and then deleted it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Recorded a video apology to Lucia. When he watched it he looked like a madman, with hair flying wildly out from his skull, and sunken haunted eyes. He deleted it.\n\nHe returned to ops, telling himself that he would just double-check that nothing had changed, that the inexorable ticking of his daughter's death clock was just data to be monitored. He watched the tiny icon that represented the Barbapiccola travel its glowing path around Ilus, every passage taking it an imperceptible increment closer to the atmosphere that would kill it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just data. No change. Just data." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tick tick tick.\n\n\"Alex, Holden here,\" a voice blared from the communications console. Basia floated to the panel and turned on the microphone.\n\n\"Hello, this is Basia Merton,\" he said, surprised at how calm his voice sounded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden was calling. Holden worked for the governments of Earth and the OPA." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd know what to do.\n\n\"Uh, hi. Alex left me a message, but comms have been really spotty. He, uh, around?\"\n\nBasia laughed in spite of himself.\n\n\"I could probably find him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Great, I'll—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, Captain,\" Alex said. He sounded out of breath. \"Sorry, took a sec to get to the panel. I was elbows deep in the Roci's nethers when you called.\"\n\nBasia reached out to turn off his speaker and let them talk, but stopped with his finger hovering millimeters over the control." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was James Holden on the line." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was probably going to be talking to Alex about the reactor shutdowns. Feeling a little like a Peeping Tom, Basia left the connection on.\n\n\"There a problem?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"Yeah, so, fusion don't work no more,\" Alex said, exaggerating his drawl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If that's the punch line, I don't get it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wasn't a joke. Just yanked the reactor apart. Injector works, fuel pellets drop, laser array fires, magnetic bottle is stable. All the parts that make it a fusion reactor work just fine. Only, you know, without the fusing.\"\n\n\"God damn it,\" Holden said. Even Basia, who'd only just met the man, could hear the frustration in his voice. \"Is it just us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nope,\" Alex said. \"We're all flyin' on batteries up here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How long?\"\n\n\"Well, even on batteries I can put the Roci up far enough we'll all die of old age before she falls down, or I can slope on down planetside and park. The Israel's got maybe ten days or so, depending on how much juice she stores. But she's also got a ton of people sucking up air, so she'll be burning through her batteries just keeping everyone warm and breathing. The Barb's worse off than that. Same problems, shittier boat.\"\n\nBasia's gut clenched at this casual description of his daughter's peril, but kept silent.\n\n\"Our creepy friend said there was a defense grid,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Their power station blew up, so the old defenses are in lockdown.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They do seem to dislike big energy sources near their stuff,\" Alex replied. Basia had the sense they were talking about something from their past, but didn't know what it was.\n\n\"And we heard the supply drop was shot down,\" Holden said. \"So, we've got a few hundred people down here, a bunch more up there, and we're all about to die because the planet's defenses won't let us help each other.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Roci's got the juice to land, if you need us,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia wanted to scream at him, We can't land, my daughter's still up here!\n\n\"They shot the shuttle down,\" Holden said. \"Do not risk my ship.\"\n\n\"If we can't get supplies down to you, me and Naomi'll be inheriting it pretty soon.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And until that happens, do what I tell you to do,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The words were harsh, but there was affection in them.\n\n\"Roger that,\" Alex said. He didn't sound offended.\n\n\"You know,\" Holden continued, \"we've got what seems like an engineering problem. And the best engineer in this solar system is locked up on that other ship. Why don't you call them and point that out?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll do that,\" Alex replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll see if there's anything we can do from this end.\"\n\n\"Miller,\" Alex said. Basia had no idea what that meant.\n\n\"Yeah,\" Holden said.\n\n\"You take care of yourself down there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Affirmative. You take care of my ship. Holden out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look,\" Alex said, not quite yelling, \"I've run the damn numbers. You're going down. It might take two weeks if you're lucky, but that ship is gonna be scrapin' atmosphere and catching on fire.\"\n\n\"Heard you the first time,\" the face on the other end said. A man named Havelock. Alex had called him after the conversation with Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd stopped off on his way up from the engine room to don a fresh uniform and comb his thinning black hair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked very official. It didn't seem to impress Havelock very much.\n\n\"So stop dickin' me around and turn Nagata loose to help us figure this shit out,\" Alex said.\n\n\"And that's where you lose me,\" Havelock replied with a tight smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was a compact, pale-skinned man with a military-style haircut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He radiated the self-assured physical competence carried by soldiers and professional security people. To Basia, a Belter who'd lived under the thumbs of two different inner planet governments, it said, I know how to beat people up. Don't make me show you.\n\n\"I don't see how—\" Alex started." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" Havelock interrupted him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're all going to crash if we can't get the reactors back online. I agree. What I don't get is how me releasing my prisoner fixes that.\"\n\n\"Because,\" Alex said, visibly gulping as he bit the word off, \"XO Nagata is the best engineer there is. If someone is going to figure this problem out and save all of our asses, it's probably going to be her. So stop keeping the potential solution to our problem locked in your jail.\" He smiled at the camera and turned off the microphone before adding, \"you pig-headed idiot.\"\n\n\"I think maybe you're underestimating my engineering team,\" Havelock replied, still with his smug smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I hear what you're saying. Let me see what I can do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gee, that would be great,\" Alex said. He somehow managed to make it sound sincere. He turned off the comm station. \"You smug sack of flaming pig shit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do we do now?\" Basia asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The hardest thing of all. We wait.\"\n\nBasia floated in a crash couch on the ops deck. His mind drifted from a fitful half sleep to groggy wakefulness and back again. A few workstations away, Alex was fiddling with the controls and muttering to himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he drifted, sometimes Basia was on the Rocinante, his mind worrying over the missing rumble of the fusion reactor like a tongue searching the gap left by a lost tooth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then, without transition, he'd be drifting down the icy corridors of his lost home on Ganymede. Sometimes they were the peaceful tunnels and domes that had been his family's home for so many years. Other times, they were filled with rubble and corpses, the way they'd been when Basia had fled.\n\nThe long flight on the Barbapiccola afterward had been hellish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The endless days trapped in a cabin barely large enough for one person, but housing two full families." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The growing sense of despair as port after port after port turned them away. No one needing a ship full of refugees flooding their docks in the middle of what looked like the solar system's first all-out war.\n\nBasia had drifted through that like a ghost as well. He'd thought he was saving his family when he put them on the ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he'd left a dying son behind and trapped the rest of them on a leaky old cargo ship with nowhere to go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That moment when the captain of the Barbapiccola had called them all together and told them about the rings and the worlds on the other side had felt like a revelation. When he'd asked if any of them wanted to try and take one of the new worlds, make a home there, not one voice had been raised in dissent. Even just the word, home, made it impossible to argue. So they'd flown through the gate, past the confused and disorganized ships around it and in the hub, and come out the other side into the Ilus system." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd found a world with oxygen and water, a muddy brown-and-blue ball from orbit, but so beautiful once they'd landed that people lay on the ground and wept." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The months that followed were brutal. The painful medication and exercise to get their bodies used to the heavy gravity. The slow building of the dwellings. The desperate attempts to grow some, any, food in the scraps of soil they'd brought down from the Barb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The discovery of the rich lithium veins and the realization that they might have something to sell and become self-sustaining, followed by the backbreaking labor to pull the ore from the ground with primitive tools." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All worth it, though.\n\nA home." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with four sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Affirmative. You take care of my ship. Holden out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden killed the connection to the Rocinante and leaned back against the alien tower with a sigh. It was a mistake. The rainfall had been incessant since the planetary explosion, and even though it had slowed to a drizzle over the last day, the water still sheeted down the outside of the tower. And, unfortunately, down his back and into his pants." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bad news?\" Amos asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stood a few feet away holding his poncho up with one arm to keep the rain out of his face.\n\n\"If it weren't for bad news,\" Holden replied, \"we'd have no news at all.\"\n\n\"The latest?\"\n\n\"The shuttle with the relief supplies was shot down by the planetary defenses,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Which seem to have activated when the planet blew up. And they're running their usual 'high energy is a threat' program.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So like the gate station did back when we were in the slow zone and Medina Station was still a battleship,\" Amos said.\n\n\"You mean the good old days?\" Holden asked bitterly. \"Yes. Like that.\"\n\n\"So we just need to get everyone to shut their reactors down like last time?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Seems this defense network has a new trick. They took care of that problem for us. Made fusion stop working.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're fucking kidding me,\" Amos said, then barked out a laugh. \"They know how to do that?\"\n\n\"On the upside, if we can't figure out how to get relief supplies from orbit, I'll die of hunger long before the cancers get me.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Amos agreed with a nod, \"that'll be a plus.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The people in orbit don't even have that long. Alex thinks we might see the Israel or the Barb come down in about ten days. We'll be hungry enough by that point that we won't be able to see all the food in the solar system falling out of the sky on fire with a detached sense of irony.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And,\" Amos added with a shrug, \"all our friends will be on those ships.\"\n\n\"Yeah. That too.\" Holden squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose hard enough to hurt, hoping the pain would help clear his head. It didn't. All he could think of was Naomi riding the Edward Israel on its fiery descent.\n\nHe and Amos stood quietly outside the alien tower for several minutes, gentle rain washing over them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden hadn't stood in the rain in years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If everything else weren't falling apart around him, it might almost have been pleasant. Amos let his poncho fall down around his neck and rubbed the rainwater across his prickly scalp.\n\n\"All right,\" Holden finally said. \"I'm heading around to the back of the tower.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nobody's back there,\" Amos said, then closed his eyes and washed his face with a double handful of rain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Miller is.\"\n\n\"Right, then you won't need company.\" Amos shook his head, spraying rain around him like a dog, then trotted off toward the entrance to the alien tower. Holden walked the other direction, carefully avoiding the death-slugs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey,\" Miller said as he appeared next to Holden in a flash of blue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We need to talk,\" Holden replied, ignoring the apparent non sequitur. Holden kicked away a death-slug that got too close to his boot. Another was crawling toward Miller's foot, but the detective ignored it. \"The planetary defenses seem to have come online. They just shot down a supply shuttle and they've created some sort of field in orbit that's damping nuclear fusion.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You sure it's just in orbit?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller asked and raised one eyebrow.\n\n\"Well, the sun hasn't gone out. Should I be expecting that? Miller, is the sun going to go out?\"\n\n\"Probably not,\" Miller said with a Belter shrug of his hands.\n\n\"Okay, assuming the sun stays on, we're still going to be in a lot of trouble. The ships can't drop us supplies, and without reactors, they'll start to fall out of orbit in the near future.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fix it,\" Holden replied, taking an aggressive step toward him.\n\nMiller just laughed.\n\n\"If not for us, then do it for yourself,\" Holden said. \"That thing linking you to me is a bit of goo on the Roci. That burns up too. Fix it because of that if you have to. I don't care why, just do it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller took off his hat and looked up at the sky, humming a tune that Holden didn't recognize." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden could see the rain falling on his head, beading, and rolling down his face. He could also see the rain falling straight through him. It made a spike of pain shoot through his brain, so he looked away.\n\n\"What do you think I can do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller asked. It wasn't a no." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You got us off lockdown when we were in the slow zone.\"\n\n\"Kid, I keep telling you. I'm a wrench. The defense network problem in the gate hub just happened to be a hex nut. I've got no control here. Not much anyway. And this system is falling apart. Half the planet blowing up might not be the end of that.\"\n\n\"More stuff might explode? What else is left?\"\n\n\"You're asking me?\" Miller laughed again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you're part of this! All this, this protomolecule masters bullshit. If you can't control it, who can?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's an answer to that, but you won't like it.\"\n\n\"Nobody,\" Holden said. \"You're telling me nobody.\"\n\n\"The thing that's turning all this crap on? It just does stuff. If the Rocinante arms and fires a torpedo at someone, what are the odds a wrench in her machine shop can bring the torpedo back? That's who you're talking to.\"\n\n\"God damn it, Miller,\" Holden said, then ran out of energy mid-sentence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was less fun being the chosen one and prophet when the gods were violent and capricious and their spokesman was insane and powerless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rain under his clothes had started to warm up, leaving him feeling covered in slime.\n\nThe detective lowered his head, frowning. Thinking.\n\n\"You might be able to sneak past them,\" Miller said.\n\n\"How?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, the defenses are keying on threats. So don't be threatening. You know the network gets itchy with high-energy sources.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No power sources,\" Holden said. \"Yeah, the shuttle had reactors. Don't get much higher as energy sources go.\"\n\n\"Slow is good too. Not sure if the defenses here key on kinetic energy, but safer to assume they do.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Holden said, feeling a brief moment of relief and hope." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay, I can work with that. Food, filters, meds, we should be able to bring all those down without pissing it off. Slow drops with airfoils and parachutes. They can rig that from orbit.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Worth a try, anyway,\" Miller said without enthusiasm. \"So, about this dead spot I need to go north for. You won't like this either, but there's a way to—\" He vanished.\n\n\"Cap,\" Amos said, coming around the corner of the tower. \"Sorry to interrupt, but that cute scientist is looking for you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took Holden a moment. \"The biologist?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, the geologist ain't bad, I guess, but he's not my preferred flavor.\"\n\n\"What does she want?\"\n\n\"To make more puppy dog eyes at you?\" Amos said. \"How the fuck should I know?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't be an asshole.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go ask her yourself, then.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Holden said. \"But I need Murtry first. Seen him?\"\n\n\"Directing traffic by the front door last I saw,\" Amos replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Need me for that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden noticed that Amos' hand fell to the butt of his pistol when he asked. \"What else have you been working on?\"\n\n\"Death-slug patrol.\"\n\n\"Go do that. I'll chat with Murtry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos gave a mock salute and trotted off toward the tower entrance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden pulled out his hand terminal and left a message for Alex filling him in on the supply drop plan. As Amos had said, Holden found Murtry talking to a few members of his security team near the tower's entrance.\n\n\"We've found some buried foundations,\" Wei was saying, pointing over her shoulder in the direction First Landing had once been. \"But unless these people had basements, there's nothing left attached to them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What about the mines?\" Murtry asked her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What isn't filled with mud is submerged,\" Wei replied.\n\n\"Well,\" Murtry said, cocking his head to one side and giving her a humorless smile. \"Do we have people who know how to hold their breath?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then send them down to see if anything we can use is under that water, soldier.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sir,\" Wei replied and snapped off a salute. She and two other security people ran off, leaving Murtry and Holden alone.\n\n\"Captain Holden,\" Murtry said, keeping his empty smile.\n\n\"Mister Murtry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How can I help you today?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think I might have a solution to our resupply problem,\" Holden said. \"If you're willing to work with me on it.\"\n\nMurtry's humorless grin relaxed a bit. \"That's pretty high on my to-do list. Fill me in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden summed it all up—the hypothesis of the alien systems tracking high-energy sources, the possibility of slow air drops." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couched it in terms of what they'd seen in the slow zone the first time humanity had gone through the gates and left Miller out. Murtry stood utterly still as he spoke, his expression not changing so much as a millimeter. When Holden finished, Murtry nodded once.\n\n\"I'll call up to the Israel and start having them put packages together,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden breathed a sigh of relief." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have to admit, I kind of expected you to fight me on this.\"\n\n\"Why? I'm not a monster, Captain. I will kill if it's necessary to do my job, but your Mister Burton's much the same. All of these people dying down here helps my cause not at all. I just want the squatters to go away as soon as we figure out the power problem.\"\n\n\"Great,\" Holden said, and then a moment later, \"You don't actually care about them, do you? All this time you were fighting against them. Now you're willing to help, but it's only because it's helping them leave. You'd be just as happy if they all died.\"\n\n\"That would also solve my problems, yes,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just wanted to make sure you knew I knew,\" Holden said, biting back the asshole that tried to follow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He found Amos working with the locals on death-slug defense. They were using the wadded ponchos and plastic water jugs split into squares to block off the smaller entrances to the alien ruins. They put sheeting over the windows, stuffed shirts and torn pant legs into the smaller holes, and dug trenches in front of the large openings. The trenches filled with muddy rainwater like tiny moats, and the slugs avoided them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without a word, Holden pitched in with the trench digging." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was unpleasant work, with rain and muck getting under his clothes and chafing his skin as he moved. They dug with makeshift tools made out of tent poles and flat pieces of plastic that fell apart periodically and had to be put back together. The soil was stony and heavy with moisture and the occasional slug corpse. It was the sort of miserable physical labor that drove all other thoughts from Holden's mind while he worked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't think about starving to death or Naomi trapped in a prison cell drifting slowly toward a fiery death or his own inability to make anything on the planet safe or sane or better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was perfect.\n\nCarol Chiwewe asked him to check around to the back of the tower for a tarp they had left behind, and Miller ruined it all by reappearing the second he rounded the corner away from other eyes.\n\n\"—get into the material transfer network,\" he said as if he'd never stopped talking. \"I think we can use it to move north to the spot we're looking for, or at least get pretty close.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Dammit, Miller, I was this close to not thinking about you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller looked him over with a critical eye, taking in his soggy muck-covered exterior. \"You look like hell, kid.\"\n\n\"See the lengths I'm willing to go for a moment's peace?\"\n\n\"Impressive. So when can we head out?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't quit,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He walked across the muddy ground to the tarp he'd been looking for. It was covered with the deadly slugs. He grabbed it by one corner and slowly lifted, trying to get all the slugs to slide off away from him. Miller followed, hands in pockets, watching him work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Watch out for that one,\" he said, pointing at a slug close to Holden's fingers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I see it.\"\n\n\"You're no good to me if you drop dead.\"\n\n\"I said I see it.\"\n\n\"So, about going north,\" Miller continued." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not sure how much of the material transfer network is actually functioning, so it won't necessarily be an easy trip. We should start as soon as we can.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Material transfer network?\"\n\n\"Big underground transport system. Faster than walking. Ready to go?\"\n\nThe slug slid a few centimeters closer to his fingers, and Holden dropped the tarp with a curse. \"Miller,\" he said, rounding on him suddenly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am so far from giving a shit about your needs I can't even see it from here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old detective had the grace to look chagrined before he gave a tired shrug. \"It might help.\"\n\n\"What,\" Holden said, \"might help?\"\n\n\"Going north. Whatever's up there seems to damp out the network. Maybe we can use it to kill the defenses and get your ship off lockdown.\"\n\n\"If you're lying to me to get me to do what you want, I swear I will have Alex tear the Roci apart looking for whatever clump of goo you're connected to and take a flamethrower to it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ghost grimaced, but didn't back down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not lying because I'm not making any assertions here. This dead spot is exactly what I'm saying it is. A dead spot. Everything else? That's guesswork. But it's more than you've got now, right? Help me, and if there's a way for me to do it, I'll help you. That's the only way this works.\"\n\nHolden kicked the slug off of his corner of the tarp and waited for the rain to wash its slime trail away, then picked it back up and resumed sliding the rest of the creatures off.\n\n\"Even if I wanted to, I can't yet,\" he said. \"Not until I'm sure the colonists aren't going to die here. Let me get some supply drops safely down, get everyone in a decent shelter away from the death-slugs, and then we'll talk about it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Deal,\" Miller said, then disappeared in a puff of blue fireflies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the men from the colony, a tall skinny Belter with dark skin and an amazing shock of white hair, rounded the corner.\n\n\"What you doin'? Kenned babosa malo got you.\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" Holden said, giving the tarp a sharp snap to flick the rest of the slugs off it. He helped the Belter fold it up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only he'd have to stop thinking of them as Belters, wouldn't he?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "These people lived on a planet, in a solar system across the galaxy from Sol. Belter was no longer a word with any meaning for them. They called themselves colonists now. And someday, if they were able to stay on Ilus and actually make a home of it, what? Ilusites?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Médico buscarte,\" the Ilusian said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lucia?\"\n\n\"Laa laa, RCE puta.\"\n\n\"Oh, right, Amos told me,\" Holden said. \"Guess I better go find out what she wants.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Belter, the Ilusite, whatever he was, muttered \"puta\" again and spat to one side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden walked through the miserable warm rain past the trenches full of water and dead slugs and the plastic glued over the walls and the cracks stuffed with muddy rags. He hopped over the last trench to get inside the tower, then scraped the mud off his boots and followed the passageways to the structure's large central chamber. Lucia was there working with the chemical analysis team on the water purifying project. She shot him a tight smile as he entered, and he started walking toward her simply because she seemed like the only one happy to see him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 4 sentences, emulating the writing style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden blinked, shook his head, and then he laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi was torn between worry that he thought she was joking and a kind of glowing admiration. She'd been afraid that he'd be angry. She'd heard about people laughing in the face of danger, and that was exactly what this was. She smoothed her hands against her jumpsuit, uncomfortably aware of how dirty she was, how dirty they all were." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This day just keeps on giving,\" he said. Then, \"Blind why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's the clouds,\" Elvi said. \"Or really, what's in them. They're green. I mean, when they're not—\" She nodded toward the window at the low gray overcast sky. \"Normally, they're green. There's a photosynthetic organism that spends part of its life cycle in the clouds, and apparently it's a pretty successful organism all around the planet, because all of this that's come down has some in it. It was a very dry climate before this, so there probably wasn't much opportunity for exposure. But with the rain and the flood, pretty much everyone's come in contact. And it's salt tolerant.\"\n\nThe chemical deck chimed, and Elvi moved toward it automatically, her eyes still on Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Fayez, Lucia, and one of the other squatters were already lifting out the sack of clean water and fitting a new bag in place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that a problem?\" Holden said. \"How does salt figure into it?\"\n\n\"We're salty,\" Elvi said, and was immediately uncomfortable with her phrasing. Her hands seemed too large and awkward in a way they usually weren't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What I mean is, we've seen infections with this organism before. It does well in tears and tear ducts. And then eyes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Eyes,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Lucia saw one case before the... the storm? Once the organism got into the vitreous humor, it's in a novel environment that seems to suit it really well, and exponential growth's pretty normal in those conditions. So that winds up blocking the light from hitting the retina, and—\"\n\nHolden held up his hands, palm out. She found herself moving in toward him, ready to put her palms against his. She stopped herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought the things that lived here had a whole different biology. How can they infect us?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not an infection like a virus,\" she said. \"It's not hijacking our cells or anything. We're just a new, nutrient-rich environment and this little guy found a way to exploit it. It's not trying to make us blind. It's just that the extracellular matrix is a really easy path into the eyeball for it, and it's really happy when it gets there. Explosive growth is something you see in any kind of invasive species coming into a new environment. No competition.\"\n\nHolden ran a hand through his hair. When he spoke, his voice was soft, like he was speaking mostly to himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Apocalyptic explosions, dead reactors, terrorists, mass murder, death-slugs, and now a blindness plague. This is a terrible planet. We should not have come here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" she said, putting her hand on his arm. He had a very solid arm. Muscular. He put his own hand over hers and her heart picked up a little. She hated feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush, but she also thrilled to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just stay focused, she thought, a little dignity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, Doctor Okoye.\"\n\n\"Elvi.\"\n\n\"Elvi, I need you and Doctor Merton to do whatever you have to do to take care of this. I think I've found a way to get supplies down from orbit, but I don't see any way to get anyone up the well, or where to put them if we did. So if I'm right, I can get you whatever supplies we have up there. But I need you to fix this.\"\n\n\"I will,\" Elvi said, nodding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't have any idea how she could keep that promise, but her heart was full to bursting with the determination that she would." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Anything you need,\" Holden said, \"you just tell me.\"\n\nElvi had a sudden, intrusive, and surprisingly graphic thought. She felt a blush crawling up her neck. \"All right, Captain,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I want... um... if I could get a spare sampling bag from the Israel? I think it would really help.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He let go of her, and she regretted the absence immediately. She shoved her hands into her pockets. He nodded to her, hesitated for a moment as if he were waiting for her to say something more, then moved away into the crowded main room. Elvi bit her lip and swallowed a couple of times until the thickness in her throat subsided." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She knew she was being silly and even borderline inappropriate, but the knowledge did nothing to change it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She stopped at the window, looking out at the gray rain. It was hard to believe that every drop of it contained something that would colonize her body the way that humanity had New Terra. It looked peaceful out there. Vast and rich and beautiful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even the slow river of floodwater carried the calming, majestic, beautiful sense of nature playing out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most of Earth was covered in cities or managed nature preserves about as untamed as a service dog. Mars and the Belt were studded with colonies that had been built and designed to carve a human place in inhuman and lifeless circumstances. This, she realized, was the first place she'd been in her life where she could see true wilderness the way it had been for millennia on Earth. Red in tooth and claw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Deadly and uncaring. Vast, unpredictable, and complex as anything she could imagine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You all right?\" Lucia asked.\n\n\"Overwhelmed,\" Elvi said. \"Fine.\"\n\n\"I've harvested a new sample run from the water purifier,\" the doctor said. \"Help me with the assaying?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When the sampling bag comes, it'll be easier to send the data back home. Maybe they'll be able to help.\"\n\n\"Well, if they find anything, make sure they send it in an audio file,\" Lucia said. \"I don't know that we're going to be reading much.\"\n\n\"How are we going to do it?\" Elvi asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do what?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do any of it. Eat, rebuild, make clean water, keep the death-slugs out? How are we going to do any of that when none of us can see what we're doing?\"\n\n\"At a guess,\" Lucia said, \"poorly.\"\n\nThe long New Terran day and the darkness of the clouds made time feel strange. Elvi sat hunched in the little side chamber that Fayez had appropriated for their research lab." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The walls were curved in ways that left her thinking of bones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The only opening was high on the wall, and Fayez or Lucia or Sudyam had put a sheet of clear plastic over it to keep the death-slugs out. A bank of white LEDs splashed a cold light across the deep red wall and ceiling. The small green sludge in her makeshift Petri dish could have been algae or fungus or the remains of a salad left weeks too long in the back of her dormitory refrigerator back in upper university. But it wasn't any of those things, and the more she looked at it, the more aware she was of the fact." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were some similarities to the more familiar kingdoms of life she'd studied before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lipid boundaries around cells, for instance, appeared to be a good move in design space just the way eyes were, or flight. They seemed to do something similar to mitotic division, though sometimes the cells divided in threes instead of pairs, and she didn't know why. There were other anomalies too, concentrations of some photon-activated molecules that didn't quite make sense.\n\nAnd what was worse, she couldn't think about it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Couldn't concentrate. Whenever her focus slipped, it slipped onto James Holden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound of his voice, his despairing and undaunted laughter, the shape of his ass. He haunted her. She realized that she'd gone through four pages of chemical assay data without having any idea what she'd seen, sat back on her heels, and cursed.\n\n\"Problem?\" Fayez said, stepping through the doorway. His hair was tied back, his face gray with fatigue and streaked with old mud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wondered, looking at him, how long it had been since he'd slept." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wondered how long it had been since she'd slept. Or eaten for that matter.\n\n\"Yes,\" she said.\n\nHe squatted down beside the arch that led back toward the main rooms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The plastic was dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was nighttime, then. She hadn't been paying attention.\n\n\"What's the rumpus?\" Fayez asked. \"Is there some new oh-my-god-we're-going-to-die, or are we still coming to appreciate fully the list we've already got.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have to find Captain Holden.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fayez put his head in his hands. \"Of course you do.\"\n\n\"I have to clear the air.\"\n\nFayez's neck stiffened, and his eyes were wide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, Elvi. No, you don't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I do,\" she said. \"I know it's inappropriate, but the fact of the matter is that I'm in love with him. It's a distraction, and it's affecting my work. I've tried ignoring it, and it's not helping. So I'll go to him, and we'll talk it through. Just to resolve it and—\"\n\n\"No no no,\" Fayez said. \"Oh no. That's a terrible, terrible idea. Don't do that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't understand. I don't want to, but I have to be able to concentrate, and my feelings... my feelings about him—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She rose. Now that she'd said it, it was obvious what had to happen. He'd be sleeping in one of the side rooms like this. Amos would probably be there too as a guard. She could just ask to see him there, in private." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And she could unburden herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She hadn't understood that term before, but she did now. She could unburden herself to him, and he was so kind and so gentle and so thoughtful, he wouldn't laugh at her or turn her away. She would—\n\n\"Elvi!\" Fayez said again. \"Please, please, please do not do this. You aren't in love with James Holden. You don't know James Holden from Adam. You have no idea how close his persona is to the real man, and you've never met the real man. He's on the newsfeeds and he works here. That's all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't understand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course I do,\" Fayez said. \"You're scared as hell, you're lonely, and you're horny. Elvi listen to me. You've been in one of the most stressful environments possible for the last two years. First, we were coming to an unknown planet. Then it was an unknown planet with a bunch of people on it who tried to kill you. And then it blew up. And now we're trying to fend off tiny little things that can kill you because you brush up against them while you try to figure out how to keep things from growing in our eyes. No one stays sane in a situation like this.\"\n\n\"Fayez—\"\n\n\"No! Hear me out. You always cope by ignoring how scared you are and focusing on work, and that's great. Really, whatever gets you through the night, I am absolutely for it. But you're a mammal, Elvi. You're a social animal that derives reassurance from touch, and since we're not a cuddle-puddle culture, that means sex. For two years you've been avoiding workplace romances while all the rest of us have been pairing off and changing partners because we were lonely and scared and that's one way primates reassure themselves and each other. Everyone's been doing this but you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So here you are, freaked out so badly you aren't even clear that you're freaked out, and here comes James Holden, savior of the universe, and of course it all comes out sideways. But it's not about him, it's about you. And if you go clear the air with him, either you'll wind up in bed together or you'll be back here weeping into your tissue samples.\"\n\nElvi felt her jaw sliding forward, her hands forming fists. Fayez rose to his knees, but not more than that. He reached out an arm to block the archway, grimaced, and pulled it back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he spoke again, Fayez's voice was softer, gentler." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please, we have fucked up everything about coming to this deathtrap of a planet. We have hauled every tribalist, territorial, monkey-brained mistake humanity ever made through the gate and made soup with them here. This thing you're about to do? Please let this be the one mistake we don't make.\"\n\n\"You're telling me,\" Elvi said, her voice equal parts outrage and ice, \"that I just need to get laid?\"\n\nFayez slumped back against the wall, defeated.\n\n\"I'm saying you're human, and humans take comfort from each other. I'm saying you don't want Holden for the person he is, because you don't know him, and you're making up a story about him so that you feel okay about taking the thing you need because God forbid you should have a need that isn't all twinned up with romantic love. And...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lifted his hands, shook his head, and looked away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rain pattered against the sheet plastic, tapping like fingernails on stone. Someone far down the hall shouted, and a voice even more distant called back. Elvi crossed her arms.\n\n\"And?\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go on. I don't see why you should stop now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And.\" Fayez sighed. \"And I'm right here.\"\n\nIt took a moment for her to understand what he was saying. What he was offering." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her laughter was as unstoppable as the storm had been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pursed his lips and shrugged, his gaze fixed on the wall behind her. She couldn't stop grinning, even though the force of it made her cheeks hurt. And then the hilarity faded a bit. She caught her breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A flash of distant lightning brightened the window, but no thunder followed it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked down at Fayez. After a moment, he looked up.\n\n\"Okay,\" she said.\n\nFayez snored when he slept." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not deeply. Not a buzzsaw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just a soft purring at the back of his throat. Their mud-caked clothes were folded into pillows under their heads. She lay on her back, her knees bent, considering the ceiling and the softness of her own flesh. He was on his side, curled against her for warmth, his legs folded under and around hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His breath tickled the skin of her collarbone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wondered what she would do or say if someone walked through the archway, but it was night, and the nights here were very long. There was room in them.\n\nShe considered his body, the color of raw honey, with more hair on his chest and legs then she'd expected. Like a caveman, only without any Neanderthal brow ridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, just to see how it felt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd always made a rule of not sleeping with her coworkers. She hadn't so much as held someone's hand since the Israel had started its long burn for the gate. She'd almost forgotten what sex felt like. And its aftermath.\n\nFayez coughed, shifted, and she took the chance to draw herself away from him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sprawled on the floor, face pressed against her clothes, eyes shut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She thought about James Holden, her mind touching gently at her heart, half afraid of what it would find.\n\n\"Huh,\" she said to the room, softly so as to keep Fayez from waking. \"I wasn't in love with Holden.\"\n\nFayez's breath shifted and his eyes fluttered but didn't open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She thought about trying to get her jumpsuit from him, but he looked so peaceful, she decided to wait." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had expected to feel embarrassed by her nakedness. Ashamed. She didn't.\n\nShe sat cross-legged by the chemical assays. In the dish, the green smear from the water sample had shifted a little, throwing off hair-thin runners, exploring its environment. She pulled up the chemical information and started going through it again from the start." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she came to the strange reading of light-activated compounds, she coughed out an impatient sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were chiral, and this was a bi-chiral environment. She was seeing both conformations, and probably for completely different functions. That made sense, then.\n\nShe stretched, her spine popping between the shoulder blades, and folded herself forward, her eyes skimming though the data." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took notes of questions to ask Lucia or send back home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She fell into the data, not noticing when Fayez woke, dressed, and left until he draped a blanket over her shoulders. She looked up. Her jumpsuit was still in a pile on the floor. Fayez put a cup of hot tea beside her and kissed the top of her head.\n\n\"Good morning, sunshine,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi smiled, leaning back against his shins." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I bet you say that to all the girls.\"\n\n\"You okay?\" he asked gently.\n\nElvi frowned. Was she? Given the circumstances, maybe so.\n\n\"I'm looking at this organism,\" she said, \"and, you know, I think I'm beginning to understand it. Here, take a look at these numbers...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The air recycling systems on the Edward Israel didn't care where their power came from. Fusion reactor or battery power, it was all the same to them. Havelock's sense that the air had changed, grown hotter and thicker and less able to sustain life, was all in his head. He was aware of being in a steel-and-ceramic tube of air, closed off from any larger, sustaining environment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd spent most of his adult life in that situation, and the fact had become as invisible to him as someone on Earth thinking about being held to a spinning celestial object by nothing more than mass, shielded from the fusion reaction of the sun by only distance and air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't something you thought about until it was a problem.\n\nHis monitor was split between Captain Marwick on the left looking harried and cross and the chief of RCE's engineering team and Havelock's own militia on the right.\n\n\"I can up the efficiency of the grid enough to get us two, maybe three days,\" the chief engineer said. His face was flushed, and his jaw jutted forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"In theory,\" Marwick said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is an old ship. Things based on theory don't always play out well here.\"\n\n\"We know what kind of grid this is,\" Koenen said. \"It's not guesswork. We have the numbers.\"\n\n\"It's hard facing the fact that numbers are a kind of guesswork, isn't it?\" Marwick said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gentlemen,\" Havelock said, his voice taking the same intonation Murtry's would have had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I understand the issue.\"\n\n\"She may be dead, but she's still my ship,\" Marwick said.\n\n\"Dead?\" the chief engineer said. \"We're going to be dead if—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop now,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Both of you. Just stop. I understand the issue, and I appreciate both of your views. We're not going to do a goddamn thing with any ship modifications until we've loaded the next supply drop for the folks downstairs. Captain, can I have permission for the engineering team to do a sight-only inspection of the grid lines and couplings?\"\n\n\"Sight only?\" Marwick said, eyes narrowed. \"If you'll commit to that. Fine line between seeing something and wanting to give it a little pet.\"\n\nHavelock nodded as if that had been permission." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Chief, put together a crew. Visual inspection only. Give me a report once the drop's gone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sir,\" the chief engineer said. The word was crisp and a little too loud. The way someone who wasn't in the military thought people in the military sounded. The connection on the right dropped and Captain Marwick resized automatically to fill the screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That man's an asshole.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's scared and he's trying to exercise control over... well, anything he can actually exercise control over.\"\n\n\"He's an asshole, and he's forgotten that a few paintball games aren't enough to make him Admiral fucking Nelson.\"\n\n\"I'll keep him in line,\" Havelock said. For another ten days, and then it won't matter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marwick nodded once and dropped his connection as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock took a deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose. He flipped back to his connection request queue. Another thirty messages had come in just while he'd been talking to the captain and the chief. They were all messages from home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From Sol. Requests for interviews and comment from people he'd never met, but not all from people he hadn't seen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sergio Morales from Nezávislé News. Amanda Farouk from First Response. Mayon Dale from Central Information OPA. Even Nasr Maxwell from Forecast Analytics." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The faces and personalities of all the newsfeeds he followed to stay in touch with how things were going back at home were coming to him now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Humanity's attention was pointed out to New Terra. To him.\n\nHe didn't like it, and it didn't help.\n\nHe went through them one by one, replying with the same canned recording he'd made the first time: \"Our hands are full right now addressing the situation on New Terra. Please refer your questions to Patricia Verpiske-Sloan with Royal Charter Energy's public relations division.\" Blah blah blah. He'd probably be dressed down at some point for doing that much." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was already a little worried that he shouldn't have said his hands were full." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You all right?\" Naomi asked from her cell.\n\n\"I'm fine.\"\n\n\"I just ask because you're sighing a lot.\"\n\n\"Am I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Five times in the last minute,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Before the reactor died, it was one every two minutes. On average.\"\n\nHavelock smiled. \"You need a hobby.\"\n\n\"Oh, I really do,\" Naomi said.\n\nHe pulled up the drop shipment status page." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The insertion point was still eight hours away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The longest fabrication run he could do was about six hours, then. If Murtry and the others needed anything that took longer than that, they'd have to wait. He started cycling through the list. Food. Spare water bags for the chem deck they'd salvaged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Acetylene and oxygen for the salvage and repair crew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He checked the weight. He didn't want to skip anything that might be useful downstairs, but it wouldn't help anyone to scatter it all across the upper atmosphere because a chute failed.\n\n\"You're going to be famous when we get back,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Hmm?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're the face of it now. Everything that's happening here? That message you made is what all the feeds are going to be playing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That message was so information-free it was almost sterile,\" Havelock said. \"It's how you say 'no comment' without sounding like you're trying to hide something.\"\n\n\"They won't care. Maybe they don't even run your words. Just the image of you with the audio turned low while they talk over it.\"\n\n\"Well, that's just great,\" Havelock said, sifting the drop contents." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The emergency lighting had batteries, and while they probably wouldn't be enough to set off the planetary defenses, he didn't want to risk it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to remember if there was anything else that carried its own energy supply. It wasn't an issue he was used to worrying about.\n\n\"It was like that for us,\" Naomi said. \"Well, for him, really. Even before Eros.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What was?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Being the face of something. Looking back, I can see where it happened. And then he was that guy who'd been shot at by Mars. And then Eros.\"\n\n\"True enough,\" Havelock said. \"There are probably people who haven't heard of James Holden and the Rocinante, but they're not the kind of people who watch newsfeeds. He seems to bear up under it pretty well, though.\"\n\n\"Why Mister Havelock, I do believe that was sarcasm.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He switched to the packing schematic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The computer had taken all the packages and lined them up in six different configurations, depending on whether density, aerodynamics, or even weight distribution was the highest priority. He turned the imaged with his fingers, imagining each of them in turn falling through the buffeting, violent high atmosphere of New Terra.\n\n\"I just mean that it doesn't seem to bother him,\" he said.\n\n\"Honestly, he's barely aware of it,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come on. You're telling me he doesn't get off on it? Just a little?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He doesn't get off on it, even a little,\" Naomi said. \"I've known men that would. But that's not Jim.\"\n\n\"You two are a couple, right?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I'd call him a lucky man, except he's involved with this utter clusterfuck of a planet,\" Havelock said as he chose one of the compromise packing schemes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The only thing I'm going to be the face of is a long, slow death that everyone in the system can watch and be glad they aren't here.\"\n\nHe switched to the fulfillment tree view. The remaining jobs that needed to be fabbed were all in queue. He had the feeling he was missing something, but it took a few seconds to remember what." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He switched back to the inventory and added in a little box of oncocidals. For James Holden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How well did you know Miller?\" Naomi asked. \"Were you close?\"\n\n\"We were partners,\" Havelock said. \"He kept me out of trouble a couple times when I was in over my head. Or when I was being stupid. Ceres right before the OPA took over wasn't a good place for an Earther.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did he ever strike you as... I don't know. Weird?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He was a cop on Ceres,\" Havelock said. \"We were all weird. Are you about ready for your big outing?\"\n\nNaomi laced her fingers through the grate of the cell. Her expression was amused." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That time of the day already, is it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is the priority of Royal Charter Energy to see that prisoners in its care are treated humanely in accordance with corporate policy and interplanetary law,\" he said, the same way he did every time. It had become something like a joke between them, funny not because it was funny, but because it was familiar.\n\n\"Does seem kind of pointless,\" Naomi said. \"I mean, if we're all going to die.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know,\" Havelock said, surprised at the tightness in his chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But it's what we've got. So I'll take it.\"\n\nHe unstrapped himself and floated over to the restraints locker, punching in his code. The locker dispensed an anklet, and he tossed it across the space. Naomi caught it with her fingertips and drew it gently through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She fixed it around her left ankle and fed the two ends together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The anklet hissed, and the diagnostic light went green. Havelock checked his hand terminal. The anklet read as ready. No anomalies, no errors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He opened the cell, and Naomi floated out, stretching." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her paper jumpsuit crackled with every motion.\n\n\"Shall we?\" Havelock asked.\n\n\"I've been looking forward to it all day,\" Naomi said.\n\nThe gymnasium was fuller than usual." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The uncertainty—the fear—drove some people toward exercise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock didn't know if it was the sense of action that brought them or the need for exhaustion, the drive to wear themselves down so far that even the fact that they were flying dead over an empty planet and the nearest help was over a year away. Or maybe it was just a way to self-medicate. Endorphins could be wonderful things. He escorted Naomi to a resistance gel box, then took the weight trainer next to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crew at the other machines pretended not to watch them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most of their expressions were the careful blank of poker faces, but a few were angry. Of the angry people most were focused on her, but a few—Belters mostly—shot accusing glances at him. Havelock pretended to ignore them as he worked the major muscle groups in his back and legs. Any fast movements, and he'd have his weapon drawn, though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keeping her alive and himself whole was the job." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That and trying to hold everyone together until the ship burned up.\n\nSweat adhered to his skin, tiny dots spreading, touching, pooling. If he worked long enough, he could wind up in a cocoon of his own sweat. He stopped between sets to wick his face dry, and then also Naomi's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She nodded her thanks, but didn't speak." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they were done, he opened the gel box and let her out. One of the environmental techs—a Belter with pale hair and a pug nose named Orson Kalk—floated over to claim it next.\n\n\"Tu carry caba a oksel, schwist,\" he said, and Naomi laughed.\n\n\"Shikata ga fucking nai, sa sa?\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come on,\" Havelock said. \"Let's get moving.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Belter technician put himself in the gel, and Naomi launched across the room back toward the hall that led to his office and her cell. Havelock looked over his shoulder the whole way back. He didn't feel comfortable until she was back in her cell with the grate closed and locked. He pulled a fresh uniform and some wipes from the locker and fed them through to her before he turned on the privacy shield." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled himself back to his crash couch, listening to the soft sounds as she stripped off her old uniform, bathed, and put on the fresh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was right. The privacy shields on the cells didn't stop sound for shit. He checked his queue. Fifty-seven more requests for comment, and none of them anyone he wanted to speak with. He sent them the canned answer again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He closed his eyes, trying to judge by how comfortable it was to keep them closed whether he'd be able to sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He thought so now, but ever since the reactors had shut down, it was easier to fantasize about resting than to rest.\n\nHis monitor chirped. Murtry was on the line. He accepted the connection.\n\nThe man on the screen was the one Havelock knew, and he wasn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Murtry's face had never had much padding to it, but he looked gaunt now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The steely focus Havelock was used to seeing wasn't there, and it took a few seconds to realize it was because Murtry wasn't making the effort to see him.\n\n\"You there, Havelock?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. How's it going down there, sir?\"\n\n\"It could be better,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need a status update on the drop.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh. It's progressing well. We should have it packed and ready for drop in... ah. Looks like six hours and change.\"\n\n\"All right.\"\n\n\"Are you not getting the security group alerts, sir? Should I run diagnostics on them?\"\n\n\"I'm getting them, but I can't read 'em,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His tone was as calm and conversational as if he hadn't just admitted he was losing his sight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So once this drop is done, I want a new priority for the next drop.\"\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\n\"We need to construct a semi-permanent shelter down here. Simple enough design that we can put it together even if we can't see what we're doing all that well. Sturdy enough to last... well, shit, two to four years, I suppose. See what you can find in the specs. If there's nothing on board that fits the bill, you can query the databases back home, but I'd rather not miss too many drop windows. I'm not sure how much longer the people down here are going to be up for working.\"\n\n\"What dimensions do you need?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Doesn't matter. Whatever's fast and sturdy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock frowned. The sounds from the prisoner's cell were gone. He didn't know if she was listening. Probably she was. He couldn't see how it mattered. \"Is there anything functional I should be looking for?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Murtry shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His gaze caught the camera for a moment, then let it go. \"If this expedition doesn't leave survivors, I want to make damned sure that when the next wave shows up, there's something with a roof on it waiting for them, and that it has RCE printed on it.\"\n\n\"Planting a flag, sir?\"\n\n\"I think of it as a minimum fallback position,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can you do it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can.\"\n\n\"Good man. I'll be in touch.\"\n\n\"Is there anything else you need down there?\"\n\n\"Nah,\" Murtry said. \"Plenty of things I'd want, but get me that shelter fast enough we can put it up, and we'll have what we need.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The connection went dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock whistled low between his teeth. The privacy shield on Naomi's cell dropped.\n\n\"Hey,\" he said.\n\n\"Your boss's plan is to build a shed strong enough to be a headstone when the next group of idiots comes out here to die. I can't decide if that man's a nihilist or the second most idealistic man I've ever met.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Might be room for both.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Might be,\" Naomi said. And then a moment later, \"Are you all right?\"\n\n\"Me? I'm fine.\"\n\n\"Are you sure? Because you're in a ship in decaying orbit, and the man you look up to like a father just told you he was getting ready to die.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't look up to him like a father,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right.\"\n\n\"He has a plan. I'm sure he has a plan.\"\n\n\"His plan is that we all die,\" Naomi said.\n\nIn null g, tears didn't fall so much as build up, sheeting over his eyes until everything looked like it was underwater." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Drowned. He wiped them away with his sleeve, but there was still too much moisture running across his lenses, tiny waves that shook the walls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took almost a minute to bring his breath back under control.\n\n\"Well, that must have been amusing for you,\" he said bitterly.\n\n\"No,\" she said. \"But if you've got a spare tissue, I'd take it. This uniform doesn't absorb for crap.\"\n\nWhen he looked over, she also had a sheen of tears filling her eye sockets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock hesitated, then unstrapped himself, grabbed the tiny, hard puck of a hand towel, and slid over to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He passed the puck through the grating, and she pressed it to her eyes, letting the water from them darken the cloth and letting it expand and unfold on its own.\n\n\"I'm scared as hell,\" Havelock said.\n\n\"Me too.\"\n\n\"I don't want to die.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't either.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Murtry doesn't care.\"\n\n\"No,\" Naomi said. \"He doesn't.\"\n\nWords rose in his throat, clogging it. For a moment, he thought he might start weeping again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was too tired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been working too long under too much stress. He was getting emotionally labile. Maudlin. The knot in his throat didn't fade.\n\n\"I think,\" he said, struggling with each syllable, \"that I took the wrong contract.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like James S. A. Corey would" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The data and analysis came back in a disorganized lump, some from the expert systems on the Israel, some from the RCE workgroups back on Luna, Earth, and Ganymede." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was no synthesis, no easily digested summary of the findings. Instead it was opinion and speculation, suggested tests—only some of which were remotely possible with the equipment she had—and data analysis. Between Lucia's medical reports of the early cases among the squatters and Elvi's observations from after the deluge, there was just enough information to fuel a thousand theories and not enough to draw any real conclusions. And Elvi was the head of the local workgroup, and the only person in the universe with access to test subjects and new information." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The death-slugs were relatively simple." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The toxic compound was a complex carbon ring with a nitrogenous sheet coming off it that looked superficially related to tetrodotoxin, and appeared to be part of the slug's motility system rather than an anti-predation adaptation. How exactly it crossed into the blood was still mysterious, but the slime had a half dozen r-chiral elements that no one had yet bothered to examine extensively. Whatever new knowledge arose from later study, for Elvi's purposes the answers were all there: neurotoxin, no antidote, try not to touch them. Done.\n\nThe eye flora, on the other hand, was more complex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The labs on Luna and Ganymede were working with algal models, treating the growth as if it were an invasive species that had entered a naïve tide pool." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Earth workgroup was arguing that the better model was actually a photosensitive mineral structure. Working from what little medical data had survived the storm, the Israel's expert system suggested that the blindness was less from the foreign mass in the vitreous humor and more from the way that the living organism scattered light. That was very good news because it suggested that killing the organism and breaking down the optically active structures would lead to a fairly rapid return of function. There would be floaters in all their eyes, but most people had those, and the brain was decent at compensating for them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How to go about killing them, though, was obscure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And time was at a premium. There was a decided spike in white blood cells, so their bodies were trying to clean the invaders out. It just wasn't working.\n\nFor her, the symptoms had started with just a little scratchiness around her eyelids no worse than seasonal allergies back at home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then there was a little whitish discharge and mild headache." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then, seven hours after she first noticed it, the world began to blur a little and take on a greenish hue. That was when she knew for certain that she was going to be blinded by it too.\n\nFear and practicality were changing the shape of the refugee camp even within the physical constraints of the ruins. People who had gone to the farther parts of the structure were pulling back in now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The need for space and privacy were giving way to the fear of the slugs and the weather and the dread of their growing impairment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The increased density mostly showed itself to Elvi as a change in the ambient sound. Louder voices in conversation that ran together until she felt like she was doing research in the back of a train station. Sometimes it was comforting to have all those human sounds around her, sometimes it was annoying. For the most part, she ignored it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you doing all right, Doctor?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi turned from the chemistry deck. Carol Chiwewe stood in the arch that passed for a doorway. She looked tired. And blurry. And vaguely green. Elvi rubbed her eyes to clear them, even though she knew intellectually it wouldn't make any difference." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rain pattered softly against the plastic sheeting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi almost didn't notice it anymore.\n\n\"Fine,\" she said. \"You have the new count?\"\n\n\"We caught forty-one of the little fuckers today,\" Carol said. \"That's an uptick, isn't it? I thought if things dried out a little, they'd start going away.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is it drying out?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. It's raining less, though. I hoped.\"\n\n\"Too early to call it significant,\" Elvi said, entering the data in its field. Tracking the number of death-slugs was just one more of a dozen studies she was juggling now. \"The overall trend is still down, and there may be a cycle within the next few days.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It would be good if they slept at night. Probably too much to hope for, though.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Probably,\" Elvi said. \"They're normally subterranean. They're not likely to be diurnal.\"\n\n\"We're running out of food,\" Carol said. Her voice didn't change its inflections.\n\n\"The drops are helping,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The drops won't last forever. There has to be something on this planet we can eat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There isn't,\" Elvi said.\n\nCarol said something obscene under her breath, and it sounded like despair. She sighed. \"All right. See you again next hour.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind her, Fayez yawned and stretched." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd meant to nap with him, but she hadn't quite gotten away from the deck. She squinted, checking the time. Fayez had been asleep for three hours.\n\n\"Did I miss anything?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Science,\" she said. \"You missed science.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, damn. Can I borrow your notes?\"\n\n\"Nope, you'll just have to hire a tutor.\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Did you remember to eat?\"\n\n\"No.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At last. A way I can be useful. Stay here, and I'll come back with a bar of undifferentiated foodlike product and some filtered water.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We're running out of food.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she said. \"And while you're out there, see if you can find Yma and Lucia. They were going to be doing ocular assessments of everyone.\"\n\n\"The blind studying the blind,\" Fayez said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's like graduate school all over again. I'll track them down. You should take a break. Rest your eyes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will,\" Elvi lied. Her eyes—all their eyes—would soon be getting plenty of rest. Growing up, Elvi's aunt had been blind and still perfectly functional, but she'd been living in a farming arcology in Trento. Elvi was on a planet with no sustainable agriculture, an inedible ecosystem, and where touching the wrong thing would kill her on the spot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Context was everything. Her hand terminal chimed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A new batch of reports and letters from the Ganymede group. She opened them with a sigh. If she took time to read all the suggestions they were coming up with, she wouldn't have time for anything else. She picked one at random and opened it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to increase the font to read it, but switching to bright red lettering on a black background helped a little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If the invading organism followed the same growth curve as yeast...\n\n\"Success!\" Fayez said. \"I have returned with sustenance and Lucia. And you aren't even pretending to have taken a break.\"\n\n\"Nope,\" Elvi said, taking the hard, palm-sized cake of emergency rations from him and turning to the doctor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What have we found?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good news and bad. Almost a hundred percent infection rate,\" Lucia said, sinking to the floor beside her. \"The progression is slower in children than adults, it seems, but only slightly.\"\n\n\"What about RCE versus First Landers?\"\n\n\"I haven't seen all the data Yma collected. She was working with your people mostly. My impression is that there's no difference. Also in the bad news column, it appears to be much more aggressive than the earlier, isolated cases.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi took a bite of the bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It tasted like unsweetened fruitcake and smelled like potting soil and it sucked up all the saliva in her mouth like a sponge.\n\n\"Higher initial load?\" Elvi said around the puck of food in her mouth. \"It was so arid before, there might not have been as many infectious particles.\"\n\n\"Few enough that our immune systems could identify them as foreign and kick them out,\" Lucia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can they do that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fayez asked. \"I thought these things were a completely different biology. Do our immune systems even work on them?\"\n\n\"Not as efficiently,\" Lucia said. She sounded tired. \"But if the storm was loaded with them, they'd swamp what defenses we do have.\"\n\n\"And then,\" Elvi said, \"everyone gets it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" Lucia said. \"Only no.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi opened her eyes again. Lucia was smiling. \"Good and bad, remember? We have one man with no growth.\"\n\n\"None?\"\n\n\"Even if it were only massively delayed growth, I know what the early signs should look like. Nothing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Could he... could he not have been exposed?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He was exposed.\"\n\nElvi felt a bubble of pure joy open in her chest. It was like getting an unexpected present. A flash of lightning brightened the room for a moment, and she wondered why it was green until she remembered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So we've got the one-eyed man who's going to be king?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fayez said. \"I mean, better one than none, but I'm not seeing the long-term solve here.\"\n\n\"We've found treatments and vaccines for any number of diseases by studying people who were naturally immune,\" Elvi said. \"This is a toehold.\"\n\n\"Right,\" Fayez said, rubbing his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry. I may not be at my best right now. I've been under a little stress lately.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi smiled at the little joke. \"Will he consent to testing?\" she asked.\n\n\"Do we care?\" Fayez said.\n\n\"I haven't had the chance to ask yet,\" Lucia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was hard enough getting the initial screening done.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why?\" Elvi asked. \"Who is it?\"\n\nHolden was at the entrance to the main room. Whatever hues his clothes had been, they were the color of mud now, same as for everyone else; mud, exhaustion, tears, and fear were the new uniform for the RCE and the citizens of First Landing alike. His hair was slicked back and greasy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The beginnings of a spotty, moth-eaten beard mottled his cheeks and the top of his neck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her failing vision softened away the lines of age and stress and left him a pleasant-enough-looking but unremarkable man. She remembered all the times she'd generated excuses to spend time in his company. It hardly seemed plausible that it was the same person.\n\nShe steeled herself and crossed the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Captain Holden? Can I have a moment?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm really busy right now. Is this something that can wait?\"\n\n\"It isn't,\" she said.\n\nHolden grimaced, the expression there and gone again almost too quickly to register. \"All right. How can I help you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi licked her lips, thinking about how to present the explanation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't have any idea how much background he had in biology, so she figured it was better to start low.\n\n\"Captain, you are a very special, very important person—\"\n\n\"Wait.\"\n\n\"No, no, I—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Really. Wait. Look, Doctor Okoye. Elvi. I've been feeling a kind of tension between us for a while now, and I've just been pretending not to. Ignoring it. And that was probably a bad call on my part. I was just trying to make it all go away so we wouldn't have to say anything, but I'm in a very committed, very serious relationship, and while some of my parents weren't monogamists, this relationship is. Before we go any farther, I need to be clear with you that nothing like that can happen between us. It's not you. You're a beautiful, intelligent woman and—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The organism that's blinding us,\" she said. \"You're immune to it. I need to get blood samples. Maybe tissue.\"\n\n\"I'll help any way I can, but you have understand that—\"\n\n\"That's why you're special. You're immune. That's what I was talking about.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden stopped, his mouth half open, his hands out before him, patting the air reassuringly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For three interminable heartbeats, he was silent. And then, \"Oh. Oh. I thought you were—\"\n\n\"The eye assessment that Doctor Merton did—\n\n\"Because I thought... Well, I'm sorry. I misunderstood—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There was. The tension? You were talking about? There was some tension. But there's not anymore,\" Elvi said. \"At all.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay,\" Holden said. He looked at her for a moment, his head turned a degree to the side. \"Well, this is awkward.\"\n\n\"It is now.\"\n\n\"How about we never mention this again?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think that would be fine,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We will need you to come let us take some blood samples.\"\n\n\"Of course. Yes. I'll do that.\"\n\n\"And as my vision starts failing, I may need you to come read some of the results to me.\"\n\n\"I will do that too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And thank you, Doctor Okoye.\"\n\nThey each nodded to the other two or three times, apparently unable to break free of the moment. In the end, she spun on her heel and headed back, navigating between the knots and clusters of people camped on the floor of the ruins. One of the squatters was weeping and shaking back and forth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi stepped past him and trotted back to the lab." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yma had arrived in her absence, sitting cross-legged on the floor with Lucia as they compared data. Elvi didn't think her eyes were getting markedly worse until she tried to look over their shoulders. Yma's hand terminal was a blur of white and blue, as empty of usable information as the clouds.\n\n\"Did he agree?\" Yma asked, her voice tense as stretched wire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He did,\" Elvi said, sitting down at the chemistry deck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The water bag needed to be refilled. A time was going to come—and soon—when the little deck was going to have to stop generating drinking water so that she could use its full resources to run her tests. It wasn't yet. She swapped out the water bags.\n\n\"Did you get a history?\" Lucia asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A medical history? No. I was thinking perhaps you could do that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you'd like,\" Lucia said, levering herself up from the ground. \"He's back in the main room?\"\n\n\"He is,\" Elvi said, kneeling at the deck controls. A smear of mud darkened the readout, but when she wiped it away, she could still make out the letters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll set up a few screenings for his blood.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lachrymal fluid too?\"\n\n\"Probably a good idea,\" Elvi said. \"Just see if there's anything out of the ordinary.\"\n\n\"All right then,\" Lucia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she walked toward the door, her steps had a little hitch in them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A hesitation. Elvi wondered how much longer the doctor would be able to function. The same question for all of them. There wasn't time.\n\n\"Anything new in your data?\" she asked.\n\n\"Consistent,\" Yma said. \"Whatever it is, it doesn't draw a distinction between us and the squatters.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, it's the only one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hours passed without Elvi being aware of it. Her mind and attention had taken her outside the world of minutes and hours to a place defined by test runs, transmission lag, and slowed only by her failing sight. Even before Holden's test results came back, she was prying what information she could from the samples of the organism, categorizing it only to find analogies with other plants or animals or fungi. The sense of time running short was a constant, and so, like a noxious smell over an extended period, before long it stopped being something she noticed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And instead, she felt the simple joy of doing what she did best." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had chosen her for the assignment because biological systems made sense to her, working through knotty problems was what she did for fun. For months now, she had been doing a long run of data collection. It had been lovely to see this new world, to watch its first secrets unfold, but it had also been easy. A graduate assistant could have gathered all the same samples she had." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This work was hard, and it was her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And while the life or death of everyone on New Terra resting on it scared her, it didn't take away the essential joy of her work.\n\n\"You need to eat,\" Fayez said.\n\n\"I just did,\" she said. \"You gave me that bar.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That was ten hours ago,\" he said gently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You need to eat.\"\n\nElvi sighed and leaned back from the screen. She'd been bent almost double trying to make out the results. Her back ached and there was a headache building all across the front of her skull." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fayez held something out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another bar of emergency cake. When she took it, his fingers stayed with hers.\n\n\"Are you all right?\"\n\n\"I'm fine,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're sure?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, apart from the obvious. Why?\"\n\n\"You seemed a little distant.\"\n\n\"I've been working.\"\n\n\"Sure. Of course. I'm sorry. I'm just being stupid.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't understand,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Haven't I been acting the same way I always do?\"\n\n\"Yes, you have,\" Fayez said, letting go of her hand. \"That was kind of my point. After... after, you know—\"\n\n\"The sex?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shifted. She imagined him closing his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wincing a little bit. With her eyes as bad as they were, it wasn't much more than a guess, but it filled her with a surprising glee. Who would have guessed? Fayez with tender feelings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The sex,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just wanted to make sure that we were okay. That things were all right between us.\"\n\n\"Well,\" she said, \"orgasm does release a lot of oxytocin, so I'm probably more fond of you than before.\"\n\n\"Now you're teasing me.\"\n\n\"That too,\" she said, and took another bite of the cake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It really was awful stuff." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wanted to make sure that I knew where we stood.\"\n\n\"I haven't really thought about it,\" Elvi said, gesturing at the chemistry deck. \"You know. Busy.\"\n\n\"Of course,\" Fayez said. \"I understand.\"\n\n\"Once we're not all going to die, though, maybe we could talk about it? Would that be okay?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That would be fine.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right, then. It's a date,\" Elvi said, and sat back down at the deck. Her back hurt. Especially between the shoulder blades. She went through the tools screen, trying to find a way to bump the font up another level, but the deck's options were very limited. She was going to need help, and soon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the main room, someone called out sharply, and a dozen voices rose in an answering chorus of complaint." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, that wouldn't be fine,\" Fayez said. \"Elvi, listen. You are the smartest woman I've ever met, and I've been at some of the best universities there are. If there's anyone, anywhere that can get us out of this, it's you, and I would very much like to grow very, very old and decrepit and probably incontinent and senile in your company. So if you could save my life and everyone else's, I'd very much appreciate it.\"\n\nThat's sweet and Please don't put more pressure on me right now and I'll try warred in her mind. Somewhere at the edge of the ruins, someone shouted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hoped it wasn't a slug, that it wasn't another death." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That it wasn't something else that had gone wrong.\n\n\"Okay,\" she said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like James S. A. Corey and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden shuffled his way around the tower again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sky was the iron gray of an overcast noon. The rain had tapered off to a faint drizzle just heavy enough to keep his hair and clothes soaked and send rivulets of water down his spine. The wet ground sucked at his boot heels with each step. The air smelled of ozone and mud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A small group of death-slugs were nosing at a crack in the tower's base." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A wad of fabric blocked their entrance, but they were using their narrow noses to probe at it, looking for a way in. Holden hefted his long-handled shovel recovered from the ruined mines and smashed them flat with one heavy blow. He scooped up the gooey corpses and threw them away from the tower, then let the light rain wash the slime off the blade.\n\nHe moved on, finding only the occasional straggler on the tower wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These he scraped off and flung away using the shovel like a catapult." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At first, it had been sort of fun to see how far he could throw them. Now his shoulders and arms burned with fatigue and his distances were getting shorter and shorter.\n\nMiller followed along sometimes, not saying anything, just a gray basset-hound-faced reminder that Holden had more important things to be doing.\n\nHe vanished when Holden rounded a corner and found a small work crew resting near a partially dug trench." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were trying to get at least a shallow water-filled ditch all the way around the tower, but it was slow work with their primitive implements." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This particular group was made up of three women and two men with crude digging tools. They were stretching and drinking water from one of the bags the purifier put out. One of the women gave him a nod, the other four ignored him.\n\nOne of the two men had a slug on his pants." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It hung on the fabric, just above his right knee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was no slime trail around it. None of the five diggers seemed to notice it was there. Holden knew that if he shouted in alarm, the man might take a swipe at it with his hand without thinking. So he calmly walked toward him and said, \"Don't move.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man frowned back at him. \"Que?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden grabbed the man by the shoulders and shoved him onto his back. \"The fuck?\" the other man said. They were all backing away from him like onlookers at the start of a fight. Holden leaned over the man on the ground and repeated, \"Don't move.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he grabbed the cuffs of the man's pants and yanked them off with one hard pull." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He threw them as far away as he could.\n\n\"What just happened?\" said the woman who'd first nodded at him. Holden recognized her now. Older, tough, one of the bosses at the mine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Probably in charge of the trench crew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Didn't anyone see that he had a slug on his knee?\"\n\n\"Babosa malo?\" someone muttered.\n\nHolden reached down a hand and pulled the dazed man to his feet. \"You had a death-slug on your pants. Were you leaning against this wall?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. I don't know. Maybe, for a second,\" the man started." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I told you people,\" Holden said, first to the man then rotating to face the crew boss. \"I told you not to touch the walls. The slugs climb them to get away from the water.\"\n\nThe crew boss nodded at him with one fist. \"Sa sa.\"\n\n\"You didn't see it,\" Holden said, not asking a question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How bad? Malo que sus ojos?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ojos?\" the man asked.\n\n\"Not ojos. Ah. Orbas. Eyes.\"\n\n\"Na khorocho,\" the man agreed with a Belter shrug of his hands. Not good.\n\n\"Well, the price you pay for not letting your boss know you couldn't see well enough to avoid slugs is now you have no pants.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sa sa.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So go back inside,\" Holden said, giving the man a gentle shove toward the tower entrance, \"and see if you can find some way to cover your shame.\"\n\n\"Sorry, boss,\" the man replied, then trotted off.\n\n\"Anyone else on the crew that bad?\" Holden asked the team leader." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She frowned and shrugged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not great. We all missed it.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Holden said, rubbing his head. It sent the water clinging to his scalp and hair running down his neck. After a moment he said, \"Take them all back.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The trench.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Too risky now. I'll stay on patrol. Get your people inside.\"\n\n\"All right,\" the woman said, then started leading her people toward the entrance.\n\nHolden's hand terminal buzzed at him, and when he pulled it out he saw someone had been trying to connect for a while. He allowed the connection and after a few seconds Elvi appeared on the screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jim, where are you? I need you back at the lab.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sorry,\" Holden replied. \"Kinda busy out here.\"\n\n\"Your bloodwork just finished. I need you to come read me the results.\"\n\nThe screen on the analysis rig was tiny. Who, in the age of implantable vision correctives, had bad eyesight?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden felt he could make a usability argument to the designers now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me finish this patrol,\" Holden said.\n\n\"This is important.\"\n\n\"So is keeping alive the idiots who insist on working outside when they can't see.\"\n\n\"Hurry then. Please,\" she said and killed the connection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden was putting his terminal away when it started pinging at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A quick glance at the screen showed it was alerting him to another supply drop. He held the terminal up to the skyline and let it direct him to the location of the drop. A distant white parachute popped into view as the terminal zoomed in on it. Too far. They were still coming in randomly scattered over too wide an area." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They had teams out recovering the first several drops, but pretty soon they wouldn't have anyone left who could see far enough to make a dangerous trek out to the supplies and back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anyone but him.\n\nHe headed off to find Amos and their potential solution to that problem. The mechanic had set up his little workshop a few hundred meters away from the tower under an A-frame shelter made of corrugated plastic sheeting. A variety of tools, salvaged electric cart parts, and welding supplies littered the cramped space beneath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How's it looking?\" Holden asked, then walked into the shelter and sat on a plastic crate filled with odds and ends." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos sat cross-legged on a sheet of plastic surrounded by battery housings in various states of disassembly. \"Well, here's the problem,\" he said, waving at the batteries with one thick arm.\n\n\"As in?\"\n\n\"As in, I got a couple carts they hauled out of the soup around the mines that I can have ready to roll in hours if I throw my back into it. Turns out they don't mind being submerged all that much. The drive assemblies need the mud cleaned out and shit, that's an easy job.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But the batteries are hosed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, that's about the size of it.\" Amos picked up a delicate-looking strip of metal covered in rust spots. \"They minded.\"\n\nHolden took the corroded lead out of Amos' hand and looked it over for a few seconds, then tossed it on a growing pile of bad parts. \"The ships say high-altitude winds are making precise drops impossible,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Right now, I can send out search teams to track them down.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right up until your searchers can't see to piss without hitting their shoes.\"\n\n\"Right up until then. And then I'm the only person who can go get the supplies. And I can't keep up with that and everything else without some wheels.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Amos said. \"Good news is I think I can assemble two or three working batteries off the parts. Bad news is I'll probably only be able to charge one.\"\n\n\"One is all I need. And a functioning cart to put it in.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can make that happen,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He slowly reached across his body and grabbed the oxyacetylene torch. It popped to life with a bright blue flame that he pointed at something on the ground. A death-slug that had been creeping up on him died with a hiss and a sizzle.\n\n\"How are your eyes doing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden asked, keeping his tone casual." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay so far,\" the mechanic replied. \"We haven't been here as long, maybe. But I can see green flaring at the edges of my vision, so I know I got the bug same as everyone else.\"\n\n\"You should be inside with the rest of us.\"\n\n\"Naw,\" Amos said. As he spoke, he grabbed one of the partial batteries and began pulling it apart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lot of this salvage Wei's people are bringing in is leaking toxic shit you wouldn't want in the air in there. Plus, I don't want those people getting touchy-feely with my stuff.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know what I mean. This shelter you've set up makes an attractive dry spot. The slugs will be swarming you by nightfall.\"\n\n\"Maybe,\" Amos agreed with a nod. \"But I got my plastic sheet to keep 'em from popping up out of the ground. And the ones that try to crawl in get fried by the torch. I leave their little smoking corpses out there. The live ones seem to avoid 'em. I think I'm okay.\"\n\nHolden nodded, and sat with Amos in companionable silence for a few minutes while the mechanic finished stripping the battery and laying out the parts based on how damaged they were." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was building a pile of clean parts to assemble new battery housings out of." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden knew if he offered to help he'd just get in the way, but it was so nice to be both out of the rain, and out of sight of the anxious colonists, that he didn't want to leave.\n\n\"You know,\" he finally said, \"if your eyes get much worse I'm going to have to make you come inside. Finished with this or not.\"\n\n\"I guess you can try,\" Amos said with a laugh.\n\n\"Don't fight me on this,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Please. Can I have one thing no one is fighting me on? I'm not leaving you out here to get poisoned. And if you're blind, I think I can take you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Might be fun to find out,\" Amos laughed again. \"If it's anybody, it's you, I guess. But I'm not being obstinate to be a pain in your ass, Cap. I hope you know that.\"\n\n\"Then what?\"\n\n\"Everybody in there has the same fucking problem. Running out of food, going blind, planet blew up,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He began assembling a battery out of spare parts while he spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His deft fingers knew the work so well he almost didn't have to look at it. \"Know what they'll be talking about?\"\n\n\"That?\"\n\n\"Yeah. 'Boo hoo, I ain't got no food, I'm going blind, holy shit there's poison slugs.' I don't do group therapy. Couple minutes of bitching and moaning, I'm gonna start knocking people out just to get some peace.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden slumped on the crate, putting his soggy head in his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know. I get to listen to that instead. It's making me a little cranky.\"\n\n\"You're cranky because you're tired,\" Amos said. \"You got that I-have-to-save-everyone hangup, so I make it that you haven't slept in about two days. But listening to people bitch? Yeah, that's sorta your job. It's why you make the big money.\"\n\n\"We make the same money.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then I guess you're doing it for the fame and glory.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hate you,\" Holden said.\n\n\"I'll have that first cart up and running by the end of the day,\" Amos replied, snapping the battery housing together with a plastic click.\n\n\"Thanks,\" Holden said, then pushed himself to his feet with a grunt and started slogging his way back toward the tower.\n\n\"Anytime,\" Amos said to his back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden's terminal started buzzing again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jim, where are you?\" Elvi said the moment he accepted the connection. \"I need this data—\"\n\n\"On my way,\" he replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sort of wearing a lot of hats right now. But I should be there in a minute.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He killed the connection just in time to for Murtry to come out of the tower's main entrance and make him a liar.\n\n\"Captain,\" Murtry said.\n\n\"Mister Murtry. How are things on your end? Amos seems to be making good use of the salvaged carts.\"\n\n\"He's a good mechanic,\" the RCE security chief replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There was another drop.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Saw it. My terminal marked and mapped it. Let me transfer the location so you can send a team.\"\n\nAs he transferred the data, Murtry said, \"We lost a man.\"\n\n\"Who?\"\n\n\"Paulson. One of my drivers. Slug crawled into his boot when no one was looking.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm very sorry,\" Holden said, trying to remember if he knew which one Paulson was, and feeling guilty that someone had died to help them out and he couldn't even put a face with the name." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stupid mistake,\" Murtry said. He tapped out some rapid commands on his terminal. \"And I wasn't looking for your sympathy. Just apprising you of the situation and our reduced team strength.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Holden said, surprised that the man's lack of empathy still surprised him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wei will handle the supply pickup.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How's her vision doing? How many more of these runs does she have in her, do you think?\"\n\n\"She's on her way,\" Murtry said with a humorless smile. \"So at least one more, I'd say.\"\n\n\"Great,\" Holden said. \"Tell her I said thanks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Will do,\" Murtry replied, ignoring the irony." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I need something from you.\"\n\n\"You need, or RCE needs?\"\n\n\"Consider those the same thing at this point,\" Murtry said. \"Should be some construction materials in this load. I need to assemble a work crew to set up my structure before everyone is too blind to do the job.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's it for? There's a ton of other work we need to do while we can. And in a turn of luck,\" Holden said, pointing at the alien tower behind him, \"shelter is not one of our pressing problems.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"These people,\" Murtry said, \"are eating my food, drinking my water, and taking my medicine. My team is gathering the supplies and doing the dangerous salvage work that makes any of this possible. You know what? As long as that remains true, they can throw up a few walls for me when I ask.\"\n\n\"Then what do you need from me?\"\n\n\"They have the mistaken impression you're in charge. Correcting them seemed impolite.\"\n\nHolden had a sudden mental image of dragging the soon-to-be-blind Murtry out into the middle of the rain-soaked desert and abandoning him at the center of a swarm of the lethal slugs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did I say something funny?\" Murtry asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Inside joke,\" Holden replied with a smile. \"You had to be there. I'll let Carol know you're looking for volunteers.\"\n\nBefore Murtry could object, Holden turned and walked away.\n\nInside, the tower was a buzzing hive of activity as the colonists hurried to finish their last preparations for the coming long night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia had a group working to fill everything that could hold water with supplies from the chemistry deck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Carol Chiwewe was leading a team through the interior of the tower hunting out any remaining death-slugs and plugging any holes they could find.\n\nHolden climbed a ramp and then a set of steps made out of empty packing crates to reach the third floor of the tower. Inside the chamber they'd optimistically named the lab, he found Elvi, Fayez, and a third member of the RCE science team whom Holden thought was named Sudyam.\n\n\"Who is that?\" Elvi asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She poked Fayez in the bicep. \"Is that Jim?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fayez squinted at him for a second then said, \"Finally.\"\n\n\"Sorry I was late, but Murtry wanted—\"\n\n\"I need you to come read this,\" Elvi said over the top of him. She was pointing at the chemistry deck's small screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden walked over and looked at the display, but had no idea what any of the confusion of symbols and acronyms meant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What am I looking for?\"\n\n\"First we want to check the CBC,\" Elvi said, coming over to point at the screen. Nothing on it said CBC.\n\n\"Okay,\" Holden said. \"Will it say CBC? I don't see CBC here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi sighed, then began speaking slowly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Does the screen say 'results' at the top?\"\n\n\"No. It says 'tools' at the very top. Is that what you mean?\"\n\n\"Wrong menu. Hit the back button,\" Elvi said, pointing at a button on the screen. Holden pushed it.\n\n\"Oh, I see a results option now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hit that. Then we're going to be looking for numbers on the CBC, RBC, WBC, hemoglobin, hematocrit, and platelet count readouts.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey,\" Holden said happily, \"I see all that stuff.\"\n\n\"Tell us what they are.\"\n\nHolden did so, while Elvi made notes on her terminal. She had the display blown up to the point where Holden could read it from across the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Back up now and let's look at blood gases,\" she said when they were done." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took over an hour, but in the end Holden had given them all the results they were looking for. They decided to take some more of his blood and let him go.\n\nWhen they were done, he stood next to Elvi pressing a scrap of bandage against the puncture wound. \"Are we any closer?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not an easy process,\" she replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Even with access to all these minds and the Israel's computer. We're looking for a needle in a complex organism.\"\n\n\"How much time do we have left?\"\n\nElvi tilted her head up so the light shone into her pupils. Holden could see the faint green tinge there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Almost none,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But you should go get some sleep. You're exhausted.\"\n\n\"My blood told you that?\"\n\n\"You haven't slept in two days,\" she said with a laugh. \"Math tells me that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I promise, I'll hit the rack as soon as I can,\" he lied to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He climbed down the makeshift steps and the weirdly alien curve of the ramp to the tangle of people at the ground floor. Lucia had turned over water duty to her assistants, and was shining a penlight into the eyes of a small child. She gave Holden a tired smile as he walked by. Someone gave an alarmed shout, then rushed through the room carrying a slug on a stick and threw it outside." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey Papa!\" the Jacek on the screen said. The boy's voice almost vibrated with fear and exhaustion.\n\n\"Hey son,\" the recorded Basia and the real one said at the same time. Jacek began talking about death-slugs and lightning and living in the alien ruins, reciting words of reassurance and explanation that Basia could recognize as Lucia's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jacek soberly repeated all the reasons his mother had given him that things might end well, telling Basia as an excuse to hear them again himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the third time Basia had watched the recorded video of his conversation with his boy. When it finished, he cued up the recording of his conversation with Lucia and watched it for the tenth time.\n\nHe considered asking Alex to call them again, get new conversations to record, but he recognized this as a selfish impulse and quashed it.\n\nJacek looked dirty, covered with mud, tired." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He described the horror of the poisonous slug worms with dread and fascination." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The constant lightning storms and rain were amazingly exotic to a child who'd only ever lived in ice tunnels and ship holds before coming to Ilus. He never said he wished his daddy was there, but the fact sang in his words. Basia wanted nothing more than to take his boy by the hand, tell him it was all right to be scared. That bravery was being scared and doing it anyway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucia, when her turn had come, looked less fearful than exhausted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her smiles for him were all perfunctory. Her report was vague because, he knew, she had nothing to say that would help either of them to hear.\n\nFelcia's videos had been the ones that brought him peace. She was the one member of his family he had felt like he hadn't failed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd wanted to go to school, and he'd managed to push down his fears and needs and the burdens that he carried long enough to actually let her go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had felt like a victory.\n\nUntil now.\n\nNow he only saw the ticking clock Alex had left running, showing the remaining time until she burned up across Ilus' sky.\n\nThe simulation and timer ran out their terrible program on the panel behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried never to look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he needed to use the screens on the operations deck, he drifted through the compartment trying not to even glance in its direction. He tried very hard to forget that it existed at all.\n\nHe failed.\n\nWatching his most recent conversation with Felcia for the fourth time, he felt the timer behind him, like a warm spot on his back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like the stare of someone from across a crowded room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The game became how long he could go without looking. Or whether he could distract himself sufficiently to forget it was there.\n\nOn the screen, Felcia told him about learning to change air scrubbers on the Belter freighter. It wasn't the sort of things she'd had to do in the long months when the Barbapiccola had been their home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her graceful fingers were demonstrating some complex function necessary to the process." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She made it seem light. Fun. Amusing. He was her father. He knew that she was scared.\n\nTick tick tick, the clock burned soundlessly at his back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He adjusted the air recycling system nozzle near his panel and sent a cool breeze across his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He finished the recording and spent some time organizing his files by content and date. Then decided it was better by date and name, and reorganized them again.\n\nTick tick tick, hot like the sun on a dark shirt at noon. Burning without burning.\n\nHe opened up the file Alex had set up with repair tasks and scrolled through the list." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd already checked off the ones he was actually capable of doing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He spent some time looking over the rest of the items, trying to decide if there were any he could help out with. Nothing jumped out at him. Not surprising, since it was his fifth time through the list.\n\nTick tick tick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia turned around. The first thing he noticed was that the simulated orbital paths looked different." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The changes were so slight that he probably shouldn't have been able to see them, but the bright hateful lines that described his only daughter's demise had burned themselves into his brain. There was no doubt, they were different. For some reason, it took him longer to notice that the clock had changed.\n\nThere were three fewer days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Last time he'd looked at the clock, just a few hours before, there had been slightly over eight days on it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now there were just under five.\n\n\"The clock is broken,\" he said to no one.\n\nAlex was up in the cockpit, where he seemed to spend most of his time. Basia yanked at the straps holding him to the chair, fighting with them without success until he forced himself to calm down and just press the release latches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he kicked off to the crew ladder and climbed up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex had a complex-looking graphic on his main display. He was working at it with gentle touches on the screen and a steady stream of muttering under his breath.\n\n\"The timer's wrong,\" Basia said. If it weren't for the fact that he found himself inexplicably out of breath, he probably would have yelled it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hmmm?\" Alex swiped at the panel and it shifted to a graph filled with numbers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He began entering new figures into it.\n\n\"The clock—the orbital timer thing is broken!\"\n\n\"Workin' on it right now,\" Alex said. \"It ain't broke.\"\n\n\"It's down to five days!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Alex said, then stopped working to rotate his chair and look at Basia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Was going to talk to you about that.\"\n\nBasia felt all the strength go out of him. If there had been gravity, he would have slumped to the floor on legs made out of rubber. \"It's right?\"\n\n\"It is,\" the pilot said, swiping the screen behind him again to get back to the graphical display." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But it ain't unexpected. The initial estimates about their batteries were gonna change. They were back-of-the-napkin kind of shit to start with.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't understand,\" Basia said. His stomach had clenched tight. If he'd bothered to eat anything in the last day or two, he'd probably have vomited.\n\n\"The first estimate was based on orbital distance, ship mass, and expected battery life versus consumption.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Alex spoke, he pointed at various places on his graph." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As though that explained anything. As though the graph made any sense. \"Orbital decay's just not something anyone worries about when the reactors are on. If any of us had wanted to, we coulda built orbits that were damn near permanent, but the Barb's got that shuttle going up and down with the ore, so she went kind of low. Save a little on each trip. And, forgive me for saying it, she's a flyin' hunk of shit. Heavier than she should be, and batteries dyin' fast. So, the new numbers.\"\n\nBasia floated next to the gunner's seat watching the hateful math spool out across the screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She lost three days,\" he finally said when he found the breath to do it. \"Three days.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, she never had those days to start with,\" Alex replied. His words were harsh, brutal, but his face was sad and kind. \"I haven't forgotten my promise. If the Barb goes down, your little girl will be on this ship when it happens.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Basia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm goin' to call the captain right now. We'll work up a plan. Just give me some time. Can you do that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Five days, Basia thought. I have five days to give you.\n\n\"Yes,\" he said instead.\n\n\"Okay,\" Alex said and waited expectantly for Basia to leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he didn't the pilot shrugged and turned around to call up the comm display." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Cap'n, Alex here. Come in.\"\n\n\"Holden here,\" the familiar voice said a few seconds later.\n\n\"So, ran the updated numbers like you asked. We're definitely losing the Barb first.\"\n\n\"How bad?\" the captain asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His connection seemed fuzzy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took Basia a moment to realize it was the sound of rain.\n\n\"Just under five days until she starts scraping on more atmo than she can handle.\"\n\n\"Dammit,\" Holden said, then nothing. The silence went on long enough that Basia started to worry they'd lost their connection. \"How's the Roci?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, we're fine. Pretty much everything's off but the lights and the air. Lots of slack.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can we help?\"\n\n\"Like,\" Alex said, dragging the word out, \"give 'em a tow?\"\n\n\"Like that. What can we do?\"\n\n\"Boss,\" Alex said, \"hooking two ships together like that can be done, but doing it in low orbit ain't a trivial problem. I'm just a pilot. Sure would be nice if we had, you know, our engineer back to run those numbers.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, no kidding,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sounded angry to Basia. That was good. Angry was good. Basia found himself oddly comforted by the idea that someone other than him was upset by the situation.\n\n\"Any chance on that?\" Alex prompted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let me chat with Murtry again,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll call back soon. Holden out.\"\n\nAlex sighed. His lips pressed thin.\n\n\"Talking's not going to work,\" Basia said. \"Is it?\"\n\n\"I don't see how,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Which means there's a non-zero chance that we'll wind up needing to go get her ourselves. You know there's only two of us. You and me. That's it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's three of us,\" Alex said, patting the control panel. \"Don't forget. We've got the Roci.\"\n\nBasia nodded, waited for his gut to clench up again, was surprised to find he felt a warm sense of peace flowing through him. \"What will I need to do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is an LVA suit,\" Alex said, pointing to the equipment secured in an open locker." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were on the airlock deck, which, other than the airlock, consisted almost entirely of lockers and storage closets. The contents of that particular locker looked like a rubber body suit with lots of attachments.\n\n\"Elveeaye?\"\n\n\"El. Vee. Ay. Light vacuum armor. Lets you move around outside, with enough air and shielding to keep you breathin' and mostly unradiated in normal applications.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex pulled the rubber-looking suit out and left it floating next to the locker for Basia to examine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Self-sealing in case of puncture, with life support and injury sensors, and basic medical supplies built in.\" He then pulled out a red, metallic-looking breastplate. \"It also keeps you from getting too many holes poked in you by small-arms fire.\"\n\nAs Alex pulled out each piece and showed it to Basia, explaining its function, Basia dutifully examined them and made what he hoped were appropriate noises." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd worn vacuum suits for work almost his entire adult life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their form and function were well known to him. But the various pieces of armor and technology that made the suit into a weapon of war were outside his experience. Certainly something Alex described as \"automatic IFF and hostile tracking available through the HUD display\" sounded impressive and useful, but Basia had no idea for what. So he nodded his head and looked thoughtful and examined the helmet when Alex handed it to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You ever fired a gun?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex asked when the armor had all been pulled out of the locker.\n\n\"Never,\" Basia said. He had a brief, vivid memory of the assault on the RCE security team. Of the horrible injuries the gunshots left. Of the surprised looks on their faces as they died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia waited for the nausea to start, but still felt only the warmth and calm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Held one once. Pretty sure I didn't fire it.\"\n\n\"This,\" Alex said, holding up a thick black pistol, \"is a 7.5mm semi-automatic handgun. Twenty-five-round magazine. Standard sidearm of the MCRN. It's fairly idiot-proof, so this'll be the one I send you in with.\"\n\n\"If I go in at all,\" Basia said.\n\n\"Sure,\" Alex agreed with a smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't really have a range to practice on here, but you can dry fire it a few times to get the feel. Honestly, though, if you get over there and need to be dead-eye Dick to make it back, you're pretty much fucked.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why carry it at all, then?\"\n\n\"Because people do what you want them to do when you point one of these at them,\" Alex said.\n\n\"Might as well be empty, then,\" Basia said, taking the gun from him and waving it through the air to feel the weight.\n\n\"If you want,\" Alex replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. Show me what to do. Then let's load it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For Felcia. I can do it for her.\n\n\"Okay,\" Alex said, then proceeded to do just that.\n\nHolden called back several hours later. When he spoke, his voice was tight, angry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Holden here. Murtry isn't going to bend an inch, so fuck him. Go get Naomi back. Out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well,\" Alex said, dragging the word out to a long sigh. \"That's it. I think we're officially not mediators anymore.\"\n\nBasia nodded with his fist, causing his body to rotate slightly. They were floating on the ops deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The various pieces of the disassembled pistol hung in the air next to Basia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex had insisted that he know how to take the gun apart and put it back together again. Basia had no idea why that would be important, but had gone along with it anyway.\n\n\"What now?\" he asked.\n\n\"Better start puttin' that back together. I'll pull the Israel's specs up again and we can give them one last look. Remember, stuff gets moved around on a working ship. Things ain't always where the standard blueprints say they are. You're gonna want alternate ingress and egress points in case someone sealed off a corridor you wanted to use.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have a good memory,\" Basia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It sounded like a brag, but it was true. He'd grown up in corridors and hallways. His sense of direction was excellent.\n\n\"That'll help. Then we get you suited up, and I drop you off,\" Alex said, then paused." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But there is one issue we haven't discussed. I got plenty of juice to get you over there. And the Roci can make sure no one messes with you in space. But I can't get you inside.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia surprised himself by laughing.\n\n\"Somethin' funny?\" Alex said, raising an eyebrow at him.\n\n\"Funny that you're worried about the only part of this where I actually know what I'm doing,\" Basia said. \"I'm a licensed class 3 vacuum welder. I weld in space. You find me a ship I can't cut my way into. Just try.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Alrighty,\" Alex said and gave him a light slap on one shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's get to work.\"\n\nBasia drifted away from the Rocinante. Instead of a simple vacuum suit and air supply, he wore state-of-the-art Martian-made light combat armor. Instead of walking across the hull of the ship on magnetic boots, he moved across half a dozen kilometers of vacuum on gentle puffs of compressed nitrogen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Below his feet, Ilus spun, an angry gray world, wrapped in storms and flashing constantly with high-altitude lightning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucia and Jacek were down there, under all that atmospheric rage. But he couldn't do anything to help them. So he would help the person he could. He would save Naomi from the RCE ship and she would save his daughter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were a lot of holes in that logic that he carefully avoided thinking about." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He drifted closer to a massive island of gray metal in the darkness. The Edward Israel. The enemy.\n\n\"You okay out there?\" Alex said over the comm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The helmet's small speakers flattened his voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was also an aggressive background hiss to it.\n\n\"Fine. Everything is green.\" Alex had shown him how to page through the status indicators on the suit's heads-up display, and Basia was dutifully checking them every few minutes.\n\n\"So, I'm making all sorts of angry demands for the release of Naomi,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Got the Israel locked up with a targeting laser, and I'm floodin' their sensors with radio noise and light scatter. Should keep their eyes, what eyes they got left, firmly planted on the Roci. Give you a minute or two before they realize you're cuttin' your way in.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That doesn't sound like very long,\" Basia said.\n\n\"Cut fast. Alex out.\"\n\nAlex had reassured him that the Rocinante had plenty of battery power. That shooting lasers and blasting out radio jamming wouldn't affect it much." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Basia had come to view power as a precious and irreplaceable resource." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not something he'd ever needed to do in the age of readily available fusion. It gave everything a sense of permanence it hadn't had before. No do-overs. No we'll-get-it-right-next-time.\n\nHe checked his course toward the Israel's midship maintenance airlock, found it good, and pulled out his welding torch, holding it in a white-knuckle grip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ship swelled until it blocked his view in every direction." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The airlock hatch resolving from a tiny slightly lighter dot to a thumbnail-sized square to an actual door with a small round window in it. The pre-programmed EVA pack fired off a long blast of nitrogen in four cones of vapor, and he drifted to a gentle stop a meter away.\n\nThe welding rig came to life with a burst of bright blue fire. \"Here I come,\" Basia said to Naomi and to the RCE people guarding her and to his baby girl thousands of kilometers away on her dying ship.\n\nHere I come." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like James S. A. Corey and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've shut down everything I can,\" Marwick said on the screen. \"Sensors, lights, entertainments. I've dialed back the cooling. With the batteries being what they are, I'll give us just under seventeen days. And that's with the solar collectors up at full. Less than that if they start failing. After that, it'll be time to decide whether we'd rather suffocate or burn.\"\n\nHavelock rubbed his forefinger and thumb deep into his eye sockets. He hadn't gone to the gym, and he was trying to make up for it by increasing the cocktail of null-g steroids." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't a long-term fix, but the more he looked at it, the less it seemed like he'd need one of those." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It did give him a headache, though. If it hadn't been for Naomi, he wouldn't have spent as much time exercising as he had. Something to thank her for.\n\nHis office felt stuffy and close, and the temperature was climbing steadily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As a boy living planetside, he'd always thought of space as cold, and while that was technically true, mostly it was a vacuum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so a ship, mostly, was a thermos. The heat from their bodies and systems would bleed off into the void over years or decades if it had the chance. If he could find a way to get them the chance.\n\n\"Have we mentioned it to the crew?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I haven't, but the data's hard to keep secret. Especially when it's a can full of scientists and engineers with little enough else to do. We're going to need to talk about dropping them. As many as we can.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So that they can starve and die on the planet if the moons don't shoot them down?\"\n\n\"Most part, yes,\" Marwick said. \"They've come a long way not to put foot on the surface. There's more than one I know would prefer dying there.\"\n\nIn her cage, Naomi coughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll talk to Murtry,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Having a graveyard on the planet might be something he'd want. Especially if we could get more bodies in it than the squatters have.\"\n\nMarwick sighed. He'd stopped shaving, and when he rubbed his chin it sounded like someone throwing a handful of sand at a window. \"We came close, though, didn't we? All the way out here to start the whole damned world up again.\"\n\n\"We saw the promised land,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What about the Barbapiccola? What's her situation?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Makes ours look good. That lithium ore's going to be a high-atmosphere vapor in a little over four days.\"\n\n\"Well, I guess we won't need to worry about stopping them from taking it back to the market.\"\n\n\"Problem's about to solve itself,\" Marwick agreed. \"But to the point. Security? These people are facing a death they can't fight and they can't flee from. They're going to get crazy if we don't do something. And neither you nor I have the manpower to stop them if things get out of control.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What would it matter?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock wanted to say. Let them riot. It won't change how long before we hit air. Not even by a minute.\n\n\"I hear you,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do have the security override codes. I'll have the autodoc add a little tranquilizer and mood stabilizer, maybe some euphorics to everyone's cocktail. I don't want to do much, though. I need these people thinking straight, not doped to the gills.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If that's how you want to play it.\"\n\n\"I'm not putting this ship on hospice. Not yet.\"\n\nThe captain's shrug was eloquent, and left nothing more to say. Havelock dropped the connection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The screen went to its default." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despair rushed up over him like a rogue wave. They had done everything right, and it didn't matter. They were all going to die—all the people he'd come to help protect, all the people on his team, his prisoner, himself, everyone. They were going to die and there wasn't anything he could do about it but get them high before it happened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't know he was going to punch the screen until he'd already done it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The panel shifted in its seating a little, but he hadn't left a mark on it. The gimbals of his crash couch hissed as they absorbed the momentum. He'd split his knuckle. A drop of blood welled on his skin, growing to the size of a dark red marble, the surface tension pulling it out along his skin as he watched." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he moved, he left a spray of droplets hanging in the air like little planets and moons." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know,\" Naomi said, \"if you're looking at hundreds of people burning to death as a problem solving itself, that may be more evidence that you're on wrong side.\"\n\n\"We didn't plant the bombs,\" Havelock said. \"That was them. They started it.\"\n\n\"Does that matter to you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At this point? Not as much as it probably should.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi was floating close to her cage door. He was always amazed at a Belter's capacity to endure small spaces. Probably claustrophobia had been selected out of their gene pool. He wondered how many generations of Naomi's family had lived up the well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're bleeding,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yep. That's not going to matter much either.\"\n\n\"You know you could let me out. I'm a very good engineer, and I have the best ship out here. Get me back on the Roci, and I might be able to figure out a way to make things better.\"\n\n\"Not going to happen.\"\n\n\"And here I thought it didn't matter to you,\" she said with a smile in her voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know how you can be so calm about all this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's what I do when I'm scared. And really, you should let me out.\"\n\nHavelock gathered the blood out of the air. His knuckle had scabbed over already. He logged into the autodoc with the sick sense of taking the first step toward giving up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it had to be done." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A crew full of panicking people wasn't going to make anything better. Especially since the closest thing he had to a full staff was down on the planet with Murtry.\n\nHavelock's newsfeeds from back home were filled with hyperbolic pieces about the tragedy at New Terra. The sensor data of the explosion had found its way to a few of the reputable feeds, but there were also three or four other forged versions out there too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The faked data wasn't particularly more impressive than the truth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He spooled through a dozen commentators. Some of them seemed angry that the expedition had been allowed to go out, some were somber and sad. None of them seemed to think there was much chance of anyone surviving. His message queue had over a thousand new entries." }, { "from": "human", "value": "People in the media." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People from the home office. A few—just a few—from people he'd known. An old lover from when he was at Pinkwater. A cousin he hadn't seen in a decade and a half who was living on Ceres Station now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A couple of classmates from school." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was nothing like dying publicly on a few billion screens to help reconnect with folks. He wasn't going to answer any of them. Not even the ones from his employers. Not even the ones from his friends." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of it felt like he was trapped underwater and drowning, looking up at the water's surface and knowing he'd never make it there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He undid his straps.\n\n\"Goodnight, Havelock,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"I'll be back,\" he said, launching himself across the office.\n\nIt had been a long time since he'd done a patrol, even just an informal one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled himself along the narrow corridors of the Israel, moved through the common spaces—commissary, gym, open lab, bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the months—years now—that he'd lived on the Israel, it had become invisible the way that anyplace did. Looking at it now was like seeing it for the first time. It was an old ship. The carefully symmetrical shape of the corridors, the keyed mechanism on the doorways." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of it was the kind of thing he'd seen in pictures of his grandparents." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing the people was much the same. There was a distance between security and the rest of the crew. If there wasn't, then something had gone badly wrong. Havelock didn't think of himself as being part of the Israel's complement, but every face he passed he recognized." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hosni McArron, the food science head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anita Chang, systems tech. John Deloso, mechanic. Even if he didn't know how he knew them, they were all part of the context of his life now.\n\nAnd they were all going to die because he couldn't stop it from happening.\n\nForward observation was a dark room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The screens were built to give the illusion of looking out a window at the vastness of space, but no one ever actually used it that way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he came in, it was empty. The screens were filled with sensor data spooling past too quickly to read, a musical composition by a dark-skinned Belter he didn't recognize, and a false-color temperature map of New Terra. The security camera had a bit of cloth tacked over it and the air recyclers hadn't quite managed to clear out the smell of marijuana. Probably someone had been using it as a meeting place for sex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock pulled the cloth free of the camera." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well, and why shouldn't they? It wasn't as if anything they did now was going to matter in three weeks. He shifted the screens to show the planet below them. New Terra, wrapped in clouds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No lights, no cities, no sign of the small, struggling human presence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The planet that had killed them all.\n\nAnd still, it was beautiful.\n\nHis hand terminal buzzed. The red border of the incoming connection meant it was a security alert." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Adrenaline hit his bloodstream and set his heart racing even before he turned it on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marwick and Murtry were already in the middle of a conversation when he dropped in.\n\n\"—many of them, and I don't care to find out now,\" Marwick said. Shouted, almost. Murtry's expression seemed angry and dismissive, but Havelock realized it was only that he wasn't looking into the camera. He couldn't see it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's going on?\" Havelock asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Rocinante's targeting us,\" Marwick said.\n\nHavelock was already pushing himself off, moving fast through the corridor. \"Are they making demands?\"\n\n\"Backed up by threats,\" Marwick said, throwing up his arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's hyperbole,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're painting the Israel with their targeting lasers. And some mad bastard's cutting through the midship maintenance airlock.\"\n\n\"We're being boarded?\" Havelock said. He couldn't keep the incredulity from his voice. \"By who? What's the point?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Motivation's not our concern right now,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Our priority is making sure the security of the ship is maintained.\"\n\nHavelock grabbed a handhold at the intersection of two corridors and spun himself down, feet first, toward the junction that would get him back to his desk. \"All respect, sir, you know they've got to be after the prisoner. Why don't we just give her to them? It's not like it's going to matter.\"\n\nMurtry tilted his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His smile was thin and cruel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're suggesting that we release the saboteur?\"\n\n\"We're all dead anyway,\" Havelock said. And then there it was, spoken aloud. The one thing that all of them were thinking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of them but Murtry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You were immortal before we shipped out?\" he asked, his voice dry and cold as a rattlesnake. \"Because whether you're planning to die next week or seven decades from now, there's still a way we do this.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" Havelock said as he reached the last turning and hauled himself down toward his office. \"Sorry, sir.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The connection chimed as someone else joined." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The chief engineer was grim-faced and angry in a way that Havelock immediately distrusted.\n\n\"Reporting for duty,\" Koenen said.\n\n\"Wait. What's he doing here?\" Havelock said.\n\n\"I've included your militia in this,\" Murtry said as Havelock slid into his office." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we're repelling boarders, we're going to need them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My men are ready,\" the chief engineer said, not missing a beat. \"Just let us know where the sons of bitches are coming through, and we'll be there to meet them.\"\n\nOh God, Havelock thought. He's talking like he's in a movie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This is a terrible idea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mister Havelock,\" Murtry said, \"I'm going to ask you to open the live ammunition supply to the militia forces.\"\n\n\"With respect, sir,\" Havelock said. \"I don't think that's a good idea. This isn't like a paintball exercise. We're looking at a real fight. The risk of friendly fire alone—\"\n\nMurtry's voice was calm and cool and viciously cutting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do I understand, Mister Havelock, that you've done such a poor job training these men that you feel we'd be safer repelling the attackers with paintballs?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, sir,\" Havelock said. And then, to his surprise, \"But I am saying issuing live rounds at this point would be premature. I think we should find out a little more about what we're looking at before we escalate that far.\"\n\n\"That's your professional opinion?\" Murtry said.\n\n\"It is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And if I ordered you to issue these men live rounds?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi was at her cage, her fingers clutching at the mesh. Her eyes were wide and serious. Havelock looked away from her. Murtry's sigh was short and percussive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I won't put you in a position where you have to choose,\" Murtry said. \"Chief?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, sir?\" the chief engineer said.\n\n\"I'm transmitting you my personal security codes. You can take weapons and ammunition from the armory with it. Do you understand?\"\n\n\"Hell yes, sir,\" the chief engineer said. \"We'll poke those bastards so full of holes you can see stars through them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd appreciate that,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now if you gentlemen will excuse me.\"\n\nThe connection dropped.\n\n\"What's going on?\" Naomi asked. The warm tone was gone from her voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now she actually sounded scared. Or maybe angry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't tell. Havelock didn't answer. The armory was off the main security station, not the brig. Even if he hurried, he wouldn't be able to get there before the others." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And if he did, he didn't know what he'd say to them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had a gun cabinet here. Maybe if he joined in, he could at least control the situation a little bit.\n\n\"Havelock, what's going on?\"\n\n\"We're being boarded, and we're going to resist.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is it the Barbapiccola?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. It's the Rocinante.\"\n\n\"They're coming for me, then.\"\n\n\"I assume so.\"\n\nHavelock took a shotgun out of the gun cabinet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If it's Alex and you shoot him, I won't help you,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No matter what happens after this, if he's hurt, we're done. Even if I find a way to save you, I'll let you burn.\"\n\nThe monitor chimed. A connection request from the planet. Havelock accepted it immediately. Doctor Okoye's face appeared on the screen, her forehead furrowed and her eyes shifting as if she was looking for something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was actually a glint of green in her pupils that made Havelock's skin crawl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mister Havelock? Are you there?\"\n\n\"I'm afraid it's not a good time, Doctor.\"\n\n\"You're coordinating the drops? I need to see if we can get—\"\n\n\"Is this something where people are going to die if I don't fix it in the next five minutes?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Five minutes? No.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then it's going to have to wait,\" Havelock said and dropped the connection. The midship maintenance airlock was the closest to the brig. There would be choke points at the locker room, the emergency decompression hatch, and the intersection with the maintenance corridor. He guessed the chief engineer would set up his men at the second two and let the locker room go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He might send a couple men to the brig too, as a last ditch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd get pushback on that. The whole team was going to want to be in on the kill. And they'd have live ammunition. He wondered what the enemy would have. Power armor? Maybe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We don't have to do this,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"I don't like it any more than you do, but it's how it's coming down.\"\n\n\"You're talking about it like this is physics. Like there're no choices involved. That's crazy. They're here for me. Let me go, and they'll go too.\"\n\n\"There's a way we do this,\" Havelock said, loading bag rounds into the shotgun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He said that, didn't he? That was him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know who you're talking about,\" Havelock said.\n\n\"Murtry. The big boss. Because you do that, you know? You listen to what he says and then say it like it was something you actually believe. This isn't the time to do that. He's wrong this time. He's probably been wrong a few times before.\"\n\n\"He's not the one in lockup. I don't know you've got a lot of right to brag.\"\n\n\"That was dumb luck,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you hadn't happened to be out playing your war games, I'd have disabled your little bomb and been gone again before anyone knew it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What good would it do if I let you go? It won't make any difference. The ships are going down. There's no one here who can help us. You can't do anything to fix this.\"\n\n\"Maybe not,\" Naomi said. \"I can die trying to help, though. Instead of trying to kill people or watching them die.\"\n\nHavelock's jaw clenched. His finger pressed against the trigger guard and he closed his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be so easy to turn the barrel on the cage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fire a bag against the mesh and drive Naomi to the back of her cell.\n\nOnly he wasn't going to do that. The release started in his chest and spread out to his fingers and toes in less than a heartbeat. He pushed himself over to her and thumbed his code into the keypad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cage clicked open." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come on, then,\" he said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Scientific nomenclature was always difficult." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naming a new organism on Earth and even in the greater Sol system had a lengthy, tedious process, and the sudden massive influx of samples from New Terra would probably clog the scientific literature for decades. It wasn't just the mimic lizards or the insectlike fliers. Every bacterial analog would be new. Every single-celled organism would be unfamiliar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Earth alone had managed five kingdoms of life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Six, if you agreed with the Fityani hypothesis. She couldn't imagine that the ecosphere of New Terra would turn out to be much simpler.\n\nBut in the meantime, the thing living in her eyes—in all their eyes, except Holden's—wouldn't even officially be a known organism for years. Maybe decades. It would be officially nameless until it was placed within the larger context of life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Until then, she'd decided to call it Skippy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somehow it seemed less frightening when it had a silly nickname. Not that she'd be any less dead if she bumbled into a death-slug, but at this point anything helped. And she was getting a little punchy.\n\nThe interesting thing—one of the interesting things—about the organism was that it didn't have chlorophyll or apparently anything like it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The green color came from a prismatic effect analogous to butterfly wings." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The actual tissue growing in her eyes would have been a light brown that was almost clear if its structure had been even a little bit different. The scattering effect wouldn't happen. It also meant that her blindness was a flooding of color and a loss of detail, but it wasn't particularly dark. She could still close her eyes and see the world go black, and open them to the bright, vibrant green." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anything else was beyond her now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gone. She navigated her hand terminal by voice commands, touch, and memory. The reports she would have skimmed through, she listened to now: voices from the labs at Luna and Earth and Ganymede. They didn't offer her much hope.\n\n\"While your immune subject does have a couple rare alleles in the genes regulating his sodium pumps, I'm not seeing anything in the final protein structure that's changed. The ion concentrations are stable and within the standard error bars. I'll keep looking, but I've got the feeling that we're barking up the wrong tree here. Sorry to say it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi nodded as if there were anyone there who could see her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The headache was still with her. It varied during the day, but she didn't know if that was part of the infection or just her experience.\n\n\"Hey,\" Fayez said. And then, \"Elvi? Are you here?\"\n\n\"I am,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, keep talking a little. I've got food on both hands.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi hummed a pop melody from when she'd been a child and listened for Fayez's shuffling feet, reaching out to touch his calf when he was near. He folded himself down beside with a soft grunt. Her hand found his, and he gave her the rations packet.\n\n\"My next assignment,\" he said, \"I'm working somewhere with maybe half Earth gravity. Weight. Who needs it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi chuckled. He wanted her to, and she even meant it a little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The foil was slick under her fingertips. She felt like she was a little girl sneaking snacks under the covers when she was supposed to be asleep, doing everything by touch. The wrapping of Fayez's bar crinkled brightly.\n\n\"How much more food do we have?\" she asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not much. I think they're trying for one more drop, though. There are a couple people who can still make out some shapes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And Holden.\"\n\n\"The one-eyed king,\" Fayez said. \"We should poke out one of his eyes just to make that fit better, don't you think? Him having two eyes is a real missed opportunity.\"\n\n\"Hush,\" she said, and the foil gave way under her fingers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The emergency bar was crumbly and smelled like rat food from her days at the labs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It tasted unpleasant and nutritious. She tried to savor it. It wouldn't be long before she missed this.\n\n\"Any luck?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shook her head by reflex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knew he couldn't see it.\n\n\"The best theory we had was that it was related to the plural parentage. He's got something like eight mothers and fathers, and the techniques to manage that can leave some systemic traces. But nothing so far.\"\n\n\"Well, that's a shame. Maybe all the exposure to the protomolecule changed him into a space mutant.\"\n\nShe took another bite and talked around it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can laugh, but Luna's looking at that too. And they're trying to grow a fresh sample of the organism based on the sample data we sent. The early trials are showing some real self-organization.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kicking off another five hundred years of graduate theses,\" Fayez said. \"I don't think you have to worry about your legacy.\"\n\nFingertips brushed against her knee, the physical act of reaching out undercutting the cynicism of his words. She took his hand in hers, squeezing the pad at the base of his thumb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shifted closer to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could smell his body. None of them had been able to bathe since the storm came, and they probably all reeked, but her nose had become accustomed to the worst of it. She only experienced his scent as an almost pleasant funk, like a wet dog.\n\n\"Not the one I'd have chosen,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And yet our names will live forever. You as the first discoverer of a new planet full of species. Me as the simple geologist who waited on you hand and foot.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why are you flirting?\"\n\n\"Flirting's the last thing to go,\" Fayez said. She wished she could see his face. \"You do science. I hit on the smartest and prettiest woman in the room. Everyone has their ways of coping with the brutal specter of mortality. And rain. Coping with rain. My next assignment, I want someplace without so much rain.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the next room, a child started crying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An exhausted, frightened sound. A woman—Lucia, maybe—sang to it in a language Elvi didn't know. She popped the last of the bar into her mouth. She needed to get some water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wasn't sure how long it had been since the chemistry deck had pumped out a clean bag." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it wasn't time to switch out yet, it would be soon. Holden had said he'd come by and do it, but she wasn't sure that was true. He was dead on his feet already, and he didn't rest. Even when he needed to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well, she could probably figure out how to switch out a water bag she couldn't see." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We shouldn't have come,\" Fayez said. \"All those crazy bastards talking about how the worlds beyond Medina Station were going to be tainted and evil? They were right.\"\n\n\"No one said that, did they?\"\n\n\"Someone probably did. If they didn't, they should have.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You could really have stayed away?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she asked as she rose to her knees and started reaching for the chemistry deck. She could hear the soft ticking of the clean water coming through the outtake filter, a different timbre than the constant rain. \"If they came to you with the chance to go to the first really new world, you'd have been able to say no?\"\n\n\"I'd have waited for the second wave,\" Fayez said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She found the bag." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The soft, cold curve wasn't as heavy as she'd expected. The deck wasn't putting out water as quickly as it had been, but if there was an error in the system, it hadn't made a noise. Something else for Holden to check.\n\n\"I'd still have come,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All this? And you'd still have come?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wouldn't have known about this. This wouldn't have happened yet. I'd know I was taking a risk. I did know. Of course I'd get on that ship.\"\n\n\"What if you knew it was going to be like this? What if you could look into some crystal ball and see us here, the way it's all happened?\"\n\n\"If we could do that, we'd never explore anything,\" she said.\n\nIt was very strange to think that they were all going to die." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She knew it, but it still seemed unreal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the back of her mind, a small, insistent voice kept saying that a ship would arrive to help them. That another group on the planet would show up with extra food or water or shelter. She'd catch herself wondering if they shouldn't be signaling for help, and have to make the effort to recall that there were no other bases. No other ships. In the whole solar system, there were just the crews and passengers of three ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And fewer now than there had been before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even with all of them packed into the ruins together like refugees so close they could hear each other snore, it made the universe seem very empty. And frightening.\n\n\"We should find Holden,\" she said. \"The water's coming slow. I wonder... Maybe he has a really good immune system? The fact that we're all getting discharge means we've got some immune response to it. Like a splinter, maybe. It just grows faster than we can knock it out. Maybe Holden has some exposure that gives him antibodies to it.\"\n\n\"Did the blood scans find anything?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" she said. \"His white cell count is lower than ours too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe his eyeball juice tastes bad,\" Fayez said. \"What?\"\n\n\"I didn't say anything.\"\n\n\"No, but you made that little I've-got-an-idea grunt. I've heard that grunt. It means something.\"\n\n\"I was just thinking that it can't be his immune system,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I mean, we're all traveling in hard vacuum all the time. The radiation just on the way out here probably left all of us a little immunocompromised. And especially after Eros Station, he's had more... more radiation damage...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi closed her eyes, shutting out the green. A beautiful cascade of logic and implication opened before her like stepping into a garden. She caught her breath, and grinned. The joy of insight lifted her up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" Fayez said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's overcooked? The eye thing only likes us rare, and he's well done?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Elvi said. \"It's his oncocidals. After the Eros incident, he had to go on a permanent course of them. And that means... oh! That's so pretty.\"\n\n\"Oh good. What are you talking about? Why would his anti-cancer meds work on something from a different biosphere?\"\n\n\"It means there's a Dawkinsian good move down around cell division somewhere.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's one of those xenobiology things, isn't it? Because I've got no idea what you're on about.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi patted her hands in the air. The pleasure running through her blood felt like being carried by light.\n\n\"I told you about this,\" she said, \"that there are good moves—maybe even forced moves—in design space because we see things that show up again and again all through different branches of the tree of life.\"\n\n\"Right,\" Fayez said. \"Which is why we can come to New Terra and find things that have eyes and stuff.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because bounced light has a lot of information in it, and organisms with that information do better.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Preaching to the choir, Elvi.\"\n\n\"But that's not the good part. Holden's on medications that selectively address fast-dividing tissues. Skippy's a fast-dividing tissue.\"\n\n\"Who's Skippy?\"\n\n\"The organism. Focus here. That the onococidals work against it means there's something like flight or sense organs near the mouth that's going on at the level of cell division. Even though the proteins are totally different, the solutions they're coming up with are analogous. That's the biggest thing since we came here. This is huge. Where's my hand terminal? I have to tell the team on Luna. They're going to lose their minds.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She moved forward too quickly, stumbling into Fayez." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pressed the terminal into her hands. She sat beside him.\n\n\"Are you bouncing up and down?\" he asked. \"Because you sound like you're bouncing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is the most important thing that's happened to me in my life,\" she said. \"I'm floating.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So this means we can treat the eye thing, right?\"\n\n\"What? Oh. Yeah, probably. It's not like oncocidals are hard to synthesize. Just most of us don't need a constant course the way Holden does.\"\n\n\"You are the only woman I have ever known who would figure out how to keep a bunch of starving refugees including herself from going blind and be excited because it means something about microbiology.\"\n\n\"You should get out more. Meet people,\" Elvi said, but she felt a little pull of guilt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She probably should try to get people treated before she started talking to the team on Luna." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was still just a hypothesis anyway. She didn't have any data yet. \"Connection request Murtry.\"\n\nHer hand terminal chimed that it was working. A gust of wind made the plastic window flutter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It sounded a little different than usual, and the constantly falling rain sounded louder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wondered if the sheeting might be coming unsealed. There could be death-slugs creeping around the room and she wouldn't have known. Wouldn't have seen them. Something else she'd have to ask Holden to check." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The double-tone of connection refused made her grunt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who's working on the drops?\" she asked.\n\n\"Upstairs? Um. Havelock, I think.\"\n\n\"Connection request Havelock.\"\n\nThe hand terminal made a single chime and then stopped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wasn't sure if it had gone through or failed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mister Havelock? Are you there?\" she asked.\n\n\"I'm afraid it's not a good time, Doctor.\"\n\n\"You're coordinating the drops? I need to see if we can get—\"\n\n\"Is this something where people are going to die if I don't fix it in the next five minutes?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Five minutes?\" she said. \"No.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then it's going to have to wait.\" The hand terminal made the falling tone of a dropped connection.\n\n\"Well, that was fucking rude,\" Fayez said.\n\n\"He probably has something else going on,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're all under a little stress here. Doesn't mean he has to be a dick about it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi lifted her eyebrows and nodded, knowing as she did that he couldn't see her. \"Connection request Holden.\"\n\nThe tones cycled until she was afraid he wouldn't answer either. When he did, his voice sounded terrible. Like he was drunk or sick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Elvi. What's the matter?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hi,\" she said. \"I don't know if you're busy right now, and you're not really responsible for getting supplies to us, but if you have a minute, I'd like to—\"\n\nFayez shouted, interrupting her. \"She knows how to make us not blind.\"\n\nThere was a pause." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden grunted. She imagined it was the effort of standing up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay. I'll be right there.\"\n\n\"Bring Lucia,\" Elvi said. \"If you can find her.\"\n\n\"Is Murtry going to be there?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's not answering my connection requests.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hmm,\" Holden said. \"That's good. I don't think he's happy with me right now.\"\n\nLucia sat at Elvi's side, holding her hand. It should have felt like an intimacy, but in context, it only seemed to indicate that she was giving Elvi her full attention. A physical analog to eye contact." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden was pacing around the room, his footsteps sticky-sounding with the mud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she was done, Lucia made a ticking sound with her tongue and teeth. \"I don't know how we'd manage dosages. I don't want to give people so little that it doesn't have an effect.\"\n\n\"What about picking babysitters?\" Fayez said. \"A dozen people whose cases aren't as advanced. Shoot them up. They can take care of the rest of us until there's another drop. Captain?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What? Oh, sorry. I was... um. There's a hole in the window. Plastic. I was just making sure there weren't any death-slugs in here. And fixing it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain,\" Lucia said, her voice sharp and crisp. \"You're taking medications for a chronic and potentially terminal condition. We are discussing whether or not to use your medication to treat other patients and leave you without.\"\n\n\"That's fine.\"\n\n\"Ethically, it's actually a little problematic,\" Lucia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I'm going to do this, and I very much want to, I need to know that you understand—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I do, I do, I do,\" he said. \"I've sucked down enough radiation that I bloom tumors a lot. The thing that keeps it under control does that thing with the other thing. And then there are other people and I can take a nap.\"\n\nElvi could hear Lucia's smile when she spoke. \"I'm not sure the human subjects board would call that sufficient, but broadly yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course you use it,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Use it, go ahead. We'll get more if we can.\"\n\n\"And if we can't?\"\n\n\"I might get a new tumor before we starve. I might not,\" Holden said. \"I'm okay with that.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 4 sentences, emulating the writing style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The armor in the brig was a simple, unpowered suit of Kevlar and ceramic. It was vacuum rated and had a fitting for a half-hour air bottle. Its intended uses included breaking up brawls among the crew and making short, tactical spacewalks. There were probably a dozen more like it up in the main security station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hoped that the engineers didn't think of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Havelock stepped into it, it pulled his pant legs up, bunching the cloth uncomfortably at the crotch. He put the shotgun strap over his shoulder and shifted, using both hands to pluck the pant back into place.\n\n\"Laughter doesn't help,\" he said.\n\n\"Wasn't laughing,\" Naomi replied, then laughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He took a fistful of disposable handcuffs and two Tasers from the gun locker." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One had a full charge, the other was at three-eighths. He made a mental note to check the batteries on all the weapons later, then remembered that there probably wasn't going to be a later. Not for him, at least. He could leave a note for Wei or something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He thought about calling Marwick, warning him that things were getting complex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Relying on the man's decency and instincts.\n\nHe didn't do it.\n\nNaomi, floating behind him, stretched out, her fingers and toes splayed in the open air. Her paper jumpsuit crinkled and popped with every motion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock looked around his office one last time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was strange, knowing he probably wouldn't see it again. And if he did, it'd be from the inside of the cage.\n\nIf that happened, though, it would be because they'd found some way to keep from dropping into the atmosphere, burning in the high air. So the chances were low." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wasn't going to worry about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"First mutiny?\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Yeah. It's not really something I do.\"\n\n\"It gets easier,\" she said, holding out her hand. He looked at it in confusion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can take one of those.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" he said, tuning the suit comm unit to the channel the training group used as a default. There was no chatter at all. That was odd. He cycled through the other frequencies.\n\n\"No?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Look, I'm getting you out of here. Doesn't mean I'm comfortable handing you a weapon and turning my back.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have interesting personal boundaries,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"I may be working through some things right now.\"\n\nThe first militiaman flew through the doorway too fast, pumped on adrenaline and unaccustomed to having a gun in his hand. The second came just behind him, feet first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock felt his gut go tight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They both had pistols in their hands and armbands around their biceps. Naomi, behind him, took a breath.\n\n\"Gentlemen,\" Havelock said with a nod. \"How can I help you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What the hell do you think you're doing?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "the first one demanded, trying to bring his gun to bear and steady himself against the wall at the same time.\n\n\"Moving the prisoner,\" Havelock said, his voice pitched just between contempt and incredulity. \"What else would I be doing?\"\n\n\"Chief didn't say anything about that,\" the second one said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Chief Engineer Koenen isn't head of security on this ship. I am. You guys are helping me. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate it, but keep in mind that this is what I do, all right? What the hell are you two doing here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They exchanged a glance. \"Chief told us to come guard the prisoner.\"\n\nNaomi smiled and looked demure and non-threatening. She faked it pretty well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good plan,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is where they'll be coming. You two set up here in case they get through. Once I've got this one safely stowed where they won't find her, I'll come reinforce you.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" the second man said, making a sharp salute with the same hand that had the gun in it. Havelock flinched. These guys were so not ready for live rounds. Havelock pulled the shotgun to ready and racked it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Miss Nagata,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you'd be so kind.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" she said meekly and pushed off for the door.\n\nHe followed, catching himself on the doorframe and turning back.\n\n\"If anyone comes through, identify them before you start shooting, all right? I don't want anyone to get hurt by mistake.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We will, sir,\" the first one said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The second one nodded. Havelock would have wagered half his salary that they'd been planning to open up on anyone that came through the door. Naomi waited for him just down the corridor. He put the shotgun's safety on and let it trail from his shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the corridors in the Israel were narrow, but more so here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The nearer you got to the outside, the tighter the space became. The cloth and padding along the walls ate the sounds of the ship. Numeric codes printed on the material listed what conduits and technical systems were buried in the bulkhead underneath them, the model of panel, and their replacement dates. The idea behind the foam and cloth was to make everyone safer in case of a collision or unexpected burn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Right now, it made him think of a padded cell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock nodded back over his shoulder. \"If something happens, don't go back there without me.\"\n\n\"Hadn't planned on it.\"\n\nThey moved down the corridor, Havelock taking lead and gesturing her forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't move with the tactical instinct of someone trained to do it, but she was smart and quiet and caught on quickly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She also had a Belter's grace in zero g. If he'd had a few weeks with a squad of people like her, he'd have given them live rounds. At the wall before the intersection with the maintenance corridor, he gestured to the thin ceramic lip of the bulkhead.\n\n\"Stay here,\" he whispered. \"And stay small.\"\n\nNaomi lifted her fist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock moved forward. At the intersection, two more of the team were braced in what they probably thought was a cover position." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of them was solid. The other had his hand too far forward. If he tried to push off, he'd get a backspin that would turn him away from the fight. They'd been over this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gentlemen,\" Havelock said as he slid forward through the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Walters and... Honneker, right?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" Honneker said.\n\n\"What's our situation?\"\n\n\"Chief called for radio silence. Don't want to warn the enemy what we're up to. We've got Boyd and Mfume at the decompression hatch. Chief's got Salvatore and Kemp. They're going forward to flush the bad guys out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who do we have outside?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Outside?\" He shook his head, uncomprehending.\n\n\"Did we put anybody in suits and send them out the other airlocks?\"\n\n\"Hey,\" Honneker said, \"that's a good idea. We should do that.\"\n\n\"So didn't do it already,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, sir. Didn't think of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Havelock said, and the dry rattle of gunfire echoed from down the corridor. The two engineers turned, pulling themselves to look. Honneker pulled a little too hard, launching himself into the corridor where anyone coming the other direction could have shot him while he flailed. The radio clicked to life in Havelock's ear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The chief engineer sounded like a kid at a birthday party." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have contact! We have contact! The enemy's taken cover in the lavatory by secondary supply. We have him pinned down!\"\n\nA flurry of shots rang out, coming through the radio a fraction of a second before the sound could move through the ship's air. Koenen started shouting at someone to pull back, then realized his radio was still live and cut it. Havelock braced his ankle in a handhold, stretched out to Honneker, and pulled him back in gently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do we do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walters said as Honneker steadied himself on a handhold. \"Should we go forward? We could grab some suits and go around like you said?\"\n\nHavelock took out the fully charged Taser, shaking his head. It was ready to fire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The second one, with the low charge, took half a second to go to ready status." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The two men were looking at him for guidance.\n\n\"You should both look down the corridor,\" Havelock said, pointing at the intersection with his chin. When they turned, he shot them both in the back. Their bodies arched, shuddered, and went still." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock took their pistols, disabled their suit radios, and handcuffed them first to each other, and then to one of the handholds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Clear,\" he said over his shoulder, his voice calm but strong enough to carry. Naomi moved forward, shifting from one side of the corridor to the other so that she was never more than a fraction of a second from something solid she could use to change direction. Good instincts.\n\n\"That's four down,\" she said. \"Are you really good at this, or are they really bad?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Teaching may not be my strong suit,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And we do have the element of surprise on our side.\"\n\n\"I guess,\" Naomi said, her voice making her skepticism clear. \"How are you doing?\"\n\nHavelock started to say I'm fine by reflex, and then paused." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had just attacked and disabled two of his crewmen who'd been working at the direct and explicit order of his superior officer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd betrayed the trust of men he'd been traveling with for years on behalf of a Belter saboteur. And they were all of them days from dying. And, maybe oddly, it was that last fact that made all the rest all right. He was a dead man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were all dead men." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So there was a sense in which what he did now didn't matter. He was free to follow his conscience wherever it led.\n\nIt was the security man's nightmare scenario. In the face of death, why wouldn't there be riots?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why wouldn't there be killing and theft and rape?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If there were no consequences—or if all the consequences were the same—then anything became possible. It was his job to expect the worst of humanity, including himself. And now here he was, helping a lawfully bound prisoner escape because he liked the death she offered him better than Murtry's plastic-and-ceramic sepulcher standing on an empty planet. He didn't give a good goddamn about New Terra or Ilus or whatever the unpleasant ball of mud under them got called." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He cared about the people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ones on the Israel and the ones on the Barbapiccola and the ones on the surface. All of them. Staking a claim that the corporation could use to protect its assets after they all died just wasn't good enough.\n\n\"I'm weirdly at peace with this,\" he said.\n\n\"Probably a good sign,\" she said, and a fresh round of shooting started." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock gestured for her to stay and pushed forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the major corridors on the Israel had decompression hatches: thick circles of metal with hard polymer seals. Most of the time they were bumps in the walls, larger than the ship designs a generation or two later, but easy enough to ignore. If something holed the ship, the hatch would close with the speed and amorality of a guillotine. If someone got caught in it, one loss was better than venting the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock had seen training videos about misfires, and he'd been nervous around them ever since." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One man was pressed to the wall, eyeing the corridor ahead anxiously. Havelock cleared his throat, and the man spun, pistol at the ready.\n\n\"Mfume,\" Havelock said, his palms up. \"Where's Boyd?\"\n\n\"He went forward,\" Mfume said, gesturing with the gun, but not lowering it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The chief's getting shot at. And he told me to stay here. And I stayed, but—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's all right,\" Havelock said, moving closer slowly, not making eye contact. He kept looking down the corridor, trying to shift the man's attention there. The raised pistol made his chest itch. \"You did the right thing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The radio crackled back to life, and the chief engineer spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sounded winded. \"We've locked the little bastard down. He winged Salvatore, but it's not bad. I need everyone up here. We're going to rush him.\"\n\n\"That's probably not a good idea,\" Havelock said on the open channel.\n\n\"It's all right,\" the chief engineer said. \"We can take him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not without casualties that you don't have to take,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is he in armor?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I got one hit on him,\" another voice said, its tone high and tight, like a kid on his first hunt who thinks he shot a deer.\n\n\"Everyone check in,\" the chief said.\n\n\"Jones and I are in the brig, chief. Everything's quiet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Prisoner giving you any shit?\" the chief asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I moved her,\" Havelock said. \"She's fine. I need you to pull back now. We have to do this by the numbers.\"\n\nAnother half dozen gunshots peppered the air. Mfume twitched with each of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock gently pushed the barrel of the man's gun away until it pointed at the wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mfume didn't seem to notice he'd done it.\n\n\"No can do,\" Koenen said. \"If we let up, this Belter sonofabitch is going to get loose. We've got to finish this thing. Honneker! Walters! Get your nuts in your palms and head forward, boys. This piece of shit is going down.\"\n\nThe silence on the radio was eerie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Walters?\" the chief engineer said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock took Mfume's wrist and twisted, bracing one leg against the wall for leverage. Mfume cried out, but he loosened his grip on the gun enough for Havelock to bat it away. The black metal spun down the corridor, and Mfume yelled and tried to push him away. Havelock shifted his grip, pulling out and down, peeling Mfume away from his bracing wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The engineer screamed again, and Havelock fired the Taser into his back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mfume bounced against the far wall, limp as a puppet, and Havelock pulled the shotgun off his back and shifted to jam one knee against the lip of the decompression hatch and the other foot behind him against a handhold.\n\n\"Nagata,\" he shouted. \"We're about to have company.\"\n\nDown the corridor, the chief engineer boiled around the corner and slammed into the wall, firing his pistol wildly.\n\n\"Cease fire!\" Havelock called." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've got one of your own floating outside cover. Cease fire!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fuck you!\" Koenen shouted, and Havelock pulled the shotgun's trigger. The bag round took the chief in the side and sent him spinning. Havelock landed the second shot in the man's back just as three more engineers caromed around the corner in a clump. Havelock shot each of them once, then shifted himself to the other side of the hatch and pushed off, stowing the shotgun and pulling the Tasers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The low-charge one was already dead, and he dropped it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the men was bleeding; a droplet of blood the size of a fingernail floated in the air. All four men were gasping in pain. Two of them had dropped their weapons, and the other two—the bleeding man and Koenen—seemed unaware Havelock was there at all. Havelock Tased the first of the floating men, then grabbed the one who was bleeding, Salvatore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You. Kemp.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You shot me.\"\n\n\"With a bag round. The other guy shot Salvatore with a bullet. You need to get him to the medical bay.\"\n\n\"You're a traitor,\" the chief engineer shouted, and Havelock Tased him before turning back to Kemp.\n\n\"I'm taking your gun away, and I'm giving you Salvatore. You're helping him get to the medical bay now. You understand?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" Kemp said, then looked over Havelock's shoulder and nodded. \"Ma'am.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everything under control?\" Naomi asked.\n\n\"Wouldn't go that far,\" Havelock said, putting Kemp's hand on Salvatore's arm and giving them both a little shove back up the corridor. \"I'm fairly sure the two from the brig are on their way down here.\"\n\n\"We should leave, then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's what I was thinking.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The short stretch of corridor between the corner and the airlock had a sealed door to secondary storage, a low access panel to the power conduits in the walls, and the entrance to the maintenance airlock's locker room. The space was narrow and cramped. Bullet holes pocked the cloth. One of them had penetrated the wall and hit a hydraulic tube." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The safety hydraulic fluid was polymerizing in the air, a hundred tiny greenish dots slowly turning white." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The original leak was probably already sealed with a hunk of the stuff. The washroom was the standard utility size, so small that squatting on the vacuum seat meant pressing back to one wall and knees to the other. It wouldn't have been much for cover in the first place, and the narrow door stood open. A dozen bullet holes scarred the walls and the doorway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" Havelock said, and a gun popped out, firing blind down the hallway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pushed Naomi behind him, shouting, \"Stop! Stop! I've got Nagata right here!\"\n\n\"Stay the hell back!\" a man's voice shouted from the washroom. It sounded almost familiar, but Havelock couldn't place it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I swear to God I'll shoot.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I noticed,\" Havelock shouted back.\n\n\"It's okay, Basia,\" Naomi called. \"It's me.\"\n\nThe voice went silent. Havelock moved forward slowly, ready for the gun to reappear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't. The man floating in the washroom wore military body armor of a Martian design that was maybe half a decade out of date." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hair was dark with flecks of gray at the temples, and he had a welding torch in one hand. The gun was in the other. His eyes were wide and his skin was ashy. A streak across the side of the armor showed where one of the militia's bullets had skipped off his ribs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock put up his left hand, palm out, but kept the Taser tight in his right." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay,\" he said. \"It's all right. We're all on the same side here.\"\n\n\"Who the hell are you?\" the man demanded. \"You're the security guy. The one that locked her up.\"\n\n\"Used to be,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi put her hands on Havelock's shoulders, pulling herself over him to see the other man." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're leaving,\" she said. \"Want to come with?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're leaving,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Want to come with?\"\n\nBasia felt a powerful flush of embarrassment. Things had started out so well.\n\nHe'd cut into the Israel's airlock control panel with the efficiency of long practice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The composite plating had been an old layering system he'd seen often working on Ganymede, and the familiarity had given him a sense of confidence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd floated through the short corridor to a storage and locker room without seeing a soul, clutching his pistol in one hand. He'd hoped the weapon would turn out to be unnecessary. On the other side of the locker room was the starboard passageway that would lead to the brig. He was about sixty meters from his goal, and not even an alarm had gone off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His first sign that things were going wrong was a massive barrage of gunfire that seemed to come from everywhere at once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been hiding in the tiny lavatory closet ever since.\n\n\"I came to rescue you,\" Basia said, recognizing how silly the words sounded even as he said them.\n\n\"Thanks for that,\" Naomi replied with a smile.\n\n\"Yeah, so, we should probably keep—\" the Earther in the body armor started to say, then was cut off by a new fusillade of shots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bullets bounced off the corridor walls, tearing strips of foam off to join the floating blobs of solidified hydraulic fluid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Earther shoved Naomi into the lavatory with Basia, mashing them both against the back wall. More shots hit, including one that skipped off the Earthman's shoulder plating, leaving a long dented streak.\n\n\"I'm Basia,\" he said.\n\nThe Earther leaned around the doorway with a bulky rifle of some kind and fired several booming shots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Havelock. Let's cover the rest once we're out of here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before Basia knew she was going to do it, Naomi plucked the pistol out of his hand and held it out to Havelock. \"You might need this.\"\n\n\"No,\" he replied, and fired off his big rifle a few more times. \"No lethal rounds. We're not killing these idiots if we can avoid it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then what?\" she asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock was pulling fat shotgun shells out of a pouch on his armor and loading them into his gun. \"As soon as I move into the corridor, you two head to the airlock as fast as you can.\" He loaded one last shell into the gun, then racked it with a loud clack. \"Basia, you're armored, so keep her in front of you. Naomi, you'll be moving through a storage compartment. Grab a suit. Anything you can put on fast.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ready when you are,\" Naomi replied and put a hand on Havelock's shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia nodded his fist at the Earthman.\n\n\"Then go,\" Havelock said and darted into the corridor firing his shotgun. Naomi followed him out and turned the other direction, toward the locker room and the airlock; Basia stayed right behind. They'd only gone a few meters when he felt two bruising hammer blows on his back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm shot!\" he yelled in a panic. \"I got shot!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi didn't slow down. \"Is your HUD telling you you're bleeding out?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Then you'll live. That's what the armor is for.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Less talk,\" Havelock said from right behind him, and gave him a shove in the back. \"More escaping.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia hadn't even known he was there. He stifled an undignifieed squeak. Several meters ahead, Naomi darted into the storage room, and Basia followed when he reached the doorway. She was already wriggling her way into a bright orange emergency atmosphere suit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock paused at the door to fire several more shots down the corridor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tune to twenty-seven oh one five,\" the Earther said.\n\n\"What?\" The words made no sense to Basia. And the whole sequence of events was more and more coming to feel like a bad dream. People shooting and spouting nonsense at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sense of peace and heroism he'd felt when he agreed to the rescue mission was entirely gone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's the frequency the security team's using,\" Havelock said. \"You can listen in. They aren't encrypting. Because\"—he sighed—\"they're fucking amateurs.\"\n\nBasia found the menu to switch his suit's radio frequency and set it to 27.015. \"—in on it,\" a voice said. Young, male, angry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The fact that he's shooting back at us makes it pretty goddamn clear,\" an older voice said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He shot me with a couple fucking beanbag rounds. I think he broke a rib.\"\n\n\"So,\" Havelock said, then paused to fire off another shot. \"I guess this is a decision I don't get to take back.\" Basia couldn't tell who he was talking to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm gonna shoot you in the face, asshole,\" the older man said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was followed by another barrage of gunfire that tore up the hallway.\n\n\"Mostly you're shooting the ship, chief,\" Havelock replied. His voice was matter-of-fact. He seemed halfway between being embarrassed on the attacker's behalf and steeled for more violence of his own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia remembered someone telling him about the idea of Bushido back when he'd first signed on for work on Ganymede." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd said it was the peace and effectiveness that came from already thinking of yourself as dead. Havelock reminded him of that.\n\n\"Kemp,\" the older voice said. \"Are you in position?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're suited up and moving to emergency access one eleven,\" a voice replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go faster, get ahead of them.\"\n\n\"Hey Kemp?\" Havelock said. \"Thought I sent you to medical with Salvatore? You didn't leave him bleeding out in a corridor somewhere, did you?\"\n\n\"No, sir,\" Kemp replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Someone's taking him there now—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop talking to him!\" the angry older man said. \"He is not on our team!\"\n\nNaomi was struggling to get the emergency suit over her shoulders, and Basia pushed over to help her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock stayed at the locker room hatch, occasionally firing down the corridor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Find an air bottle,\" Naomi said, then started opening locker doors and rummaging through the contents. Basia helped.\n\n\"Hey, Mfume?\" Havelock said.\n\n\"What?\" a new voice snapped.\n\n\"Turning on your boot mags to stick to the floor behind cover is a good instinct. But in the position you're crouched in, your knee is sticking out past the corner.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock fired a shot from his shotgun, and someone on the radio screeched in pain. \"See?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia found a locker full of emergency air bottles and helped Naomi connect one to her suit, twisting it to break the seal. A few seconds later she gave him the thumbs-up.\n\n\"We're ready to go,\" she told Havelock.\n\nThe Earther fired off a few more shots, then backed into the locker room with them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He handed his shotgun to Naomi, who pointed it at the doorway to cover them while the two men sealed their helmets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Changed your mind about giving me a gun?\" Naomi asked.\n\n\"I'll want it back.\"\n\n\"We're ready out here,\" Kemp said on the radio.\n\n\"Hey, guys?\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't do that. We'd barely started on the spacewalk combat tactics. You head out there with live ammo and it will get really dangerous.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, the chief said—\"\n\n\"Stop talking to him!\" the older man yelled, loud enough to distort Basia's helmet speakers. \"Goddammit you guys!\"\n\n\"Koenen,\" Havelock said. His voice sounded subtly different now that his helmet was on and sealed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm serious. Don't send your guys out there. Someone's going to get hurt or dead.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" the chief replied. \"You Belter-loving traitorous sonofabitch.\"\n\n\"How're those ribs, chief?\" Havelock said, a smile in his voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You see, right now, you're acting out of anger. Not thinking it through. This is why I didn't want to break out the live rounds.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia strapped on the EVA pack he'd left by the airlock hatch. Naomi handed him the shotgun and pulled two more packs out of storage. A moment later, she and Havelock were wearing them and the inner airlock door was cycling closed. Havelock took the shotgun away from Basia and hung it from a strap on his harness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi started the airlock cycle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know,\" she said, \"they can just kill this airlock from the bridge.\"\n\nAs if in response to her words, the airlock status light on the control panel shifted to red, and the cycle stopped. Havelock punched something into the panel and it started again.\n\n\"They won't have had time to reset all the security overrides,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"RCE security can countermand ship operations?\" Naomi asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Welcome to corporate security. The ship's crew are glorified taxi drivers. Security division works directly for the company, protecting its interests. We can override anything they do.\"\n\n\"This is why everyone hates you,\" Basia said.\n\nThe airlock cycle completed, and the outer door opened. Havelock gestured them out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You sure you don't like me right now? Just a little bit?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ilus' star was just peeking around the limb of the planet, and Basia's visor dimmed dramatically to keep it from blinding him. The planet itself was the same angry ball of storm-wracked gray clouds. In the distance, the Rocinante flashed green and red landing lights at them, marking its position.\n\n\"Okay,\" Havelock said, his voice crackling with low-level static." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Should probably get moving. They've got guys outside on the other side of the ship. They can't catch us, but watch each other for grapnel lines.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi was already firing her EVA pack, moving out of the airlock on four small white cones of compressed gas. \"Alex? We're out.\"\n\n\"Oh, thank God,\" the pilot said, his drawl mostly disappearing in the tension of his voice. \"I've been worried sick over here. Basia with you?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Basia said. \"I'm here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll be picking up three,\" Naomi said. \"Come get us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Three?\"\n\n\"Taking a stray home with me.\"\n\n\"A stray?\" Havelock said, amusement in his voice. \"I'm the one doing the rescuing here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's complicated,\" Naomi continued." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were all out of the airlock now. The remote connection light went on in Basia's HUD, and a complex program began spooling across it. Alex having the Rocinante take control of their EVA navigation to bring them to the ship. The pack did several sharp burns, and the Rocinante began slowly growing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Glad Basia made it okay,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Worried sendin' him in there like that.\"\n\n\"I didn't wind up helping much,\" Basia admitted, feeling that same rush of embarrassment.\n\n\"You got everyone looking in the wrong direction,\" Havelock said. \"That was actually pretty helpful.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yay,\" Alex said, \"we're all heroes. There're four guys tailing you right now. Do we know about them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A small box appeared on Basia's HUD. Inside it was video of four people in vacuum suits and wearing EVA packs, the bulk of the Edward Israel behind them. Without his doing anything, the view zoomed in until he could see the weapons they were carrying. Alex was sending them all images pulled from the Rocinante's telescopes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, those are the militia I formed and trained,\" Havelock said, then sighed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In retrospect, that's seeming like a bad idea.\"\n\n\"Do you want me to take care of that?\" Alex asked.\n\n\"Does your version of 'taking care of it' involve your ship's point defense cannons?\" Havelock replied.\n\n\"Uh. Yeah?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then no. These guys are dumb and untrained enough to still be gung-ho. But they're just engineers. They're not bad guys,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're shootin' at you,\" Alex said, and suddenly Basia's HUD had red lines across it. \"Got the Roci trackin' bullet paths.\"\n\nThe knowledge that there were silent, invisible, and potentially deadly projectiles flying past him made Basia's scalp tingle. The red lines on the display apparently meant more to Havelock, because the Earther said, \"They're nowhere near us. They haven't got HUD-integrated targeting, so they're just spraying and praying right now. There's no reason to return fire.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"XO?\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took Basia a second to realize he was talking to Naomi.\n\n\"Havelock's calling this one,\" she replied. \"They're his people.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Alex said doubtfully.\n\nThe Rocinante continued to grow minute by minute until Basia could see the tiny ring of lights around its airlock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd only been on the ship a short time, but it felt like coming home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His EVA pack fired off a quick series of blasts and spun him around to face the Israel, then began braking. Almost there.\n\n\"Guys,\" Havelock said. \"Recoilless is an exaggeration. It doesn't mean there's no recoil at all.\"\n\nIt sounded like more nonsense talk to Basia until he looked at the Rocinante's video of the pursuing team and saw one of the four men spinning and rotating in space, frantically firing his EVA pack to get under control. It only seemed to make it worse, as every blast of gas from the pack just added a new axis to the rotation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then that's an inaccurate name for the weapons,\" the man called Kemp replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And if we'd gotten to more advanced zero-g tactics, I would have explained that,\" Havelock said. \"I also would have taught you to use the integrated compensation software to have the EVA pack do stabilizing bursts every time you fire the gun.\"\n\n\"Seems to me there's a lot you didn't show us,\" Kemp replied.\n\n\"Yeah, and now that you're shooting at me, I'm just sick about that. In the meantime, please stop. Drake is way out of control and drifting away from you guys. Someone needs to go get him before he gets too far.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'd like that, wouldn't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "the one Havelock had called Koenen said. \"Get us to call off the chase.\"\n\n\"I'd like,\" Havelock said, his voice sad, \"to keep Drake from falling out of space and dying. Also, I'm arguing with the pilot of the gunship behind me so that he doesn't need to turn you into a cloud of red mist with his point defense cannons. But you guys are making it harder and harder to be convincing.\"\n\n\"Don't threaten—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go get Drake. Get back in the ship. Stop shooting. If one of those shots you're spraying around accidentally hits, I'm taking the gunship off the leash.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a long silence. The red lines on Basia's HUD began disappearing one by one until none were left. The EVA pack fired off one long, final burst, then spun him around. The outer airlock door of the Rocinante was already open, waiting for them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi drifted inside, grabbed a handhold, and waited for them to follow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shaded from Ilus' star the polarization of her faceplate faded, and the blue glow of the airlock's LED lights illuminated the inside of her helmet. Her wide smile was clearly visible.\n\n\"Home again, home again,\" she said. Basia drifted in next to her and she caught his arm to stop him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you for coming for me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia blushed and raised his palms in a Belter shrug. \"I didn't do much but get shot at.\"\n\n\"Sometimes just showing up is a lot.\"\n\nHavelock caught the edge of the airlock entrance and stopped, looking back toward the Israel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey, you got Drake? He okay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" Kemp replied. \"We caught him.\"\n\n\"Havelock,\" the older, angrier voice said. \"You won't get away with this. RCE will burn you to the ground when we get back. And I'll be there to see it happen.\"\n\nHavelock laughed. \"Chief? I hope we both live so long. Havelock out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He backed into the airlock and slapped the wall panel to start the cycle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We made it,\" Basia said. He felt a brief moment of euphoria, followed by a sudden release of pants-shitting terror he hadn't even known he'd been repressing. If he'd been standing in gravity, he would have collapsed. Naomi and Havelock began stripping off their EVA packs while the airlock ran through the pressurization cycle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia fumbled at the straps of his own, but his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't manage it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a few moments, Naomi helped him pull it off.\n\nThe pack drifted across the compartment and hit the bulkhead with a dull thud. Basia had just enough time to realize he'd actually heard something other than his own breathing when the inner airlock door slid open. Alex floated, framed by the airlock entrance, a goofy grin on his broad dark face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"XO,\" he said, \"good to have you back on the ship.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi pulled her helmet off and tossed it to him. \"Good to be back, Mister Kamal.\"\n\nThere was a short pause while they grinned at each other, then Naomi pushed off toward him and Alex grabbed her in a hug.\n\n\"They treat you okay?\" Alex asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Kept me locked in a kennel like a dog,\" Naomi replied, jerking her head toward Havelock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The squat Earthman had removed his own helmet, and it floated in the air next to him. He was wearing a sheepish half smile. Without his helmet on, Basia saw his short, light-colored hair, a square jaw, and dark eyes. A sort of generic rugged handsomeness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like a video star playing a cop in an action movie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It made Basia want to dislike him.\n\n\"It was policy,\" Havelock said. \"I'm—I was chief of ship security on the Edward Israel. I think I may have just resigned that position. I was the one that took your XO captive. I hope you won't hold that against me.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Alex said, then turned back to Naomi as if Havelock weren't even there. \"What now?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce four sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden shuffled his way around the tower again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to calculate how many hours he'd gone without sleep, but his brain had lost the ability to do math, and Ilus' thirty-hour day kept screwing up his estimates. A long time was all he could come up with.\n\nHe triggered his armor's medical system to shoot him up with more amphetamines, and was troubled when the HUD told him the supply was empty. How much did that mean he'd taken?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like the question of how long it had been since he slept, it was an insoluble mystery." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A pair of death-slugs were climbing the side of the tower toward a teardrop-shaped window. The plastic that had been stretched across the opening had a few small rips in it, so Holden knocked the slugs off the wall with his shovel and then kicked them away. He rinsed the toxic slime off his boot in a muddy puddle.\n\nThe rain had lessened to a drizzle, which was good, but the temperature had continued to drop, which was bad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While the overall light level didn't change much with the constant cloud cover, Holden had started noticing the day-to-night transition by the appearance of frost on the walls of the tower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't dangerously cold yet, but it would get worse. Pretty soon the survivors would be adding hypothermia to their list of unpleasant ways to die.\n\nHe bit his tongue until it bled and continued his slow trudge around the tower.\n\nHe heard Murtry before he saw him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A quiet, ghostly voice drifting out of the gray rain that gradually resolved into a man-shaped spot slightly darker than the space around it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"—immediate action. They've escalated. We'll have an argument that we acted with restraint until—\" Murtry was saying, but stopped when he heard Holden approaching.\n\n\"What are you doing out here?\" Holden asked. Murtry was still blind. It was dangerous for him to be wandering around outside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ground, where it wasn't puddles, was a slick clay that could take someone off their feet in a heartbeat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the numbers of slugs driven to the surface by the water had Holden wondering if Ilus was a hollow ball filled with poisonous worms.\n\n\"Minding my business, Captain,\" Murtry said, not quite looking in Holden's direction.\n\n\"Meaning I should do the same?\"\n\n\"Glad you followed that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The two men stood for a long moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Far above them, their crews were probably shooting at each other right now. They were enemies, and they weren't. Some part of Holden's sleep-deprived, half-broken mind still wanted to make peace with Murtry and the RCE. Or at least didn't want the man's death on his conscience." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's dangerous out here,\" Holden said, keeping his own voice even and calm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That makes it different how?\" Again, the clenched jaw cutting off the last word with a snap. His anger gave Holden a thin sliver of hope. Maybe Naomi had gotten out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He needed to talk to Alex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't let you get killed on my watch,\" Holden said.\n\n\"I appreciate your concern.\"\n\nIt all felt vaguely ridiculous, tap-dancing around the issue. They both knew what was happening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt like they were playing poker and only pretending they couldn't see each other's hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can I help you back inside?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"I have some business to finish up here,\" Murtry replied with a meaningless smile.\n\n\"When we find your corpse later, I'm going to tell everyone I warned you.\"\n\n\"If I die,\" Murtry said, his smile becoming a shade more genuine, \"I'll try to leave a note saying it wasn't your fault.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He signaled the end of the conversation by turning away and mumbling into his hand terminal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden left him and immediately called Alex.\n\n\"Kind of busy here, Cap,\" the pilot said without preamble.\n\n\"Tell me we're busy because you've rescued Naomi and everything is going perfectly. Is she on the ship?\"\n\nThere was a long pause as Alex noisily exhaled into the microphone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So, that part where I went to rescue Naomi? Yeah. I sent Basia.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden spun on his heel to look back at Murtry. The RCE security chief was still talking on his hand terminal. \"We sent the prisoner to rescue another prisoner? If that hasn't already worked, I think I may be watching Murtry order their executions right now.\"\n\n\"No no,\" Alex said in a rush." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It did kind of go to shit, but the radio chatter I'm gettin' makes me think Naomi's fine. In fact, I think she might be escaping on her own and savin' Basia.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden couldn't help but laugh. Murtry's head swiveled, looking for the source of the laughter with blind eyes. \"Sounds about right. Where are they now?\"\n\n\"It's a little confusin', actually,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've definitely got Basia's IFF pinging away outside the Israel. But there're a bunch of other suits out there. So it's complicated.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can you, you know, ask?\"\n\n\"Yeah, no. Basia switched channels on me without leavin' the old channel open. Not a guy who's done a lot of tactical comm drills, I'm guessing. I'm hoping one of them starts talking to me so I can get the new frequencies.\"\n\nHolden watched Murtry, probably using his radio to coordinate the pursuit of Naomi and whoever else she was with now. He fought down a sudden urge to walk over to the man, knock him to the ground, take his terminal, and demand to know what the hell was going on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then he stopped fighting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Murtry had just started to turn toward him, frowning at the sound of his approaching steps, when Holden yanked the terminal out of his hand and shoved him to the muddy ground.\n\n\"Stay down there or I'll beat you unconscious,\" he told the RCE man. Holding the terminal to his ear he said, \"Who's on the other end of this?\"\n\n\"Who the fuck is this? Where's Murtry?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm standing on him right now,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So if you're part of the team that's chasing Naomi Nagata, you should stop.\"\n\nThe man on the other end said, \"Comms is compromised, switch to two-alpha,\" and the connection dropped. Someone who'd spent some time training on tactical comms, it seemed.\n\n\"Alex,\" Holden said. \"I've disrupted their command channel. Go get our people.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not a problem, boss. The situation has clarified some. I've got three comin' aboard.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who's the third?\"\n\n\"About to go find out. Alex out.\"\n\nMurtry pushed himself to his knees with a grunt, frowning at a spot just over Holden's left shoulder. \"Tough guy when your opponent is blind.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're working on fixing that,\" Holden replied, tossing the man's hand terminal to the ground next to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You feel free to come look me up after.\"\n\n\"I will,\" Murtry said. The RCE security chief picked himself up and began carefully walking toward the alien tower's entrance.\n\nWhen he was far enough away he wouldn't hear, Holden said, \"Looking forward to it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was surprised to find that was true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Murtry disappeared around the corner of the tower, Holden began his slow trudge the other direction.\n\nHis earbud crackled to life and Amos said, \"Cap? That doctor is looking for you.\"\n\n\"Lucia or Elvi?\"\n\n\"The cute one.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lucia or Elvi?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The one not married to our prisoner.\"\n\n\"Tell Elvi I'll be there after this pass around the tower,\" Holden said and killed the connection.\n\nA few minutes later he rounded the last corner, bringing the tower entrance into sight. Elvi was waiting for him there, her face set in a deep frown." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It didn't work,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\"\n\n\"The oncocidals. My medicine. It's not working.\"\n\n\"What?\" Elvi replied, \"Why do you say that? What happened?\"\n\n\"You're frowning.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh. No. I was just thinking that the membrane-bound proteins in our cells must have some sort of functional sites in common with the local life, even though as far as I can tell, they're totally different proteins. The oncocidals are having a similar effect on mitotic division even though our amino acid groups barely overlap. It'll take decades to figure that one out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So let's pretend I have no idea what you're talking about,\" Holden said.\n\n\"It's working,\" Elvi said, and her frown shifted into a brilliant smile. \"The microorganism's cell replication is failing. The colonies are breaking down and the light-scattering effect is going too. I can almost read again, if the font's big enough.\"\n\nHolden felt a rush of relief that immediately turned into a wave of dizziness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He collapsed against the wall of the tower, taking long slow breaths to keep from passing out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few meters away, a slug crawled along the wall toward him. He started to poke it off the wall with his shovel, then realized he'd lost it somewhere and he couldn't feel his hands.\n\n\"Are you okay?\" Elvi asked, reaching out tentatively with one hand to find him. \"Your respiration sounds funny.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Passing out,\" Holden said between long breaths." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How long until everyone can see again?\"\n\n\"We need to get you inside,\" Elvi replied, throwing his left arm around her shoulders and guiding him to the door. \"I think you've been awake for something like four days.\"\n\n\"It's okay,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I took a lot of speed. How long?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi stopped, throwing her other arm around his waist to hold him up. It was both a relief and, if he were being honest, a little unflattering how quickly every bit of sexual tension had been drained from their interactions. He was giddy and sleep-deprived enough he almost asked her what had changed. Fortunately, she spoke first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not sure. The dead organism isn't refracting light like the live ones do. Most of the loss of vision came from that, not from actual blockages. We'll still have some floaties in our eyes for a while, but...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So, that means soon?\"\n\nElvi got him in the doorway and over to a pile of blankets. She gently lowered him until he was lying flat on his back. \"Yes, soon I should think. Hours, maybe. Days at the most.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How did you know these blankets were here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We laid this out as a sleeping location for you three days ago,\" Elvi said with a smile and patted his cheek. \"You were just too stubborn to use it.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\n\"We have a small privacy tent too,\" she replied, pulling on something by his feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A thin sleeve of material sprang up and along the length of his body, completely covering him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Holden said again, his eyes closing against his will. He could already feel the impending sleep as a tingling in his extremities. \"Wake me up in about a year. Oh, and make sure Murtry doesn't kill me until then.\"\n\n\"Why would he do that?\" Elvi asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're kind of at war,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unconsciousness washed into him, sleep pulling him down into the endless void.\n\n\"So,\" a voice said right next to his ear, \"we really need to get a move on.\"\n\n\"Miller,\" Holden said, not opening his eyes, \"if you make me get up, I swear I will find a way to murder you.\"\n\n\"You did your bit here,\" Miller continued, undeterred." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now you need to come with me and do the other thing. And I'm not sure how much time we've got. So, upsy daisy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden forced his eyes open and looked to his side. Miller was inside the tent with him, but also too large to be in the tent with him. The overlapping images sent a spike of pain through his head so he closed them again. \"Where are we going?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Got a train to catch. Find the back room with the weird pillar in the middle. You guys are using the space for storage. I'll meet you there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hate you so, so much,\" Holden said, but there was no reply. He risked opening one eye, and saw Miller was gone. When he opened the tent, Elvi was sitting next to it looking worried.\n\n\"Who were you talking to?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ghost of Christmas past,\" Holden said, forcing himself to sit up. \"Where's Amos?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's been spending a lot of time with Wei. I think they're both in the next room.\"\n\n\"Help me up,\" Holden said, holding out one arm. Elvi climbed to her feet and pulled on it, and he somehow managed to stand without falling over. \"My heart is racing. It's not supposed to do that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're full of fatigue toxins and amphetamines. I'm not surprised you're having hallucinations.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My hallucinations are of the alien mind control variety,\" Holden said, and took a few unsteady steps toward the next room.\n\n\"Can you hear what you're saying?\" Elvi asked, coming with him and keeping one hand under his elbow. \"You're really starting to worry me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden turned, straightened up, and took one long breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he removed Elvi's hand from his arm and said in as steady a voice as he could manage, \"I need to go somewhere and turn off the defense network so our friends don't fall out of space and die. I need you to go back to work on the sight problem. Thank you for your help.\"\n\nElvi looked unconvinced, but Holden waited her out and she eventually headed off toward the area of the tower given over to lab work.\n\nIn the next room, Amos and Wei were sitting next to a low plastic table, eating ration bars and drinking distilled water out of an old whiskey bottle.\n\n\"Got a minute?\" Holden asked him, and when Amos nodded he added, \"Alone?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wei said nothing, but hopped to her feet and left the room, hands in the air in front of her to keep from running into a wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's the word, Cap?\" Amos asked. He took another bite of the protein bar and grimaced. It smelled like oil and paper.\n\n\"We got Naomi back,\" Holden said in a whisper, not sure how far away Wei might have gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's on the Roci.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, I heard,\" Amos said with a grin. \"Chandra was telling me.\"\n\n\"Chandra?\"\n\n\"Wei,\" Amos said. \"She's working for the wrong people, but she's all right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay. Murtry's pissed about the rescue.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, but fuck him.\"\n\n\"I also,\" Holden continued, \"may have shoved him down and stolen his hand terminal.\"\n\n\"Stop making me fall in love with you, Cap, we both know it can't go anywhere.\"\n\n\"The point,\" Holden said, \"is that he might try to take it out on people here. I need you looking after everyone. Especially Lucia and Elvi. They've been the two most helpful to us, so he may try to punish us through them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not so afraid of the blind guy,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Even when I'm one too.\"\n\n\"That's about to end. Elvi says the drugs are working. People will be getting their sight back in hours or days.\"\n\n\"Cap, is this a problem you'd like me to solve?\" Amos asked, cocking thumb and forefinger like a gun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because that can just happen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. No escalations. I already did enough damage knocking Murtry around. I'll pay for that when the time comes, but you only do what you have to in order to protect these people when I'm gone.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Amos said. \"You got it. And what do you mean, when you're gone?\"\n\nHolden sat down on the plastic table with a thump and rubbed at eyes that were as dry as steel bearings. The planet was one big ball of humidity, yet he somehow managed to have dry itchy eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have to go with Miller. He says there's a thing that might turn off the alien artifacts, which would get the Roci flying again and pretty much solve all of our problems.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos frowned. Holden could see the big mechanic's face twitching as he formulated questions and then abandoned them without speaking. Finally he just said, \"Okay. I'll keep an eye out here.\"\n\n\"Be here when I get back, big man,\" Holden said and clapped Amos on the shoulder.\n\n\"Last man standing,\" Amos replied with another grin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's in my job description.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took Holden a few minutes to find the storage room with the oddly shaped pillar in the middle, but when he did the only person in it was Miller. The detective frowned out a what-took-you-so-long look and Holden flipped him off.\n\nMiller turned away and walked toward the pillar, disappearing into it like a ghost walking through a wall. A few seconds later, the pillar split down the middle without a sound and opened up into a steep ramp heading down into darkness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Was this always here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden asked. \"Because if it was, and you'd told us about it, it might have saved a few lives when the storm came.\"\n\n\"If you'd been where I could talk to you, I might have,\" Miller said with a Belter shrug of the hands. \"You did pretty well without me. Now get down the ramp. We're late as it is.\"\n\nThe ramp dropped nearly fifty meters into the ground and ended at a metallic wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller touched it and the wall, in spite of having no visible seams or joints, irised open." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All aboard,\" Miller said. \"This is our ride.\"\n\nHolden crouched to enter through the small round opening, and found himself in a metallic cube two meters to a side. He sat on the floor, then slid down the wall until he was lying on his back.\n\n\"This is a part of the old material transfer system,\" Miller was saying, but Holden was already asleep." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock still wasn't convinced that Naomi Nagata was the best engineer in the system, but after watching her work, he had to concede there probably wasn't a better one. If some of the people on the Israel had more degrees or specialties in which they outpaced her, Naomi could make it up in sheer, bloody-minded wildness.\n\n\"Okay, we can't wait any longer,\" she said to the muscle-bound bald man on the screen. \"If he shows back up, tell him where we stand up here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pretty sure the cap'n trusts your judgment,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But yeah. I'll tell him. Anything else I should pass on?\"\n\n\"Tell him he's got about a billion messages from Fred and Avasarala.\" Alex's voice came across the comm and also through the hatchway to the cockpit. \"They're talkin' about building a mass driver, sending us relief supplies.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah?\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How long's that gonna take?\"\n\n\"About seven months,\" Naomi said. \"But at the outside, we'll only have been dead for three of them.\"\n\nAmos grinned. \"Well, you kids don't have too much fun without me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No danger,\" Naomi said and broke the connection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you sure this is a good idea?\" Havelock asked.\n\n\"Nope,\" Naomi replied. She pulled herself closer to the command console. \"How's it going out there, Basia?\"\n\nThe comm channel clicked and the Belter's voice hissed into the operations deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sound reverberated without giving any sense of spaciousness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A whisper in a coffin. \"We're getting close out here. This is a lot of ugly.\"\n\n\"Good thing we've got a great welder,\" she said. \"Keep me in the loop.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The screens on the ops deck showed the operation in all its stages: what they'd managed so far, what they still hoped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the countdown timer that marked the hours that remained before the Barbapiccola started to scrape against Ilus' exosphere and changed from a fast-moving complex of ceramic and metal into a firework.\n\nNot days. Hours.\n\nThe tether itself looked like two webs connected by a single, hair-thin strand. All along the belly of the Rocinante, a dozen ceramic-and-steel foot supports made for a broad base, the black lines meeting at a hard ceramic juncture a few hundred meters out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Barbapiccola underneath them almost had all of the answering structures in place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once the Belter had the foot supports installed there too, it would be time for the Martian corvette to use its battery power to tug the Belter ship into a more stable orbit, along with its cargo of lithium ore. The complexity of the situation made Havelock a little lightheaded. As he watched, the display showing the surface of the Barbapiccola stuttered, and one of the red-flagged foot supports changed to green.\n\n\"Okay,\" Naomi said over the open channel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're reading solid on that one. Let's move on.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, give me one more minute here,\" Basia's compressed voice said. \"There's a seam here I don't like. I'm just going to...\" The words trailed off. The readout stuttered red and then green again. \"Okay. That's got it. Moving on.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Be careful,\" Alex broke in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Keep the torch cold when you're moving. These lines've got great tensile strength, but they're crap for heat resistance.\"\n\n\"Done this before,\" Basia said.\n\n\"Partner,\" Alex said. \"I don't think anyone's done this before.\"\n\nThe tether lines were standard filament design, built for retrieving dropped Martian marines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Using them to haul a full-sized spaceship was like using a thread to pull a bowling ball: possible with enough patience and skill, and easy as hell to get wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi had spent three long hours strapped into her crash couch before she'd decided it was plausible, and even then, Havelock half thought she'd talked herself into believing it because she knew that nothing else was.\n\nHavelock had spent the time having his connections to Murtry's terminal refused and reflecting on the fact that he'd just spectacularly quit his job. It was odd that it weighed on him as much as it did. He was eighteen months from home and probably days at the most from death, and his mind kept turning back to the uneasy surprise with himself that came from walking out on a contract." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd never done that before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And, since he'd gone with Naomi, he wasn't even sure what his legal status was. Somewhere, he guessed, between former employee and accomplice to criminal conspiracy. It was a wider range than he knew what to do with. If he was really the face of what was happening on New Terra back home, they were all going to be at least as confused as he was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The truth was that none of the standards of corporate law or governmental authority seemed to apply out here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could follow the feeds, read the letters, even exchange recorded video with RCE's home office, but those were only words and pictures. The models based on experience in human space—even in the attenuated civilization of the Belt—failed here.\n\nMostly what he felt, though, was relief. He was very aware of how inappropriate it was, given the context, but he couldn't deny it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't leave him regretting his choices." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Except maybe to have taken the job. All the tragedy and pain of Ilus would have been merely sad and distressing to see from a bar on Ceres Station. From where he was, the fear had stopped being an emotion and turned into an environment.\n\nThe last foot support indicator went green." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" Naomi said. \"That's looking good from here. What's it like out there, Basia?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ugly as shit, but solid.\"\n\n\"How's your air?\"\n\n\"I'm all right,\" the Belter said. \"Thought I'd stay here, in case anything breaks that I'd be able to fix.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" Naomi said. \"If this fails, those lines will snap fast enough to cut you in half. Come back to the barn.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia's percussive snort was more eloquent than words, but the small yellow dot began to move from the surface of the Barbapiccola up through the vacuum toward the Rocinante. Havelock watched, his fingers laced tightly together.\n\n\"Alex,\" Naomi said, \"can you check the release?\"\n\n\"It's good,\" Alex said, his voice coming from the cockpit and the radio link both." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We start going pear-shaped, we can let go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Naomi said. And then, softly to herself, \"All right.\"\n\n\"If this doesn't work,\" Alex said though the deck hatch between ops and the cockpit, \"our man Basia's going to watch his baby girl burn to death. I sort of promised him that wouldn't happen.\"\n\n\"I know,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock had hoped she'd say, She won't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took Basia eighteen minutes to get back to the Roci and another five to negotiate the airlock. Naomi spent most of that time on the radio to the captain and engineer of the Barbapiccola. Half the conversation was in Belter patois—ji-ral sabe sa and richtig ane-nobu—that might as well have been in code for all he could follow it. Havelock requested a connection to Murtry's hand terminal and was refused again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wondered whether he should write some sort of press release or letter of resignation to the company." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Basia said, sloping up into the ops deck. His face still had the thin, watery layer of sweat adhering to it. \"I'm here.\"\n\nThe readout counting down to the Barbapiccola's atmospheric impact was down under an hour. It was hard for Havelock to remember that the stillness of the deck was an illusion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The velocities and forces involved in anything at orbital altitudes were enough to kill a human with just the rounding error." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At their speeds, the friction from air too thin to breathe would set them on fire.\n\n\"Strap in,\" Naomi said, nodding to the crash couches. Then, to the radio, \"Rocinante bei here. Dangsin-eun junbiga?\"\n\n\"Ready con son immer, sa sa?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi smiled. \"Counting down,\" she said. \"Ten. Nine. Eight...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At four, the displays on the consoles began to shift color, mapping the two ships, the tether lines, the engines in psychedelic false color. Basia was muttering under his breath, and it sounded like prayer. Naomi reached one.\n\nThe Rocinante moaned. The sound was deep as a gong, but it didn't fade like one. Instead the overtones seemed to grow, one layering over another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the displays, the tethers shimmered, the internal forces racing along the spider-web lines in crimson and orange and silver." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come on, baby,\" Naomi said, petting the console before her. \"You can do this. You can do it.\"\n\n\"Getting pretty close to tolerance up here,\" Alex said.\n\n\"I see it. Keep it gentle and steady.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Rocinante shrieked, a high scraping scream like metal being ripped apart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock grabbed the sides of his crash couch, squeezing until his hands ached.\n\n\"Alex?\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Just passing through a resonance window. Nothing to worry about.\"\n\n\"I'm trusting you here,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Always can,\" Alex said, and Havelock could hear the grin he couldn't see. \"I'm the pilot.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia gasped. Havelock turned, but it took a few seconds to see what the Belter was reacting to. The countdown timer—the death timer—had changed. The Barbapiccola was slated to burn in three hours and fifteen minutes. Four hours and forty-three minutes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Six hours and six minutes. It was working." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Havelock watched, the life span of everyone on the ship below him ballooned out. Havelock felt like shouting. It was working. It had no right at all to have worked, and it was working.\n\nThe alarm Klaxon cut through the other noise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi snapped back to her console." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What am I lookin' at, XO?\" Alex said. The sound of the grin was gone. \"Why am I seeing a bogie?\"\n\n\"Checking it out,\" Naomi shouted, not bothering with the radio." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock turned his own console to the sensor arrays." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The new dot was approaching from the horizon, speeding above them in its own arc above cloud-choked Ilus.\n\n\"Where's the Israel?\" Havelock shouted.\n\n\"Occluded,\" Naomi said. \"We should be passing each other in an hour. Is that—\"\n\n\"That's the shuttle.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The death timer showed seventeen hours and ten minutes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The shuttle you turned into a fucking torpedo?\" Basia asked. His voice was surprisingly calm.\n\n\"Yeah,\" Havelock said. \"But the payload was the reactor overload, and there aren't any reactors working, so—\"\n\n\"It's running on battery, then. That's still going to be a hell of a lot of kinetic energy,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is it going to hit us?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock asked, and felt stupid as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Of course it was going to hit them.\n\n\"Alex?\" Naomi said. \"Give me options here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"PDCs are online, XO,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All I've got to do is put a little battery power to 'em, set 'em to automatic, and point defense can slag that thing before it comes close.\"\n\nTwenty hours and eighteen minutes.\n\n\"Power to the PDCs,\" Naomi said. \"Watch the tethers.\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" Alex said. \"Just trying to do a few too many things at once here. Powering up the PDCs.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That won't work, Havelock thought. We're forgetting something." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The red dot drew closer. The Israel itself hauled up over the edge of the horizon, visual contact still blocked by the curve of the atmosphere. The shuttle sped toward them. The firing of the point defense cannons was hardly more than a brief vibration in the overwhelming strain of dragging up the Barbapiccola." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he hadn't known to expect it, he'd have missed it entirely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The red dot blinked out, and then back in.\n\n\"Oh,\" Alex said. \"Huh.\"\n\n\"Alex?\" Naomi shouted. \"What's going on? Why aren't we shooting it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, we shot the hell out of it,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Busted that shit right on up. But this right now is when I'd normally be dodging out the debris path? That's not really an option.\"\n\n\"I don't understand,\" Havelock said. And then he did. The shuttle had been a great big hunk of metal when the point defense cannons hit it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now it was almost certainly a great number of relatively small pieces of metal with pretty close to the same mass moving at very nearly the same speed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They just traded being hit with a shuttle-sized slug for being hit with a shuttle's mass of shrapnel.\n\nNaomi pressed her hand to her lips. \"How long before—\"\n\nThe ship shuddered. For a second, Havelock thought it was the PDCs kicking in again. Something was hissing and his crash couch had a sharp edge that he didn't remember." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The death clock had gone black." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A growing mass of blood around his elbow was the first concrete sign he had that he'd been hurt, but as soon as he saw it, the pain detonated.\n\n\"Ops is holed!\" Naomi shouted into the radio.\n\n\"Cockpit's sealed,\" Alex said. \"I'm good.\"\n\n\"I'm hurt,\" Havelock said, trying to move his bleeding arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The muscles still functioned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whatever had hit him—shuttle debris or shrapnel from the crash couch—it hadn't crippled the limb. The crimson globe inching its way along his arm was getting fairly impressive, though. Someone was tugging at him. Basia, the Belter.\n\n\"Get off the couch,\" the Belter said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We've got to get off the deck.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" Havelock said. \"Of course.\"\n\nNaomi was moving through the compartment. Bits of anti-spalling foam swirled in the thinning air like snowflakes.\n\n\"Are you gettin' anything over those holes?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex asked, his voice disconcertingly calm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm counting ten down here,\" Naomi said as Havelock hauled himself out of the crash couch and kicked off toward the hatch leading deeper into the ship. \"I didn't bring that many beer coasters. I'm taking the civilians down to the airlock, putting them in suits. Havelock's hit.\"\n\n\"Dead?\"\n\n\"Not dead,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi finished keying in the override and the deck hatch opened with a little puff of incoming air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock's ears popped as he pulled himself down into the airlock deck.\n\n\"How's the tether?\" Basia asked, following close behind.\n\n\"No damage to the main line,\" Alex said. \"We lost one of the foot supports, but I can try to adjust.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do it,\" Naomi said, and grabbed Havelock by the shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The emergency aid station by the airlock door had a roll of elastic bandage and a small wound vacuum. Naomi pulled his arm out straight and pressed that vacuum's clear plastic nozzle into the center of the globe of blood. \"What am I looking at, Alex?\"\n\n\"Checking, XO. All right. We've got a slow leak in the machine shop. The port side's pretty messed up. Sensor arrays and PDCs on that side. Maneuvering thrusters aren't responding. They may not even be there. There's a lot of power conduits right around there too, but with the reactor off-line, I don't know if they're hit or not.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The gouge in Havelock's arm was as long as his thumb in a sharp V shape." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where the flesh had peeled back, his skin looked fish-belly white. The margin of the wound was nearly black with pooling blood. Naomi put absorbent bandage on it and started wrapping it down with an wide elastic band. She had tiny dots of his blood in her hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How are we for moving?\" she asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can go anyplace you want, so long as it's counter-clockwise,\" Alex said. \"If there were a dock anywhere within a year of here and we had a reactor, I'd have a vote where to go next.\"\n\n\"We'll work on a plan B. How's the Barb?\"\n\nBasia almost had his welding rig back on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi patted Havelock's wounded arm, a small physical statement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You're good to go. She turned to the lockers and started pulling out an environment suit of her own.\n\n\"She's still coming up,\" Alex said. \"But I'm starting to get worried about that missing foot support.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Back the thrust down for now. We'll see if we can get it stuck back on.\"\n\nHavelock pulled the thick leggings on, shrugged into the suit. He checked the seals automatically, long years of living in vacuum making it all as quick and automatic as reflex. The suit's medical array kicked on and immediately injected him with a cocktail of anti-shock medicines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His heart raced and his face flushed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, the good news is they're out of shuttles,\" Basia said. \"They won't be doing that again.\"\n\n\"What are they going to do,\" Naomi said. It took Havelock a long moment to realize she was talking to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These were his people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marwick and Murtry. The militia of engineers. The RCE team had launched the shuttle at the Rocinante and tried to break up a civilian rescue operation. It was a strangely dislocating thought. He'd spent a countable fraction of his life protecting these people, keeping the shipboard politics that always rose up on a long voyage to a minimum, protecting them from outside threats and internal ones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd tried to kill not only him, but the crew of the Rocinante and the Barbapiccola too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the worst of it was that he wasn't actually surprised.\n\n\"XO? I think we've got a hole in the port torpedo rails too. Might want to see if everything's still in place down there. Failsafes are pretty good, but we'll want to check them all if we ever plan to fire one. It'd be a real pity for our own ordnance to blow us up.\"\n\n\"Roger that,\" Naomi said. \"I'm on my way. Basia, can you coordinate with Alex and get that foot support back where it's supposed to be?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sure can,\" the Belter said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The one who'd been part of that first conspiracy to have the RCE people killed. Who had Governor Trying's blood on his hands. For a moment, their eyes met through the doubled windows of their helmets. Basia's eyes were hard, and then Havelock thought there was something else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A flicker of shame, maybe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock watched as he cycled the airlock open, and then he watched it close.\n\n\"Havelock,\" Naomi said. \"I need you to answer the question.\"\n\n\"Which question?\"\n\n\"What are they going to do next?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His arm throbbed. There was no point to the attack except spite and the kind of violence that passed for meaning in the face of despair. If Murtry was behind it, all he'd care was that the Barbapiccola went down before the Israel. If it was the engineering militia, they'd done it to show that they hadn't lost.\n\nThe reasons behind it didn't matter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know,\" Havelock said, then sighed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But it will probably be bad for everyone.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce four sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi thought her eyesight's return was like coming out of a fog. The green that had enveloped the world was just as vivid at first. It lasted long enough that she was afraid she'd been wrong, or that the long-term use of the oncocidals had made some other change to Holden's physiology that short-term use wasn't having. And then the shadows had lines around them again, little zones of definition." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then within hours, she could see the doorway arch and the shape of the chemistry deck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time she'd been able to see clearly enough that she could tell Holden for certain that they'd solved the problem, the man had been in what looked like a sleep-deprivation psychosis. It made her feel a little guilty that she hadn't figured it out earlier. But he'd gone off to talk to Amos, and she was fairly sure that the big man would be able to take care of his captain. And Elvi had too many other things to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The chemistry deck's slowed water purification turned out to be a bigger issue than she'd expected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The distillation filters were exhausted; material that had gone in as white, puffy pads of spun glass embedded with ionic scrubbers came out slick and green. But the other people from the science team and the survivors of First Landing were all starting to get function back too. It took almost four hours, but Elvi and Fayez and two of the mining technicians had rigged a still just outside the ruins that was converting the fallen rainwater to something potable at nearly three gallons an hour. It tasted like fake spearmint flavoring and alfalfa, but it would sustain life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Elvi found Lucia, the doctor looked as bad as Holden had sounded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her skin had an ashy tone and the whites of her eyes were so pink Elvi was surprised they weren't bleeding. Jacek was following his mother around, carrying her medical scanner and a little sack of bandages. Elvi watched them check on the patients. Everyone was covered in mud and grit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The differences between RCE and squatters were buried under the layers of filth and the shared joy in their returning sight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Jacek caught her gaze, she smiled. He hesitated, then nodded almost shyly and smiled back.\n\n\"Clouds are starting to thin,\" Lucia said. \"I saw a patch that was actually white.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Really?\" Elvi asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Still looked greenish to me, of course, but it was actually white,\" the doctor said. When she shook her head, it seemed to take her a fraction of a second to start. \"You did good work. I've only got three people the treatment's not working on.\"\n\n\"Why isn't it working for them? Maybe we should—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This isn't science,\" Lucia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's medicine. A success rate this high on a new treatment for a novel illness? We're doing brilliantly. None of us are back to baseline yet, though. If it happens at all, it will take time.\"\n\n\"Time,\" Elvi said. \"Strange to think we've got any of that.\"\n\n\"We've traded up from dying in the storm to dying from the slugs to dying of hunger in a few weeks.\"\n\n\"We're pushing the crisis point back. If it's not winning, at least it's a way not to lose.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we can keep pushing it back.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But we can't. The words hadn't been said, but they didn't need to be. With the ships fighting each other and falling out of orbit and the native ecology basically inedible, extending the group's horizon past a few weeks of starvation was going to be difficult. Maybe impossible. The stress was showing in the people, RCE and First Landers both. Elvi saw it, the segregation into tribes again now that the immediate danger had passed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wondered whether it would come back when the food ran out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You need rest,\" Elvi said, and a hand touched her shoulder. Wei and Murtry were behind her. Wei's expression was bleak. Murtry, on the other hand, was smiling his customary smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of all of them, the coating of mud on his skin and in his hair looked almost natural." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like he was in his native element.\n\n\"Doctor Okoye,\" Murtry said, \"I was hoping we could have a private word.\"\n\n\"Of course,\" Elvi said. Lucia nodded curtly and turned away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi felt a little pang of disappointment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After all the trials of the storm and the blindness, the political divisions between the RCE and First Landing were still there, just below the surface. Murtry was still the man who'd burned a building full of terrorists. Lucia was still the wife of a man who'd conspired to destroy the heavy shuttle. It seemed like it should have mattered less now, like the rains should have washed something clean. Anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was wondering what you could tell me about the last conversation you had with Captain Holden,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His voice sounded perfectly calm and reasonable. It was like they were back on the Israel and he was asking her to think back to the last time she'd used some tool she couldn't find.\n\n\"Well, he was very, very tired. Exhausted. It seemed to be having some real cognitive effects.\"\n\n\"Cognitive effects like what, please?\" Murtry asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He was babbling,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bounding from jokes about mind-controlling aliens to Charles Dickens to insisting that he had some way to shut down the defense network. He was really all over the place. I tried to get him to rest, but—\"\n\n\"Do I understand you that he intended to disable the alien technology presently functioning on this planet?\"\n\n\"Yes. I mean, why wouldn't he?\"\n\n\"Doesn't belong to him. Did he say how he intended to accomplish this?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He didn't. But I don't think there really was anything. It was just his brainstem attaching to his vocal cords. I'm pretty sure he was only half aware that he was talking at all.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did he mention going north?\"\n\nElvi blinked, scowled, shook her head.\n\nMurtry pulled up his hand terminal, tapped it three times, and held it out to her. A rough map of Ilus' only continent showed on the screen with two dots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One, she knew, was the location of First Landing, or where the place had been, anyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She assumed it indicated where they were. A second dot was almost an inch and a half away.\n\n\"I took the liberty of tracking the captain's hand terminal signal,\" Murtry said. \"Signal's patchy and intermittent, but it seems he's been traveling north at an average of two hundred klicks an hour. I find that very interesting.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi handed the terminal back to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He didn't say anything about it. Just that he had something to do. He talked to Amos afterward. I thought that was probably what he meant. Honestly, I'm surprised he can even drive a cart.\"\n\n\"He isn't driving a cart,\" Murtry said. \"We've only got two carts, they're both right outside, and one of them doesn't even have a power cell.\"\n\n\"I don't understand,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then how is he...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Going two hundred kilometers an hour?\" Murtry said. \"That would be one of many, many questions I'd like to have answered. Thank you for your time, Doctor.\"\n\nMurtry nodded, turned, and walked toward the archway that led outside. Elvi watched him go, scowling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had Holden said anything else?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She couldn't think of anything. But maybe he'd said something to Amos.\n\nShe found the big man standing in the mud outside the work tent where the carts were parked, arms folded across his bare, mud-streaked chest. He had a nasty scar across his belly and a tattoo of a woman over his heart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted to ask about them both, but didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The one working cart was rolling out, Murtry and Wei at the controls. The big silica-gel wheels made wet smacking sounds in the mud, but the cart picked up speed quickly, bouncing along the ruined landscape in the soft rain.\n\n\"Was there a drop?\" Elvi asked.\n\n\"Nope,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is there going to be a drop?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If there is, they'd better get it in walking range. Unless I can get another fuel cell up, that right there was our one working set of wheels.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" she said. And then, \"Did Holden say anything to you before he, ah, left?\"\n\n\"Yep,\" Amos said, still scowling after the cart.\n\n\"Was it about going north?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not in particular, but I knew he was going someplace in case he could get Miller to turn the fusion reactors back on for us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Miller?\" Elvi said with a shake of her head.\n\n\"Yeah, that's a long story. Pretty much all the cap had for me was to make sure that one\"—Amos nodded at the retreating cart—\"didn't get uppity and start killing folks again.\"\n\n\"He's going after Holden.\"\n\n\"Hmm. Don't know if that makes my job harder or easier.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The big man shrugged and walked into the repair tent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The remains of half a dozen fuel cells were laid out on a thin plastic tarp. Amos squatted beside them, then started arranging the cells by size and the extent of their obvious damage.\n\n\"This'd be a lot easier if the Roci could just drop me down a fresh cell,\" he said.\n\n\"You're going after Holden too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, the way I figure it, I'm supposed to make sure Murtry doesn't hurt anyone. He ain't here, so all these folks are looking pretty safe. Might as well go where he is, make sure he don't hurt no one there either.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi nodded and looked north. The cart was a small dot near the horizon throwing up a plume of spattered mud. She couldn't judge how quickly they were going, but she was sure they'd be beyond the horizon soon.\n\n\"If you get that working, can I come too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nope.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seriously, let me come with you,\" Elvi said, kneeling beside him. \"You'll need backup out there. If anything goes wrong. What if you go blind again? Or if something stings you? I know the ecology out here better than anyone. I can help.\"\n\nAmos picked up a fuel cell, squeezing the casing until the metal bowed out a degree, and slid the internal cell out into his hand. A slurry of green-yellow mud came with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Holden was talking about aliens. Like living, thinking, communicating, mind-controlling aliens,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If that's true, I could talk with them. Document them.\"\n\nAmos wiped the mud from the cell with his palm and squinted at it, sighing. He put it down and picked up the next one.\n\n\"We're going to die here,\" Elvi said, her voice soft, gentle, pleading." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The food's going to run out. You go out there, and you'll be passing through a whole biosphere no one's ever seen before. There are going to be things you and I haven't even imagined. I want to see those before I die.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The next cell opened. There was no mud, but the acrid stink of melted plastic filled the air, stinging her nose and eyes. Amos closed it again.\n\n\"You need to get electricity to drive that cart,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I tell you how to do that, will you take me with you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos turned his head to her, his gaze fastening on her like he was noticing her for the first time. His smile came slowly.\n\n\"You got something you want to tell me, doc?\"\n\nElvi shrugged. \"The alien moon defense grid thing shot down the shuttle with the fusion drive and the drop with batteries and fuel cells in it, but it let the food and medicine come through. It also isn't busy shooting the clouds, even though there are a bunch of organisms living in them that are made of complex organic compounds. It doesn't care about chemical energy inside compounds. You could have the Rocinante drop you a chemical fuel source. Acetylene, maybe. You've got acetylene tanks up there, don't you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hell, I got acetylene right here. But these here don't run on fire,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They don't have to,\" Elvi said. \"The chemistry deck has a combustion chamber that runs assays by converting exothermic reactions into current and then measuring the output. It's not much of a chamber, but if you take that out and build a decent-sized combustion chamber—maybe a ten-centimeter surface—you could probably capture enough of the chemical energy from the burn to make the same current coming out of one of those things. We might need to build a transformer to get the amps and volts just right, but that's not actually hard.\"\n\nAmos scratched his neck and rocked back on his heels. His eyes were narrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You just come up with that on the spot?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi shrugged. \"Does that mean I can come with you?\"\n\nAmos turned his head and spat on the ground. \"Sure,\" he said.\n\n\"I just want to know why,\" Fayez said.\n\n\"Why what?\" Elvi asked, walking through the main chamber of the ruins." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had two thick plastic sacks of fresh-ish water. Potable, at least." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And a box the size of her hand with protein rations in it. It was supposed to be enough for one person for one day, and it was all they were going to have until they came back to the camp in the ruins. She'd also found a satchel with a wide fake-leather belt to strap it closed.\n\n\"Why you're chasing after Holden again,\" Fayez said, ducking around a passing woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not chasing after Holden,\" Elvi said, then stopped and turned, putting her palm against Fayez's chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could feel his heartbeat against her fingertips. \"You know I'm not chasing after Holden, don't you? Because that's... I mean, no.\"\n\n\"Then why?\" he said.\n\nThe organisms still dying in Elvi's eyes had lost all their green tinge, but they left the world a little blurry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt like she was seeing Fayez through a filter that softened his features, smoothed his skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked like a media star in some particularly unflattering role that involved a lot of mud and not many showers.\n\n\"Because I want to see,\" she said. \"It's why I came out here. It's why I've been spending all my time taking samples and running assays. I love what I do, and what I do is go look at things. Holden said he was talking to aliens, and that he might be able to turn off the defense grid, and it means we're going to drive through the wilderness—\"\n\n\"What's left of it,\" Fayez said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And because I'm going to die,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fayez looked away.\n\n\"We're all going to die,\" Elvi said. \"And we're all very probably going to die very, very soon. And my choices are to go out and look at this amazing, strange, beautiful, ruined world or else stay in the camp and watch everyone around me die by centimeters. And I'm a coward and a hedonist and I'm sometimes very, very selfish.\"\n\n\"You know. Between the two of us, I always thought of myself as more along those lines.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Outside, Amos' kludged cart was roaring, the constant burn of the combustion chamber was like a synthesizer stuck on a particularly ragged and unpleasant G under middle C. Amos was in the cab, sitting at the controls. Fayez walked with her to the side of the cart and then helped her scramble up into the cab. When he stepped back, he had his hands shoved deep in his pockets. She couldn't see quite well enough to know if there were tears in his eyes too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Those the supplies, doc?\" Amos asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're what we've got to work with.\"\n\n\"All right then. I got the signal from the captain's hand terminal locked in. We got maybe a week's worth of gas, and the guy I'm after's got a day's head start.\"\n\n\"I wish we had sunglasses,\" she said. \"Or a pizza.\"\n\n\"Fallen fucking world, doc.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cart lurched once, the tires spinning in the mud for a moment, then catching and lurching again. The rain made tiny dots on the windshield, and a wide, smeary wiper cleared them away. The world before her was a vast plain of mud. She checked Amos' hand terminal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The path toward James Holden would take them through territory that had been forestlike, past the shoulder of a massive freshwater lake, through a maze of canyons that defied any standard geological explanation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was going to see a world in the aftermath of utter disaster, but she would still see it. And the state of nature was always recovering from the last disaster.\n\n\"Stop,\" she said. \"Could you please stop. Just for a minute?\"\n\n\"You need a potty break, you should have thought of that before we started,\" Amos said, but he stopped the drive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She couldn't even hear the electrical motors winding down over the roar of the acetylene-powered generator." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She opened the door of the cab and leaned out. They'd only gone a hundred meters. She could still see Fayez, even though he was mostly a dark, fuzzy blot. She waved, and he waved back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She gestured that he should come toward her, and he did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She watched him trot across the mud field, looking down and watchful for slugs.\n\nWhen he reached the cab, he looked up at her. She was sure there were tears in his eyes now.\n\n\"Chances are I'm not coming back,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kind of need to get a move on, doc,\" Amos said. \"Don't mean to be a buzz-kill or nothing.\"\n\n\"I understand,\" Elvi said. She looked down again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her gaze met his dark eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you getting up here?\"\n\n\"Is he what?\" Amos asked at the same moment Fayez said, \"Of course I am.\"\n\nElvi scooted across the seat, making room for him. Fayez climbed up beside her and slammed closed the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos looked at them both, his eyebrow lifted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi smiled at him and pulled Fayez's arm over her shoulder.\n\n\"Don't remember this was part of the deal, doc,\" Amos said.\n\n\"It's kind of like our honeymoon,\" Elvi said. She felt Fayez stiffen for a moment, and then almost melt against her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos considered that for a moment, then shrugged." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Whatever floats your boat.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How's it look in there?\" Naomi said in Basia's helmet. She had a nice voice, a singer's voice. It sounded good even over the tiny suit speakers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia recognized that his cognition was drifting and shook his head once, sharply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A glance at his HUD told him his O2 levels were low, and he pulled out a replacement bottle.\n\nI've found the other five holes,\" he said while he worked at the air intake nipple. \"You were right. Two were behind a console. Tough to see from that side. But I think this is all of them in ops.\"\n\n\"Machine shop is next,\" she replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Got one slow leaker there. It's cramped. We've got some after-market equipment using up a lot of the space between hulls.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll squeeze,\" Basia said, then pulled out a small metal disk and started welding it over one of the five holes.\n\n\"She is over the horizon... now,\" Alex said over the channel. Naomi was sitting in her vacuum suit on the ops deck coordinating the work, so the only way anyone could talk to her was on her suit radio. Basia wanted to ask who she was, but started welding a second patch instead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A tiny red glob of molten metal spun off the bead and stuck to his faceplate, cooling to a black dot over his left eye." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There wasn't much danger of it hurting his suit, but it was a rookie mistake anyway. A sign he was tired. The gentle rotation of the Rocinante at the end of the tether made free-floating objects drift toward the walls. He'd need to remember that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Didn't leave any presents for us?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi asked, still talking about the mysterious she.\n\n\"Nope,\" Alex said. \"I keep hitting her with our targeting laser when she goes by. A warning.\"\n\n\"The PDCs are totally shut down, and plasma torpedoes don't work now,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Yeah, but they don't know that. Last they saw, I chopped their shuttle into sushi with a PDC burst.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Kinda wish we hadn't done that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, do you like one big hole or lots of little ones?\"\n\n\"Fair point,\" Naomi said. \"Almost done down there?\"\n\nIt took Basia a second to realize she'd started talking to him again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, last one going up now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll guide you to the machine shop exterior bulkhead.\"\n\nNaomi hadn't been kidding about cramped. There was some kind of large, blocky device taking up almost all of the space between the inner and outer hull. A long metal tube projected from one side of it, and seemed to run the entire length of the ship's hull like a sewer pipe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the opposite side of the device, a complex-looking feed mechanism sat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Flanking the central mechanism, and also down almost the entire length of the tube, sat twin rows of powerful-looking industrial batteries.\n\n\"Sixty-two percent, XO,\" Alex said. \"Droppin' fast. And the clock's down to about twelve hours for the Barb. If I had thrusters that worked, I'd be wantin' to do a burn about now.\"\n\n\"I've shut down everything I can think to shut down,\" Naomi replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So our power is what it is. I'm trying to come up with a plan for moving working thrusters to replace broken ones, and wind up with some semblance of maneuverability. But it's not a trivial problem. We're pretty beat up.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia played his suit's light around the space until he found the faintest trace of frozen vapor. It led him to the tiny hole in the machine shop's bulkhead, and seconds later he was patching it with another metal disk. The actinic blue of his torch threw the space into bright relief, the shadows of conduits and thruster housings dancing madly in the glare.\n\n\"Alex?\" Basia said as he worked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yo.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is this thing I'm next to? It looks high-powered. Should I avoid getting any hot residue on it?\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah,\" Alex said, then gave a humorless laugh. \"Please avoid that.\"\n\n\"It's a rail gun,\" Naomi said. \"We had it added to the ship. You might damage it, but it won't blow up or anything. It fires solid metal slugs, not explosives.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" Basia replied. \"Just about done here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It cost about three hundred thousand Ceres new yen,\" Alex said. \"So don't break it, or you bought it.\"\n\nBy the time Basia had returned through the airlock, stripped off his welding rig and vacuum suit, then put everything away, Naomi had replaced the lost atmosphere on the ops deck and everyone was gathered there. She floated near the command console, still wearing her lightweight atmosphere suit, but with the helmet off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock and Alex were across the deck from her, clinging to the combat operations crash couch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The three of them were floating in the sort of intense silence that only follows a heated conversation.\n\n\"There a problem?\" Basia asked when the deck hatch had closed behind him.\n\nAlex and Havelock both looked away from him, something like embarrassment on their faces. Naomi did not look away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She said, \"We're going to lose the Barbapiccola.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\"\n\n\"I have a plan for moving five maneuvering thrusters from the starboard side of the ship to port. This will give us close to sixty percent maneuverability. It'll be enough to keep us in the sky until the power runs out. But we can't do it fast enough to tug the Barb out of her descent. She'll start scraping atmo before we're even halfway done. We have to cut her loose.\"\n\n\"No,\" Basia said.\n\n\"We tried,\" Naomi continued as though he hadn't spoken." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But the damage caused by the shuttle was just too serious. I'm going to call the captain of the Barb and ask that your daughter be transferred to this ship. The price is there will be a few others that come with her. Just a few, though.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia felt an almost overwhelming sense of relief, followed by an equally powerful rush of shame. \"There are a hundred-some people on the Barbapiccola. We just let them all die?\"\n\n\"Not all of them, but even if we wanted to bring them all here, they wouldn't fit. A full company on the Roci would be twenty-two. Our other choice is to die with them,\" Naomi said. Her voice trembled, but her gaze was steady." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She knew exactly how awful her words were, but she wasn't backing away from them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia found himself suddenly very afraid of the Rocinante's executive officer. \"But we're not buying ourselves much in the process. With our power failing and running on a little over half thrust, we're getting very close to the point that we won't be able to get to a stable orbit where we can die slowly when the environment systems shut down. And, of course, we'll have moved as many of the Barb's crew as we can to this ship. Which just means we'll burn through our power that much faster. This is lose, lose, lose, Basia. There aren't any good choices anymore.\"\n\nBasia nodded, accepting her statements without argument. She was the expert." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he felt like there was something missing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It itched at the back of his mind. To distract himself, he traced with his finger in the condensation building up on the nearest wall panel. That shouldn't be happening. The atmosphere system shouldn't be allowing humidity to build up like that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But now that he thought about it, he realized that the air did feel thick, and too hot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi, running the environmental systems at minimum power. She wasn't lying. They'd run to the very edge of their ability to keep themselves in the sky.\n\n\"When do they come, and how do they get here?\" Havelock asked, talking about refugees from the Barbapiccola." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Three hours. I want you to go down and escort them. I don't know how good their suits are, but I don't expect much. We may have to haul some EVA suits of our own down to them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Roger that,\" Havelock said with a nod. An Earthman's nod. Tipping the head back and forth. A move totally invisible in a space suit. Without thinking about it, Basia tipped his fist back and forth to show him how to do it right. Havelock ignored him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But thinking about something else for a moment broke the logjam in his brain, and the idea he'd been fumbling toward popped fully formed into his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why don't we use the batteries for the rail gun?\"\n\n\"The what?\" Havelock said.\n\n\"Huh,\" Naomi said. \"Not a terrible idea. They're topped off, right?\"\n\n\"They pull power to keep themselves full when the reactor's on, and we haven't fired the gun and they discharge really slow when not in use,\" Alex replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But they're on a separate system. No way to pull power the other direction without some work.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can work,\" Basia said. \"I'll do it. Tell me what to do. I'll recharge my suit and the welding rig right now.\"\n\n\"Wait,\" Naomi said. Her face had gone strangely blank, except for her eyes moving rapidly back and forth like she was reading something in the air. \"Wait a minute...\"\n\nHavelock started to say something, but Alex grabbed his arm and silently shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll pull power off the rail gun grid, transfer it over to the main grid, and use it to heat propellant mass for thrust,\" she finally said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yep,\" Alex agreed.\n\n\"With loss at every step. That's really inefficient.\"\n\n\"Yep,\" Alex repeated.\n\n\"When we have propellant mass already in the system without moving the power,\" she continued." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Alex, how much acceleration does a two-kilo slug traveling at five thousand meters per second give the ship?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Enough,\" Alex replied with a sly grin, \"that we're supposed to only fire it with the main drive on.\"\n\n\"Sounds like a thruster to me,\" Naomi said, grinning back at him.\n\n\"Uh,\" Havelock cut in, \"the ship is spinning a little after that shuttle strike and all? Won't that make it tough to, you know, aim?\"\n\n\"It's not a trivial problem,\" Naomi admitted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'd need to make sure we fire at the exact millisecond the two ships and the cable are aligned. No way a human could judge it. But the Roci can if I tell her what we need.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Isn't the Barb in the flight path?\" Havelock asked.\n\n\"Right,\" Naomi said, her voice soft and uninflected. \"So the sequence will have to be tipping the Roci nose down as we spin past the firing point, launching a round, then tipping her back nose up to keep from spinning out of control on that new axis. Fortunately, those thrusters work.\"\n\n\"This sounds,\" Basia said, \"pretty hard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well,\" Naomi said with a smile and a wink." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's only the most complicated nav program I'll have ever written, but I have a couple hours to do it in.\"\n\n\"I don't know about you folks, but I'm excited to be part of this plan,\" Alex said. \"Let's get going.\"\n\nBasia watched the clock tick away the hours and minutes to his daughter's death.\n\nNaomi sat at her console rapidly typing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The symbolic language she used to program the Rocinante's navigation systems meant nothing to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Watching her work was like listening to someone speak in a foreign language: the awareness of information without actual meaning. But he watched her anyway, knowing that she was building a program that might add precious minutes back to the clock. Maybe hours. Not days.\n\nAlex was back up in his cockpit, out of sight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But periodically he called down on the ship's comm to talk to Naomi about her work, so he was apparently following along from his own station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would ask for clarifications or make suggestions, but his words were as empty of content to Basia as the symbols on Naomi's screen.\n\nHavelock had gone belowdecks to move the emergency escape bubbles out of the cargo hold and up to the main airlock. The rail gun plan might not work, and the next step was to evacuate as many people from the Barbapiccola as the Rocinante could handle.\n\nIt was all just delaying games." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Try to save the Barb a little longer with their rail gun heroics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If not, save a few people by moving them to the Roci before she fell out of the sky or turned into a killing jar with twenty more people breathing her air and overloading her life support.\n\nBut they all did it without question. They fought and worked and devised intricate plans to buy more time. Basia had no doubt that they'd work just as hard to keep each other alive for even a few more minutes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't something he'd ever had to think about before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it did seem to be a microcosm of everything in life. No one lived forever. But you fought for every minute you could get. Bought a little more with a lot of hard work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It made Basia proud and sad at the same time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe that was how a warrior felt, standing on ground he knew he'd never leave alive. Making the choice to fight as long and hard as he could. Basia couldn't think why I went out, but I didn't go out easy was such an appealing and romantic notion, but it was.\n\nLooking at the angry brown ball of Ilus, rotating past on his screen, Basia thought, You'll kill us, but you won't kill us easy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He took a deep breath and worked hard not to thump himself on the chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You okay over there?\" Naomi asked, not looking up from her work.\n\n\"Fine, fine. How are you?\"\n\n\"Almost there,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The trick is that we'll have a lot of thrust coming from one vector and not along our center of mass with the cable attached, and we only have maneuvering thrusters on three sides of the ship. So, we have to minimize rotation to port. But, we can't use the starboard fore thruster to counteract that rotation because the cable changes where our center of mass is. It's actually a fun problem to figure out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have no idea what any of that means,\" Basia said. \"Is it working?\"\n\n\"I think it will. Alex agrees. We'll fire in a couple of minutes on the next rotation. Then we'll know.\"\n\n\"Great,\" Basia said.\n\nThe deck hatch clanged open and then closed again as Havelock pulled himself up into the ops deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd changed out of his RCE jumpsuit and armor into loose-fitting gray sweats with the name ROCINANTE across the chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The security officer was bigger than Holden, so if the clothes hung loose on him, they must belong to Amos. Basia thought maybe he wouldn't wear Amos' clothes without asking.\n\n\"The emergency stuff is in the airlock,\" Havelock said to Naomi's back. She hadn't looked up from her work when he came in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I also threw a couple of EVA packs, some extra air bottles, and Basia's welding rig in there. I can't think of anything else we might need.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you, Dimitri,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Dimitri?\" Basia asked with a raised eyebrow.\n\n\"You've got a problem with that? Isn't Basia a girl's name?\" Havelock shot back.\n\n\"It was my grandmother's name, and she was a solar-system-wide famous physicist, so it's a great honor to be named after her. I was the first grandchild.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You two can shut up or leave the deck,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she hit the wall comm and added, \"Alex, you ready up there?\"\n\n\"Think so,\" Alex replied with his heavy drawl. \"Just a sec, lemme tweak one thing here...\"\n\n\"Can we throw this up on the big screen?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia asked. \"I'd like to see what happens.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi didn't answer, but the main screen on the deck shifted from a tactical map to a forward telescopic view. The image rotated slowly past the brown-and-gray ball of Ilus, and then past the distant gray hulk of the Barbapiccola, and then on to the starry black.\n\n\"Missed our window,\" Naomi said. \"You almost ready?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Alex replied, dragging the word out to three syllables." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now. Good to go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Executing,\" Naomi said and tapped a button on her screen, but nothing happened. The view on the big screen continued to slowly pan until Ilus came back into view. Then the Barbapiccola. Then, without warning, the Rocinante tipped violently forward and something very loud happened in the belly of the ship. A bright dot of fire and a curve of flame appeared in the planet's atmosphere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia found that the far bulkhead was now traveling toward him at a slow but noticeable speed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ship pitched again, the various maneuvering thrusters firing in staccato bursts. When the noise and movement was over, the view on the main screen was steady, locked onto the Barbapiccola.\n\n\"Huh,\" Alex said. \"I'm seeing activity from the moons.\"\n\n\"Are they shooting at us?\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nope. Looks like they're trying to knock down the gauss round,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Full points for optimism.\"\n\n\"We're not rotating anymore,\" Basia said.\n\n\"No,\" Naomi replied. \"Give me any three directions of thrust and I can find a way to stop us. Now we just keep it here firing and adjusting, and we should be adding some speed to our orbit.\"\n\nBasia looked down at the timer counting away the Barbapiccola's remaining life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had added a little over four minutes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How often can you fire?\"\n\n\"About every five minutes or so, if we don't want to overheat the rails and burn the batteries out. At least, every five minutes until the batteries are dead.\"\n\n\"But—\"\n\n\"We've just stopped the degrading orbit, but not much more,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Israel's coming back around,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She dumped something off.\"\n\n\"Goddammit,\" Naomi muttered. \"Give us a fucking break, will you guys? What are they dropping?\"\n\n\"Men in suits,\" Alex said.\n\n\"It's the militia,\" Havelock said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Life at the naval academy had been so stressful for Holden that at the end of his first term he'd celebrated by going to a party and drinking until he passed out for twenty hours. It had been his first lesson on the difference between unconsciousness and sleep. They might seem the same, but they weren't. After twenty hours, he'd woken feeling totally unrested, and the morning PT the next day had almost killed him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Riding on Miller's material transfer network, it was difficult to get any sense of the passage of time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first time Holden came to, his hand terminal told him ten hours had passed. He could tell he'd spent it unconscious rather than sleeping because he felt exhausted and sick. His throat hurt, his eyes burned like they'd been sandpapered, and all of his muscles ached. It almost felt like a flu, except that the antivirals he took every three months made that pretty much impossible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned on his armor's diagnostic system, and it gave him a series of shots." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had no idea what. He drank half the water in his canteen and closed his eyes.\n\nIt was nine hours later when he woke again, and this time he was almost rested, the soreness in his throat gone. At some point he'd passed the threshold from unconsciousness to sleep, and his body was rewarding him for it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stretched out on the metal floor until his joints popped, then drank the rest of his water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wakey wakey,\" Miller said. He slowly appeared in the darkness, surrounded by a halo of blue light, as if someone were turning up his dimmer switch.\n\n\"I'm awake,\" Holden replied, then rattled his empty canteen at Miller. \"But you stuffed me into this cattle car so fast I wasn't able to get supplies. Gonna get pretty thirsty if there isn't, you know, an alien drinking fountain for something.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll see. But that's actually the least of our problems right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Says the guy who doesn't drink.\"\n\n\"There's a damaged piece of the system ahead,\" Miller continued, \"and I'd hoped we'd be able to get around it. No such luck. We're on foot from here.\"\n\n\"Your fancy alien train is broken?\"\n\n\"My fancy alien material transfer system has been sitting unused for over a billion years and half the planet just exploded. Your ship was built less than a decade ago and you can barely keep the coffee pot running.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are a sad, bitter little man,\" Holden said as he climbed to his feet and pushed against the train door. It didn't open." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hold on,\" Miller said and vanished.\n\nHolden turned the brightness up on his terminal and spent a few minutes checking over his equipment while he waited. Miller had grabbed him right after his final patrol around the settlement, which meant he had his armor, his pistol, and quite a few magazines of ammunition, all of which was pretty likely to be useless. He also had one empty canteen, no food, and a suit medical pack that was running low on almost everything, all of which would have been much handier to have fully stocked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When his body finally woke up enough to be hungry, he expected to be quite willing to trade his gun in for a sandwich." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't think the alien structures would have many vending machines.\n\nTen minutes passed, and his anxiety shifted to impatience. He sat down again and tried to call the Rocinante on his hand terminal, but got a failed connection message. He tried Elvi, Lucia, and Amos." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All failed. Whatever the alien subway was made out of, it was blocking his signals to the hub on the Roci." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had to be that. The alternative was that the Roci wasn't working, and that opened up too many bad scenarios. He pulled up a mindless pattern-matching game and played that for a while, until the terminal gave him a low-battery warning and he turned it off.\n\nAfter an hour passed, he started to get nervous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wasn't claustrophobic, and he'd spent most of his adult life in tiny cabins on space ships, but that didn't mean he relished the idea of dying alone in a small metal box deep under the earth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He kicked the container's door a few times and shouted to Miller, but got no reply.\n\nWhich was, in its own way, fairly alarming.\n\nThe container he'd been sleeping in during the long trip north was empty. The only tools he had with him were used for repairing his armor and weapons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was nothing that could cut through the metal or bend it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He kicked the door again, this time putting enough effort into it that it hurt his shins. It didn't move at all.\n\n\"Huh,\" he said out loud. If Miller had brought him all this way just to let him die in an abandoned train car, it was the longest prank setup in history." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden was doing a mental inventory of everything he was carrying, trying to figure out if any combination of things might make an explosive powerful enough to blow the door off, and carefully ignoring the fact that any such explosion would probably liquefy any biology inside the small metal compartment, when a loud metallic groan came from outside the cart that rose in pitch to a shriek." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The compartment shuddered and rocked. A long series of powerful hammering sounds assaulted him. Then another metallic scream that grew to deafening levels.\n\nThe door to the compartment vanished, torn from the container in one massive blow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the other side stood a nightmare." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At first glance, it looked like a massive collection of appendages and cutting tools. It stood on six of its limbs, and waved four others in the air like a crustacean made of steel and knives. Whipping through the air around the heavier cutting arms were a dozen or more tentacles of what looked like black rubber. As he watched, two of the tentacles gripped the inside edges of the doorway and bent them out with fearsome strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled his pistol, but didn't point it at the thing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It felt very small and inadequate in his hand.\n\n\"Put that away,\" the monster said in Miller's voice. \"You'll put your eye out.\"\n\nHolden hadn't thought much about the fact that every time he heard Miller's voice over the last year, it had been a protomolecule-induced hallucination." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But at the sound of the detective's voice in the air, actual vibrations moving through the atmosphere and hitting his eardrums, the strangeness of it made him feel a little lightheaded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that you?\" Holden asked in what he was pretty sure was the new universal winner for stupid questions.\n\n\"Depends what you mean,\" the Miller-bot said and backed away from the opening. It was surprisingly quiet for such a huge metallic monster. \"I'm able to get into the local hardware, and this thing was in pretty good shape for having missed its three-month warranty check by a thousand million years or so.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller did something, and suddenly Holden could see the detective in his rumpled suit standing where the monster had been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shrugged and smiled apologetically. But even as Holden saw a projection of Miller, superimposed over it he saw the robot. It was doing the same shrug, though instead of hands it used two massive serrated crab claws. It would have been comic if it hadn't come with a splitting headache." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One or the other,\" Holden said, squeezing his eyes shut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't see both things. It breaks my brain.\"\n\n\"Sorry. No problem,\" Miller replied, and when Holden opened his eyes again only the robot was there. \"Come on, we have a lot of ground to cover.\"\n\nHolden hopped out of the material transfer container and onto a flat metal floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Various sections of the Miller-bot's carapace glowed with a faint light, and unlike the blue light that had always accompanied the Miller ghost, it actually illuminated the space around it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pointing at one glowing limb, Holden said, \"Can you make that brighter?\"\n\nIn answer, all of the glowing sections of the robot intensified until the tunnel was as bright as noon. The reason for the material transfer cart's stoppage became apparent. A couple dozen meters ahead, the metal tunnel was blown apart and filled with rocks and debris." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reading his mind, Miller said, \"Yeah. Not everything is handling the reboot well. Power node for the mag-lev woke up bad and blew itself up. Only it's not exactly mag-lev. Close enough, though, you can get the picture.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can we get past it?\"\n\n\"Well, we can't repair the track, but I can get you out. Making passages,\" the Miller-bot said, waving one massive claw in the air, \"is what this thing's for. He used to dig and maintain these tunnels. Hop on.\"\n\n\"You're fucking kidding me.\"\n\n\"No, seriously, climb on. This guy can move faster than you can on foot.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Miller,\" Holden said. \"You are made entirely out of cutting edges and pinch points.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the black tentacles twisted around, looking over the robot's carapace carefully. \"Hold on,\" Miller said, and with a hum and a few metallic clanks, the torso of the robot twisted into a new configuration, leaving a wide flat spot on its back. \"There you go.\"\n\nHolden hesitated for a moment, then climbed up one of the robot's legs and onto its back. The Miller-bot trundled forward to the damaged section of tunnel and the four big forward limbs went to work, tearing out the twisted metal of the tunnel walls and clearing the earth and stone that had filled the space." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The machine worked with speed, precision, and a terrifying casual strength." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey Miller,\" Holden said, watching the robot peel up a two-meter section of the tunnel's metal flooring and rapidly cut it into tiny pieces. \"We're still friends, right?\"\n\n\"What? Ah, I see. When I'm a ghost, you yell at me, tell me to get lost, say you'll find a way to kill me. Now I'm wearing the shell of an invincible wrecking machine and you want to be buddies again?\"\n\n\"Yeah, pretty much,\" Holden replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nah, we're good.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He punctuated the words with one last massive blow that shattered a two-ton boulder into rubble. By hunching down on his six legs, Miller was able to squeeze through a small opening in the tunnel blockage. Holden lay down flat on the robot's back, a jagged piece of the tunnel roof passing less than three centimeters from his face.\n\n\"Clear sailing from here,\" Miller said, \"but the mag-lev's dead after this. No more trains.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We have any better idea what we're looking for?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Only in general terms. About the time one-celled organisms on Earth were starting to think about maybe trying photosynthesis, something turned this whole damned planet off. Took it off the grid, and killed everything high enough up the food chain to have an opinion. If I'm right, the thing that did that's not entirely gone. Every time something reaches into this one particular place, it dies.\"\n\n\"Sorry to hear that,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Don't be,\" Miller said. \"It's what we're hoping for. Now buckle up. We're going to try and make up some lost time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The robot bolted off down the tunnel, its six legs a blur of motion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even moving at fairly high speed, the ride on its back was very smooth.\n\nHolden surprised himself by falling asleep again.\n\nHe woke to something cold and rubbery touching his cheek.\n\n\"Stop it,\" he said, waving one arm at the thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wake up,\" Miller said, the detective's voice rumbling though the robot's carapace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shit,\" Holden said, sitting up suddenly and wiping saliva off the side of his face. \"I'd forgotten I was here.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I'd say a week of no sleep and too many amphetamines broke you a little,\" Miller said. \"You went on quite the bender.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Only without the fun.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've been on a few myself,\" Miller said and added a strange metallic laugh. \"None of them are fun. But we're about to hit the processing station, so get awake.\"\n\n\"What should we be expecting?\"\n\n\"I'll tell you when I see it,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden pulled out his pistol and checked the magazine and chamber." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was ready to go. It felt a little like playing grown-up. Anything that the Miller-bot monstrosity couldn't handle wasn't going to be stopped by a few shots from his sidearm. But, like so many things in life, when you come to the spot where you're supposed to do the rituals, you do them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden slid the pistol back into its holster but kept one hand on it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took him a minute to see it, but a point of light appeared ahead in the tunnel and then grew. Not reflected light from the robot, but something glowing. Holden felt a rush of relief. He'd traveled longer and farther than he knew in the small metal tunnels of the transfer system." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was ready to go outside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tunnel ended in a complex maze of new passages. A routing station, Holden guessed, where the arriving material was sent off to its various destinations. The walls were all of the same dull alloy as the tunnel. What machinery was visible in the cramped space was inset into the walls and flush with them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Miller-bot paused for a moment, its tentacles waving at the tunnel choices." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden could picture Miller standing still at the junction, tapping one finger on his chin while he decided which path to take. And then, suddenly, he actually could see Miller overlapping the robot. The headache returned with a vengeance.\n\n\"That one was kind of your fault,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's an interactive system.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do we have any idea where we're going?\"\n\nMiller answered by trundling off down one of the many new tunnels. A few seconds later, they'd exited into a cavernous new space. It took Holden a few moments to realize that it was all still artificial." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The room they entered felt too big to be a construct." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like standing at the core of the world and looking up for the crust.\n\nAll around stood vast silent machines. Some were moving, twitching. They were recognizably designs that the protomolecule favored." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They had the same half-mechanism, half-organic look of everything else he'd seen them build." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here, a massive system of tubes and pistons rising from a gantry twisting into whorls like a nautilus shell. There, an appendage coming from the ceiling, half again as long as the Rocinante, and ending in a nine-fingered manipulating hand the size of Miller's robot. Light poured into the space seemingly from everywhere at once, giving the air a gentle golden hue. The ground was vibrating." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden could feel the soft pulses through the robot's shell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're in a lot of trouble, aren't we?\" Holden asked, breathless.\n\n\"Nah,\" Miller said, rotating the robot to test the air in every direction with its tentacles. \"This is just initial material sorting and reclamation. Not even to the processing center.\"\n\n\"You could park a battleship in this room.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not for show,\" Miller said, then the robot began scuttling toward a distant wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is the point of this planet.\"\n\n\"Huh,\" Holden said. He found he was missing all of his other words. \"Huh.\"\n\n\"Yeah. So, as far I can figure it, there are minerals native to this system that are fairly rare, galactically speaking.\"\n\n\"Lithium.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's one,\" Miller agreed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This planet is a gas station. Process the ore, refine it, send it down to the power plants, then beam the collected energy out.\"\n\n\"To where?\"\n\n\"To wherever. There are lots of worlds like this one, and they all fed the grid. Not the rings, though. I still don't know how they powered those.\"\n\nThe robot moved with machine speed toward a distant wall, and a section of the structure slid away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It left an opening the size of a repair shuttle, and more lighted machinery beyond." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some of the giant devices were moving with articulations more biological than mechanical. They pulsed, contracted, rippled. Nothing so prosaic and common as a gear or a wheel in sight.\n\n\"Are we moving through a fusion reactor right now?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden asked, Naomi's question about radiation exposure on his mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nope. This is just ore processing. The reactors are all in that chain of islands on the other side of the world. These guys built for flexibility and redundancy.\"\n\n\"You know,\" Holden said, \"one of the geologists told me this planet has been heavily modified. All of that was done just to turn it into a power station?\"\n\n\"Why not? They didn't need it for anything else. Not a particularly good planet, rare metals aside. And be glad they did. You think you can have an underground rail system last two billion years on any planet with tectonic action?\"\n\nHolden was quiet for a moment, riding the Miller-bot through the material refining plant as it throbbed around him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's too much,\" he finally said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That level of control over your environment is too much. I can't get my brain around it. What could kill these guys?\"\n\n\"Something worse.\"\n\nThe Miller-bot ducked under what looked like a conveyor system made of metal mesh wrapped around a pulsing musculature. It was clicking and groaning as part of the mechanism tried to move while the rest of it remained frozen." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with four sentences, emulating the writing style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock moved across the surface of the Rocinante, magnetic boots clicking to the exterior plating, then lifting free again. To his right, the sun—a sun, anyway—shone brighter than a welding torch. To his left, the great, clouded curve of New Terra filled his personal sky, the planet looming in. The upper boundary of the exosphere was invisible if he looked down, the gases too thin for an imperfect human eye to make out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The vast, sweeping curve of it before and behind the ship was hardly more then a grayness against the void." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It felt too close. It was too close. He could already imagine the vicious friction tearing away his suit, the ship, the thin air burning him worse than a belt sander. The angry hot slag that had been one of the defense moons glowed high above, dull red against the pure white stars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His feet grabbed on to the plating, held, released." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How's it looking out there?\" Naomi asked in his ear.\n\n\"As well as could be expected. Kind of wish that planet wasn't quite so up in my face. I keep feeling like it's trying to pick a fight.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I was thinking that too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The point defense cannon was a single thick barrel on a hemispheric swivel joint, the metal smooth as a mirror." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hole at the end was a black dot small enough that Havelock could have blocked it with the tip of his ungloved pinky finger. The little tungsten slugs it spat out would have been small enough to hold in the palm of his hand, and the feed would have spat them out by the hundreds every second. It was a machine of inhuman power and sophistication, built to react faster than a human brain and with enough force to shoot down anything that threatened the ship.\n\nWithout power, he could use it to hide behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lay flat against the decking, just the toes of the mag boots engaged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took the rifle off his back, synced it to the suit's HUD, and a handful of new stars appeared. Red for the militiamen, green for whatever the other things were they were hauling with them. The Rocinante bucked under him, the horizon of the ship shifting as the rail gun fired. A half dozen streaks of blue danced from the defense moons above, marking the path of the rail gun's round with the instantaneous violence of lightning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shifted a few centimeters, correcting for the movement of the ship, reacquired his targets, and opened the general frequency." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gentlemen,\" he said. \"This really isn't something we need to be doing.\"\n\nHe saw them respond. Their bodies stiffening, their heads craning while they tried to look for him. No one came on the channel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He zoomed in on them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their faceplates were darkened against the sun, making them anonymous. But he knew all of them.\n\n\"Honestly, why? What's this for? That ship down there and everyone on her is going to die. We're doing everything we can to put that off, but you guys have done the math, right? You have the same numbers we do. You don't gain anything from this. It's just being mean. You don't need to do that.\"\n\nOne of the dots flinched." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At a guess, the chief engineer was shouting on whatever frequency they were all using now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Drowning him out. Havelock let his sight drift to one of the other dots. The angle made it hard to parse exactly what he was seeing. A gas storage tube of some kind, with complications of wire and circuit board on either end. Some kind of improvised missile, he guessed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They would have been pointless if the PDC he was hiding behind had been working." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wondered whether the engineers knew the Roci's defenses were down, or if they only guessed. Or if the prospect of their own deaths and their hatred of the Belters had taken them far enough that the risk of being killed in order to deny the Barbapiccola a little more life seemed worth it to them. No matter what, it was disappointing.\n\n\"Walters? Is this how you want to go down? Don't listen to them for a second. Seriously, just turn off the radio. We don't have to hurry here. Do you think you're doing the right thing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were visibly closer now than they had been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They weren't accelerating toward him, but they weren't braking either. Havelock's HUD made the calculation. They'd be at the Roci or the Barb or the tether between them in about twenty minutes.\n\n\"You guys need to slow down now,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're still my people, and I don't want to hurt any of you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The radio clicked to life. The chief engineer's voice was thick with anger and contempt. \"Don't try to play that on us, you traitorous bastard. Your little friend's PDCs are powered down. We saw that before we dropped. Do you think we're stupid? We have orders to bring you and the Belter bitch back to the Israel and put you both in the brig.\"\n\n\"Orders?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Straight from Murtry.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Because, Havelock figured, it was precedent. RCE would be able to assert that it had protected its claim down to the last minute. Murtry's legacy would be that he hadn't given up a centimeter. Not on the ground, not in space, not on the abstract legal battlefield. Nowhere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a time not that long ago when Havelock would have thought there was a kind of hard purity in that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now it just seemed weird and kind of pathetic.\n\n\"Okay,\" he said. \"You're right. The PDCs are down, but you haven't thought the rest of this through. I am outside the ship. I'm armored. I have an integrated HUD and a weapon that can reach any of you right now. None of you have any cover. The reason you guys are alive right now is because you're my guys, and I don't want any of you hurt.\"\n\nHe watched them react. It was less than he'd hoped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Roci bucked again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bolt of the rail gun and the attacking streaks of energy from the moons. Havelock reacquired the targets. It took a fraction of a second for the HUD's alert to make sense to him. Four of the targets were moving." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fast. Four of the gas tanks, accelerating hard, a cloud of thin mist flowing out behind them as whatever residual vapor had been trapped in it froze into snow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've got incoming,\" Alex snapped in his ear, and Havelock lifted his gun. One of the missiles was clearly flying off course, a vicious spiral wobble leading it down toward the planet. He took aim at one of the three remaining and blew holes on both sides of the tube. The improvised missile wobbled as whatever steering device the Israel's engineers had put on the back struggled to use the last of the escaping ejection mass to correct the course, but the venting gases were too destabilizing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It drifted up and began to turn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shifted to the two remaining targets. He wasn't going to have time to get them both, but he managed to sink two rounds in the one that was heading straight toward him, trying to knock out the payload.\n\nThe one remaining tube hit the Roci's skin eight meters to Havelock's right, and the world went white. Something pushed him, and something hurt, and the sound of his suit radio was still there, but it was faintly distant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His body seemed very large, like it had expanded to fill the universe or the universe had shrunk down until it fit in his skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hands seemed a very long way away. Someone was shouting his name.\n\n\"I'm here,\" he said, and it felt like hearing a recording of himself. The pain started ramping up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His HUD was flashing red medical warnings, and his left leg was frozen stiff and unbending." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The stars spun around him, New Terra coming up from below him and then spinning up past his head. For a moment, he couldn't find the Rocinante or the Barbapiccola. Maybe they were gone. He caught a passing glimpse of the Israel, though, far off to his right, and so small he could almost have mistaken it for a tightly packed constellation of dim stars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His HUD spooled up a fresh warning, and he felt a needle fire into his right leg." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A cold shudder passed through him but his mind seemed to clear a little.\n\n\"Havelock?\" Alex said.\n\n\"I'm here,\" Havelock said. \"I'm not dead. I think I've been knocked off the ship, though. I seem to be floating.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can you stabilize?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think so. The suit may be malfunctioning. Also I seem to have taken a lot of shrapnel in my left leg and hip. I may be bleeding.\"\n\n\"Do you have containment? Havelock? Are you losing air?\"\n\nIt was a good question, but his gorge was rising. The spinning was making him sick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he puked in the helmet, things would go from bad to worse very, very quickly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He closed his eyes and focused on his breath until he thought he could stand to look again. When he did, he kept his gaze on the unshifting images of the HUD readout.\n\n\"I have containment. I can breathe.\"\n\nHe heard Naomi sigh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It sounded like relief." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was flattered. The red dots of the militiamen spun past in the corner of his eye. He couldn't tell if they were still getting closer or if they'd stopped. Something bright happened in the atmosphere. The rail gun firing again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The planet rose up from below him and disappeared over his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hang on, coyo,\" Basia said. \"I'm coming out.\"\n\n\"Belay that,\" Havelock said. \"The guys from the Israel have more of their improvised missiles. They have guns. Stay inside.\"\n\n\"Too late,\" Basia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Already cycled out the lock. I just need too... Shit, that's bright.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock twisted to the left, finding the Rocinante at last. The explosion hadn't thrown him as far as he'd thought, but he was on the drift now. Every breath took him farther from the metal-and-ceramic bubble of air. He wondered if he stayed out here whether his body would outlast the ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His air supply wouldn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The improvised missile had left a bright scar on the Roci's outer hull, but didn't look like it had made any holes. Tough little ship.\n\n\"Huh,\" Basia said. \"Well, they're shooting at me.\"\n\n\"Get back in the ship,\" Havelock said.\n\n\"I will. In a minute. Now where did you... Ah! There you are.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The grapnel struck his left arm, the gel splashing out and hardening in almost the same moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the first tug, his right leg shrieked in pain. But the vectors were such that his uncontrolled spinning slowed. The red dots of the militia were much closer now. Basia was in real danger of being shot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And there were still eight more improvised missiles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Rocinante jumped. The rail gun path through the high atmosphere glowed. Had it really only been five minutes? He had to have missed a couple of rounds. Or maybe getting blown out into space just changed how he experienced time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or maybe he'd seen them and then forgotten." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't pull me too fast,\" Havelock said. \"You're going to have to put just as much energy into stopping me once I'm there. I could knock you off.\" Or smash against the hull, he didn't say.\n\n\"I've been in low g more than I haven't,\" Basia said, a real amusement in his voice. \"Don't worry yourself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The slow-spinning Rocinante came closer, Havelock's own spin making it seem like the universe and the ship and his own body were all in slightly different realities." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia was a darker blot against gray ceramic and metal. Havelock's HUD cheerfully informed him that his blood pressure had been stabilized. He hadn't realized that it was unstable. The suit's attitude jets were still off-line, but Basia jumped up to meet him before he touched the deck, wrapping arms around his shoulders in a bear hug while Basia's suit slowed them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You need to get inside,\" Havelock said as his left mag boot locked against the hull." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was about to say the same to you,\" Basia said. \"How much shrapnel did you take?\"\n\nHavelock looked at his leg for the first time. The suit was dotted with emergency sealant, the result of a dozen holes at least." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All of it, apparently.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've got fast movers,\" Alex said.\n\nHavelock turned, rifle up, ready to shoot the missiles down before they reached him or die trying. It took a few seconds to find them. The green dots weren't heading for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were tracking down toward the planet. Toward the Barb." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay,\" he said. \"Hold on.\"\n\n\"I think they're still shooting at you,\" Naomi said. He moved forward, his leg not painful now so much as eerily numb. The shifting of the Rocinante was throwing off his aim." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His HUD showed a lock and he pulled the trigger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the missiles exploded. Basia was hunched down, hands and legs against the decking, a stream of obscenity coming from him sounding like a chant. Havelock tried to move his mag boots, but he couldn't get them to respond. The Roci bucked.\n\n\"The crew of the Barb's braced,\" Alex said. \"First impact in—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A new brightness bloomed below them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock felt it, the impact traveling through the tether to the Roci to his boots almost instantaneously. Through the radio, he could hear Alex groan.\n\n\"Okay,\" Naomi said. \"This is a problem.\"\n\nBelow them, the Barbapiccola was starting to tilt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The force of the explosions just enough to give it a little velocity, a tumble so slow, he could almost pretend it wasn't there. Almost. Not quite." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The webwork of the tether was shredded. Two strands still held, but the others were drifting. One was cut in two, the others might have broken free of their foot supports or pulled the supports off the skin of the ship. He wasn't sure. New Terra was so large below, it filled his field of vision." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A wave of vertigo washed over him, and he had the near-hallucinatory sense that the planet was a monster rising up through a vast ocean to swallow them all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alex,\" Naomi said, \"drop the cable.\"\n\n\"No!\" Basia shouted at her.\n\n\"Not responding,\" Alex said. \"The release seems to be damaged.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Roci bucked, and the tether snapped taut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Cease firing!\" Basia shouted. \"Stop firing the rail gun!\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" Alex said. \"It was on automatic. It's shut down now.\"\n\n\"I'm going to the Barb,\" Basia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've got my welding rig. May be something I can do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's not going to work,\" Naomi said. \"Just cut it.\" The Barbapiccola was a good ten degrees off the stable orbit she'd had. Tumbling.\n\n\"I'm not coming back in,\" Basia said. \"And I'm not cutting it. I gotta go look.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You remember they're still shooting at you, right?\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't care,\" Basia said.\n\n\"I'll cover him,\" Havelock said. \"I can do that.\"\n\n\"Can you move?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock consulted his HUD." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His shredded leg was immobilized and under pressure to contain the bleeding. One of his attitude jets had been holed. The air in his suit smelled sharp, like melting plastic. That couldn't be a good sign." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not really, no,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But Basia can get me to cover. The outer airlock hatch on the Roci, maybe. I can stay there and snipe.\"\n\n\"Hurry, then,\" Naomi said. \"They're still getting closer, and eventually they'll get to a range they might hit something.\"\n\nHavelock disengaged his mag boots and turned toward the Belter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right. If we're going to do this, let's go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia clapped a hand on Havelock's arm and started dead hauling him down the ruined side of the ship. The pockmarks and bright spots where the debris of the shuttle had struck were everywhere, now joined by the scar of the improvised missile. A soft white plume curved into the void where something was venting. Time seemed to skip, and he was at the airlock's outer door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was open, waiting for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The red dots showed that his men were still ten minutes away. The Barb was above him now, and the planet above that. Not a beast rising to devour him, but a whole clouded sky falling down to crush him.\n\n\"Are you all right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia said. \"You can do this?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll live,\" Havelock said, and immediately realized how completely inappropriate that had been to say. \"I'm all right. Lightheaded, but my blood pressure's solid.\"\n\n\"Okay, then. I'll be right back. Don't let those sons of bitches screw this up any worse.\"\n\n\"I'll do my best,\" he said, but Basia had already launched himself up along the tether." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock checked his rifle, his HUD." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He still had to adjust for the Roci's spin, but he found the little red dots quickly.\n\n\"All right, guys,\" he said. \"You've made your point. Now let's just dial this back. There's still time. I don't want to hurt anybody.\" The words were surreal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like a poem from some other century." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A litany for deescalating conflict. No one really appreciated how much of security work was just trying to keep things under control for a few more minutes, giving everyone involved in the crisis a little time to think it all through. The threat of violence was just one tool among many, and the point was not making things worse. If there was any way at all, just not making things worse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It occurred to him that Murtry was actually really bad at that part of the job." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His HUD marked a fast-moving object. A bullet or a slow meteor. From the angle, probably a bullet. Another one was moving on a track to pass Basia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was going to miss too, but not for much longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Havelock said, raising his rifle. \"I'm counting to ten, and anyone that's still on approach, I'm going to have to put a hole in you. I'll try to just disable your suits, but I'm not making any promises.\"\n\nThe red dots didn't change their vectors.\n\nIt was strange. He'd come all this way, faced all these dangers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was falling by centimeters into a planet and struggling for a few more minutes or hours of life." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the thing that worried him most was still that he was going to have to shoot somebody." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cart had been designed for use on rough terrain and shipped out to a planet without roads." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't smooth, but it was fast, and the roar of the generator and the whirring of the motors had made a kind of white noise that Elvi's brain tuned out after the first few hours, leaving her in something like silence. And all around them, the ruins of New Terra rose up and then passed away. The storm that had scoured First Landing into scraps and mud hadn't been local. All of the landscapes they passed through were shattered and drowned, but they were still fascinating. Still beautiful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A forest of thin red bodies halfway between trees and gigantic fungi lay on their sides, the cart's wheels leaving tire tracks across their flesh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Flying creatures no larger than her splay-fingered hand fell into line behind the cart for hours, attracted by the noise or the movement of the spray of atmospheric hydrocarbons. She wondered how the frail creatures had survived the planetary disaster. When night fell, three vast columns of luminous dots rose up into the sky like skyscrapers built from fireflies. She didn't know if they were organisms like the mimic lizards or artifacts like her butterflies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A huge animal, as tall and wide across as an elephant but segmented like a caterpillar, lay dead and rotting along the crest of a low hill, structures like two interlocking sets of ribs crossing its massive sides and gnat-small carrion eaters flying around it like a fog." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A silver-and-blue structure rose from a pool of grayish rainwater, collapsed, and rose again. It could have been anything, but she could only see its behaviors as play. Splashing in puddles. It was all she could do to keep from stopping and looking at it all.\n\nA whole biosphere—or two or three—passed by her, teasing and hinting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wished she could have seen it all before the storm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At best now, they would be able to guess at what had come before and see what came after. She took consolation by reminding herself that was always true. All of nature was a record of crisis and destruction and adaptation and flourishing and being knocked back down again. What had happened on New Terra was singular and concrete, but the pattern it was part of seemed to apply everywhere and maybe always." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even the aliens that had made the artifacts, the protomolecule, the rings, had suffered some vast and cosmic collapse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At dawn the three of them shared the last of their food. There was still enough water to last a few days, but they would be hungry ones, and after that, she guessed they'd try to find something on the planet that they could stomach. They would fail and die. Unless Holden really could turn the reactors back on and drop something from the ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A steep-walled canyon blocked their way, the erosion of centuries exposing strata of rock as even and unvarying as the pages of a book." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took the cart's expert system half an hour to find a path down and back up.\n\nWhen she had mentioned how lucky they were that they hadn't hit anything like a mountain range, Fayez had laughed.\n\n\"You'd need tectonic plates first,\" he'd said. \"This planet doesn't have mountains, it has hemlines.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "None of them talked much, the noise of the cart drowning out anything short of shouting, but even if they'd been driving in silence, she didn't have the sense that Amos Burton would have spoken." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He spent the day and a half of travel sitting at the cart's front edge, legs folded, his eyes on his hand terminal or the horizon. She thought there was a growing anxiety in the man's broad face, fear for Holden and for the ships above them and the planet all around, but she could also have been projecting her own feelings on him. He had that kind of face.\n\nIn some places, the tracks of the other cart—Murtry and Wei's cart—had wandered off on a different heading from their own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sometimes the tracks got lost in the soft mud or vanished as they crossed wide, wet expanses of stone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it always returned, the doubled track of their tires leading the way north into with wilderness. The headlights showed a swath of gravel and pale yellow snail-like organisms that were crushed under the cart's wheels. The air was colder, either because they were heading north or because the permanent cloud cover was keeping the energy of the sun up away from the planet's surface. Elvi had dozed as much as the emptiness in her belly permitted, her head on Fayez's lap, then they traded and he dozed in hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her dreams had been of Earth and trying to guide a pizza delivery service through the hallways of her university lab." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She woke knowing that something had changed, but it took her a long moment to realize what. The cart was silent. She sat up, rubbing her eyes.\n\nThe other cart was in the headlights, spattered with mud and scarred along the side where it had scraped against something harder than its alloy siding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos dropped down and walked slowly around it twice, once looking at the cart and once looking out into the darkness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it?\" she asked. \"Is everything okay?\"\n\n\"Their motors burned out,\" Amos said as he hauled himself back up to the cart bed. \"Got mud in the axles and didn't clean it out. Wherever they went from here, it was on foot.\"\n\n\"Are we close to Holden?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh yeah,\" Amos said, holding up his hand terminal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This was the last blip we saw. It was short, but it gave us a pretty good lock on his position. We'll move toward it and hope he pops up again soon.\" The map didn't give her a sense of scale, but there were two indicators on it—one for them and the other for the captain. \"If I'm right, we're getting right toward the end of this. And we're still the ones with the wheels. You two'd better lie down on the deck from here on in.\"\n\n\"Why?\" Fayez asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Case they decide to shoot someone,\" Amos said, restarting the generator." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Over the roar, she didn't think Amos heard Fayez say, \"All right. That makes sense.\" But she did.\n\nIt was still the small hours of the morning—the long stretch between midnight and dawn—when they came to the structure. At first it was only a glittering in the darkness, like a bit of starfield. For a time, she thought it might be a break in the clouds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the closer they came, the more obvious it became that it was something else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the darkness, the details were hard to make out, but it seemed to share the same almost organic architecture with the ruins back in First Landing, but a couple orders of magnitude larger. She had the sense of being at the edge of one of the huge industrial ruins of the European west coast, a place where something world-shatteringly huge had once made its power felt, and now had left its carapace behind. When the first pale flakes of snow filtered down through the headlights, she thought at first they were ashes.\n\n\"Is that where we're going?\" Fayez asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Think so,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We haven't had a solid update on the captain in a couple hours, and that up there's about where the last reading came. Figure once you get inside, the signal don't penetrate.\"\n\n\"Or it ate him,\" Fayez said. \"It could have just eaten him.\"\n\n\"Captain'd be a tough meal to swallow,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cart rolled on, moving toward Holden's last known position." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Huge black spikes rose out of the ground, some of them swiveling to track their passage. The snow thickened, sticking to the ground and the cart. The structure remained clean, though, the white melting away. It's warm, Elvi thought, and couldn't explain why she found the idea so unnerving." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cart passed under an archway ten meters high and into the structure itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The snowfall stopped. All around them, the walls glowed, filling the space with a soft, shadowless light. The air was warmer and smelled of something sharp and acrid, like alcohol fumes, but harsher. The cart shifted one way and then another, hunting for the last, fading traces of Holden's electrical scent before giving up and stopping. Amos flipped it over to manual and took direct control." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pathways moved in swirls and loops for a time, then broadened, opening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The roof of the place was lost in darkness, and long tubes of what could have been conduits or vasculature rose up out of the earth and flowed together, inward, forward, toward whatever the functional heart of the place had been. The cart slowed. Amos took his shotgun from the deck and fired it. The report echoed.\n\n\"What are you shooting at?\" Elvi asked.\n\nAmos shrugged. \"Nothing in particular. Just thought, you know, loud.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain! You out there? Holden!\"\n\n\"Are we sure he's in here?\" Fayez said.\n\n\"Nope,\" Amos said, then went back to shouting. \"Captain!\"\n\nA figure stepped from behind a massive machine, fifty meters in front of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the size and shape of a human, and Elvi felt a moment's disorientation at how utterly out of place it seemed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos took a fresh grip on the shotgun and angled toward it. The figure stood, feet shoulder width apart, hands at its sides, as the cart approached. When they were within ten meters, Amos shut the generator down.\n\n\"Hey there,\" he said, his voice open and friendly and insincere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey yourself,\" Wei answered, lifting her chin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos dropped from the side of the cart, his shotgun in his hand almost as if he'd forgotten it was there. Elvi looked at Fayez, who shrugged. She slid down to the ground, moving forward slowly. She kept her hand against the front tire, the tread warm against her palm, but cooling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What're you up to?\" Amos asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Work,\" Wei said, nodding to the vast structure all around them. \"RCE's got a claim on all of this. I'm just making sure no one infringes on it.\"\n\n\"Meaning the cap'n.\"\n\n\"Meaning anyone,\" Wei said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her voice was harder now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, it's a fucking ugly place if you ask me.\"\n\n\"It is.\"\n\n\"We really going to do this? Because I think it'd be a hell of a lot more fun for me to get Holden and you to get Murtry and we all see if there's not some way for the doc back there to find something with alcohol in it on this mudball.\"\n\n\"Yeah, that does sound like fun,\" Wei said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I'm on duty.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fayez came up from behind Elvi, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyebrows were pulled together in distress.\n\n\"So thing is?\" Amos said. \"Yeah, Holden's in there someplace, and I'm figuring Murtry's in there looking for him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Could be.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So when I get back up there and drive on by—\"\n\n\"You don't want to do that, Amos. My orders are no one goes in. Hop back on and head the other way, you and me have no problems. Try to infringe further on RCE property, and I'm going to have to shoot you.\"\n\nAmos rubbed his scalp with his left hand. The shotgun in his right seemed larger somehow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like the threat of violence gave it significance and the significance gave it weight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi found herself breathing in quick, short gasps and thought for a moment that something had changed about the air itself. But it was only fear.\n\n\"Captain's in there trying to get the reactors back on,\" Amos said.\n\n\"Then he's trespassing and he'll need to leave.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wei's stance softened for a moment, and when she spoke there was something like sorrow in her voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not the thing itself, but like it. \"When it's time to go, there's worse ways than dying at your post.\"\n\nAmos sighed, and Elvi could see his shoulders slump. \"Your call,\" he said, raising the shotgun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The report came from behind them, and Amos pitched forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Down!\" Murtry shouted at their backs, and Elvi hunched as automatically as a reflex. Fayez was pressed against her on one side, the massive tire on the other. The shotgun boomed at the same time as a sharp crack of a pistol sounded. Elvi looked out, and Wei was on the ground, her arms thrown out at her sides." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos was struggling to his knees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His back was to her, and there was blood on the back of his neck, but she couldn't see where it was coming from. Murtry strode past her, firing his pistol, two, three, four times. She could see Amos' armored back quiver with every shot. Murtry wasn't missing. Her own scream sounded high and oddly undignified." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Murtry rounded the cart as Amos turned with a roar, the shotgun fired three times, the concussions beating at the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Murtry stumbled back, but didn't fall. His next shot drew a small fountain of blood from Amos' thigh, and the big man collapsed. Murtry lowered his gun and coughed.\n\n\"Doctor Okoye. Doctor Sarkis,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The armor over his chest was shredded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he hadn't been wearing it, Amos' blast would have blown the man's heart back out through his spine. \"I have to say I'm disappointed by your decision to come here. And your choice of company.\"\n\nAmos was gasping, his breath ragged. Murtry stepped delicately across to him and shoved the shotgun away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The metal hissed against the strange chitinous flooring." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You shot him,\" Fayez said.\n\n\"Of course I did. He was threatening the life of one of my team,\" Murtry said, walking over to Wei. He sighed. \"My only regret is that I was unable to save Sergeant Wei.\"\n\nTears filled Elvi's eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt sobs shaking her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos lifted a hand. The thumb and forefinger were missing, and bright pink bone showed through the blood. She looked away.\n\n\"What are you talking about?\" Fayez said. His voice was shaking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Doctor Sarkis? You have something you'd like to add?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Murtry said, slipping a fresh magazine into his pistol.\n\n\"You set this up. You set all of this up. You put her there to distract Amos and you shot him from behind. This isn't just something that happened and you did the best you could and poor fucking Wei. You did this!\"\n\n\"If Mister Burton here had done as he was asked and left the site—\"\n\n\"He was trying to save us!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fayez shouted. His face was red and he stepped forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hands were in fists at his sides. Murtry looked up, something a little less than polite interest in his eyes. \"He and Holden are trying to save us! You and me and Elvi and everyone. What the hell are you doing?\"\n\n\"I'm protecting the assets, rights, and claims of Royal Charter Energy,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What I'm not doing, and I hope you understand this, is running around in a circle with my dick in my hand whining about how nothing matters because we're all going to die. We all knew when we got on the Edward Israel that we might not make it back. That was a risk you were willing to take because it meant you could do your job. I'm no different.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You got Wei killed!\" Fayez shouted. Elvi put her hand on his shoulder and he shrugged if off. \"She's dead because of you!\"\n\n\"Her turn now, my turn later,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But there are some things I need to get done before that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The security chief checked his gun and looked down at Amos Burton staring raw hatred up at him. Murtry leveled the barrel at the bleeding man's face. Look away, Elvi thought. Don't watch this happen. Look away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fayez hit Murtry in the nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The movement was so fast and awkward and artless that at first Elvi wasn't sure it had really happened. She watched the expression in Fayez's widening eyes as he understood what he'd done, and then when he committed to doing it again. Murtry turned his pistol away from Amos, swinging it toward Fayez, and the geologist ran into him with a shout. Murtry stumbled back but didn't fall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Elvi!\" Fayez shouted. \"Run!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took a step forward. Amos was writhing on the ground, blood pouring from somewhere in his suit. His teeth were bared and crimson. He was grinning.\n\n\"Run!\" Fayez screamed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The great gray walls rose around them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "False stars glittering. She couldn't breathe. She took one tentative step forward. Then another. She felt like she was moving through a gel, forcing every motion. Shock, she thought. I'm in shock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "People die from shock, don't they?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In her memory, Fayez shook his head and said, Oh look, another excuse to go talk to Holden.\n\nHolden. She had to find Holden. She took another step, then another. And then she was sprinting, her legs and arms pumping, small animal grunts forcing their way out of her throat." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia reached out to touch the tether, and it vibrated under his gloved fingers like a living thing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alex,\" Naomi didn't quite yell over the general comm channel, \"I'm sending you a burn program. We have to keep that cable taut until Basia cuts it or the Barb is going to rip us both apart.\"\n\n\"I'm not cutting it,\" Basia repeated, but no one replied. He checked to see if his microphone was on.\n\n\"One,\" Havelock said, ending his countdown." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Out of time guys.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If the security man's threats had any effect, Basia couldn't tell. His HUD was still displaying the red lines of incoming gunfire. He ignored them.\n\nAbove him, the Rocinante began shifting and firing its remaining maneuvering thrusters in response to the slow rotation of the Barbapiccola, desperately trying to keep slack out of the cable. Two massive ships, each rotating in different axes, the cable could go from slack to thousands of tons of tension fast enough to tear the mounts out of the ships, and a chunk of the ship's structure along with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Basia,\" Naomi said, her voice gentle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't give you much time. And you know this ends the same way no matter what.\"\n\n\"I'm checking the connection to the Barb,\" he said instead of answering her.\n\nThe mount was a mess of twisted metal and frayed cable. Pieces of the hull had been torn free by dislodged footings, and the ones that were still connected stretched and flexed with each gyration of the ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia tried to calculate how much tension must be on the rigging and cable and failed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it snapped free, it would probably cut him in half. If he did cut it, he'd need Alex to put slack on it first.\n\n\"I'm not cutting it,\" he said again, more to himself than anyone else. Cutting it meant letting the Barb drift away, down into the upper atmosphere to rip apart and burn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To let Felcia burn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex had promised not to let that happen.\n\nA pair of red lines drew themselves across his HUD and the words DANGER CLOSE flashed there briefly. He wasn't up on all his military jargon, but he could guess what that phrase meant. He pulled himself around the cable footing and took cover." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Out in the blackness between the Israel and the Barb, twelve men in suits floated toward him on puffs of gas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They still had a few of their improvised missiles.\n\n\"Guys,\" Havelock said, real sadness in his voice.\n\n\"Havelock,\" Naomi yelled, \"if you let those assholes shoot Basia you don't get to come back on my ship.\"\n\n\"Roger that,\" Havelock said sorrowfully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the twelve attackers spun sideways as a puff of white mist shot out of his EVA pack." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man continued to rotate wildly as he flew at high speed away from the others.\n\n\"One of you should go get him,\" Havelock said. \"His EVA pack is toast.\"\n\nAlmost before he finished saying it, two of the remaining attackers jetted toward the disabled man, bringing their grapnel guns to bear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Havelock, you asshole,\" Koenen said on the open frequency where everyone could hear him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm going to enjoy stomping a mudhole in you.\" He and his team opened fire on Havelock's position in the airlock, driving him back into cover.\n\nNow that everyone wasn't looking at him, Basia took a moment to look over the mangled footing. \"Naomi, I'm having the suit send you pictures of the damage.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Basia, I—\" she started." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Help me fix this,\" he said, cutting her off. \"If the Barb has more cable, I can reattach it here while Alex keeps us from totally losing our remaining connection.\"\n\n\"Basia,\" Naomi said, her voice gentle and sad. \"This can't be fixed. The Barbapiccola is going down. Nothing is gained by her taking us with her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do not accept that!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia shouted back at her, loud enough that his own suit's speakers distorted. \"There has to be a way!\"\n\nHis suit flashed a warning at him, and he pulled back into cover just in time to avoid a fusillade of shots that bounced off the hull, leaving shiny streaks in the dull metal. One of the remaining nine attackers threw his arms up like he was surrendering, then went motionless, spinning slowly toward the Barbapiccola." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Williams is flatlined,\" the chief engineer said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You just killed an RCE employee. You'll burn for that, Havelock.\"\n\n\"You know what, chief? Fuck you,\" Havelock replied, his tone low, but real anger in his voice for the first time. \"You are the one who escalated this. I didn't ask for any of it. Pull out. Marwick, get your men out of here! Don't let him force this anymore!\"\n\nAnother voice, older, sadder, replied on the radio." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Those aren't my men, Mister Havelock. You know as well as I do that I have no authority over the expeditionary team.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's right, motherfucker,\" the chief said. \"We're acting on orders from Chief of Security Murtry.\"\n\nWhile Havelock, Marwick, and the chief engineer argued, Basia tuned them out. They'd either agree or they wouldn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock would kill more of them or he wouldn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The captain would assert authority or he wouldn't. None of that changed Basia's real problem. His daughter was on board a ship that was slowly spinning out of control and losing altitude. At some point, it would hit enough atmosphere to get noticeable drag, which would slow it and let it fall deeper into the killing air, and shortly after that, it would burn up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Rocinante couldn't save it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Helplessness and grief washed over him, but he willed himself not to weep. He wouldn't be able to see with the water sheeting across his eyes. There had to be another way.\n\n\"Basia,\" Naomi said on a private channel to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could tell she'd switched him to a private channel because the argument between Havelock and the RCE people stopped suddenly mid-word." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Basia, I'm getting your daughter out.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I'm on the line with the captain of the Barbapiccola. I've explained the situation. He's... well, he's not happy. But he understands. Alex promised you that if the ships went down, Felcia would be on the Rocinante when it happened. We're keeping that promise.\"\n\n\"How?\" Basia asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The way the ships were tumbling, he couldn't imagine how dangerous a docking attempt would be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ship-to-ship docking tubes were flexible, but not that flexible.\n\n\"They're bringing her to the airlock now. They'll put her in a suit and send her out to you. You'll need to get her back to this ship and then... you need to cut the cable.\"\n\nSomething about the docking tube stuck in his mind. The Rocinante couldn't dock with the Barbapiccola to pull the doomed crew off, but a space suit was, at heart, just a bubble of air to keep its wearer alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The docking tube,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is there a way to seal it on both ends? We could put it on the Barb, seal it around some people, then move them across to the Roci.\"\n\n\"We'd have to cut it free from the airlock housing,\" Naomi said. A spray of bullets hit the cable footing as she spoke, like visual punctuation for her words. Another of the engineers spun away, his EVA pack holed in two places." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi continued talking but Basia wasn't listening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What about emergency airlocks,\" he said. \"The plastic blister kind, you know? They're made to hold atmosphere and supply oxygen.\"\n\n\"You have to attach them to something,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"What if,\" Basia answered, \"we attach them to each other? Seal to seal?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi was silent for a long moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she spoke again, her words were slow, measured. Like she was thinking them through as she spoke. \"A life-support bubble.\" Basia could tell she'd switched them back to the general channel because Havelock's argument came thundering back. \"Gentlemen, we have an idea. We'll pull the crew off the Barbapiccola on escape pods made of two emergency airlocks sealed together. The Roci only carries one, but if the Barb has one—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You kidding me?\" a new voice said. Basia recognized it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The captain of the Belter ship. \"I think somebody turned ours into parts for a still back before we shot the pinche ring.\"\n\n\"We have plenty of them,\" Havelock said. \"The Israel came out here with too much of everything. I'd bet we have twenty in storage.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's ten bubbles,\" Basia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's plenty to hold the whole crew for a short trip.\"\n\n\"Captain Marwick,\" Koenen said, \"you cannot give these people vital RCE supplies.\"\n\n\"Marwick,\" Havelock said. \"Do not let over a hundred innocent people die over this bullshit. Do not do that.\"\n\n\"Ah fuck. What are they going to do? Cancel my contract?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marwick replied, followed by a long sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Israel is moving in to transfer the escape bubbles. I'll have the materials team start sealing them right now.\"\n\n\"Captain,\" the chief engineer growled, \"we are acting out here on Security Chief Murtry's direct orders to disable the squatters' ship. You will not render them aid.\"\n\n\"You,\" Havelock said, \"are such an asshole. Have you gone completely insane?\"\n\n\"I will shoot down any attempt to—\" the chief started, then stopped suddenly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cable next to Basia snapped taut, almost tearing the few remaining attachments out of the Barb's skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Below, a rail gun shot streaked across Ilus, the fire from the defense moons stabbing at it as it fell. One of the red enemy dots on Basia's HUD disappeared.\n\n\"Sorry,\" Alex said, his accent as slow and heavy as Basia had ever heard it. \"That was me. But that guy was pissin' me off and I had the shot. Am I in trouble?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a long moment of silence, and then Captain Marwick said, \"Israel's on her way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took them nearly three hours to fabricate and then transfer the makeshift escape bubbles from the Israel. Basia kept track of the time by counting oxygen recharges for his suit. He flatly refused to return to the Rocinante until his daughter was off the dying Belter freighter. Alex had put some slack on the tether with carefully calculated bursts of thrust, and Basia had cut the line." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No reason to keep the ships connected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One by one the Israel's expeditionary engineering team turned amateur militia contacted Havelock and apologized for how dramatically out of control the situation had gotten. Most of them blamed the chief engineer. Whether or not he was entirely responsible for the escalations that had occurred, Basia felt certain that history wouldn't remember him kindly. One of the engineers admitted to being the person who'd fired the missile at the Barbapiccola and offered to help Basia fix the damage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia had offered to kill him if he tried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They agreed to disagree on it.\n\nEven after the reconfigured emergency airlocks had been delivered, it had taken the crew of the Barbapiccola and the colonists still on board two more hours to charge the air tanks and get everyone sealed inside. By that point, the computers on the Rocinante were saying the freighter should already be scraping upper atmosphere. The clock had run out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But now Basia floated above the massive cargo bay doors of the Barbapiccola, waiting for them to open and set his daughter free." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It began as a line of white light cutting through the side of the massive freighter. Then, slowly, as the doors slid farther and farther apart, the ship's enormous cargo hold came into view. Against the backdrop of thousands of tons of raw lithium ore floated ten faintly translucent bubbles. Someone toggled a remote to open the cargo bay's airlock, and the air of the Barbapiccola rushed out, gently pushing the bubbles out the cargo bay door ahead of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bubbles floated up away from the planet, the vacuum around them making them puff all the way up, little plump pockets of air for a dozen or more people to hide in, surrounded by the frozen mist of what had once been their ship's atmosphere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ilus' star peeked around the limb of the planet, backlighting the bubbles and turning the floating people inside into black silhouettes, amazingly sharp against the blurry plastic walls. Like cardboard cutouts with a floodlight behind them.\n\nBasia had a sudden memory of bathing Jacek in the kitchen sink when he was a baby, and his little boy farting in the water, a burst of small bubbles drifting up and then popping at the surface. The thought made him laugh until his stomach hurt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He recognized this was more about the relief that his daughter might live than it was about the flatulence of a small boy, but he laughed anyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You okay out there?\" Naomi asked.\n\n\"You ever bathed a kid in a sink?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" she said, \"I have.\"\n\n\"They ever have gas?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't—\" she started, then got it and laughed along with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ten tow lines looped down from the open airlock of the Israel, and one by one Basia caught them and attached them to the bubbles. Felcia's bubble was last. As he pulled the strip at the end of the tether to activate the adhesive, he saw her look out of the airlock door's tiny transparent window. The sun had moved behind the planet, so Basia's visor had lost its opacity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He activated the light inside the helmet so she'd be able to see him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her face lit up, and the word Papa was so obvious on her lips that he would have sworn he could hear it.\n\n\"Hi, baby,\" he said, and put his gloved hand against the window. She put hers on the other side, small clever fingers against his big clumsy ones.\n\nShe smiled and pointed past him, mouthing the word \"wow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned to look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Israel had started reeling the bubbles in one by one. A dozen humans being pulled through the vacuum of space inside an envelope of air barely larger than they were. When Felcia's line started to reel in, Basia kept his hand against it until it pulled gently, gently away from him. His little girl going up to safety." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Temporary, sure, but all safety was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In that moment, Basia felt something like a hammer blow to his chest. Everyone in those little pockets of air was a Felcia to someone. Every life saved there filled someone somewhere else with relief and joy. Every life snuffed out before its time was another Katoa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone, somewhere, having their heart torn out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Basia could feel the detonator in his hands, the horrible click transferring to his palm as the button depressed. He could feel that terrible shock wave again as the landing pad vanished in fire. He could feel the horror replaced by fear as some unlucky combination of events put the shuttle too close to the blast and knocked it from the sky.\n\nHe could feel all of it so clearly it was as if it were happening right then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But more than that, he felt sorrow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone had just tried to do the same thing to his baby girl. Had tried to kill her, not because he hated her, but because she was standing in the path of his political statement. Everyone who died on that shuttle had been a Felcia to someone. And with the click of a button he'd killed them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hadn't meant to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been trying to save them. That was the little lie he'd kept close to his heart for months now. But the truth was much worse. Some secret part of him had wanted the shuttle to die." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had reveled in watching it fall from the sky in flames." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Had wanted to punish the people who were trying to take his world away.\n\nExcept that was a lie too.\n\nThe real truth, the truth beneath it all, was he'd wanted to spread his pain around. To punish the universe for being a place where his little boy had been killed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To punish other people for being alive when his Katoa wasn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That part of him had watched the shuttle burn and thought, Now you know how it feels. Now you know how I feel.\n\nBut the people he'd hurt had just saved his daughter because they were the kind of people who couldn't let even their enemies die helpless.\n\nThe first sob took him by surprise, nearly bending him double with its power." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he was blind, his eyes filled with water, his throat closed like someone was choking him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gasped for air and every gasp turned into another loud sob.\n\n\"Basia!\" Naomi said in alarm. He'd just been cackling manically, and now he was sobbing. He must sound insane to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Basia, come back in!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to answer her, to reassure her, but when he spoke the only words he could say were, \"I killed them.\"\n\n\"No,\" she said. \"You saved them. You saved all of them.\"\n\n\"I killed them,\" he said again, and he meant the governor and Coop and Cate and the RCE security team, but most of all Katoa. He'd killed his little boy over and over again every time he'd let someone else die to punish them for his son's death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I killed them,\" he said again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This time you saved them,\" Naomi repeated, as though she could read his mind. \"These ones, you saved.\"\n\nHavelock was waiting for him in the airlock. Basia knew the RCE man must have heard the breakdown he'd had." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Havelock looked at him, he felt nothing but shame." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But while Havelock's face was tight with pain, there was no mockery in it when he gripped Basia's arm and said, \"You did good out there.\"\n\nBasia nodded back at him, not trusting himself to speak.\n\n\"Look,\" Havelock said, and pointed out the airlock door.\n\nBasia turned around and saw the Barbapiccola leaving long thin streamers in its wake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was entering Ilus' atmosphere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The front of the ship began to glow.\n\nHavelock closed the hatch, but while the airlock cycled and they removed their gear, they watched the freighter's death on the wall monitor. Alex kept the Roci's scopes trained on it the entire time. It drifted for a while, the streamers in the upper atmosphere eventually turning into white smoke with a black heart as the hull burned." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi sat in the darkness, her hand terminal in her lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was trembling, and the fear and the anger and the sorrow were like she'd walked back into the worst of the storm. She couldn't feel that now. She didn't have time. She needed to think." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The screen didn't have maps, of course." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There wasn't a survey of any of this to draw from, and even if there was, she didn't have a connection to the Israel, if the Israel was still in orbit and hadn't fallen into the atmosphere and burned and killed everyone to death and—\n\nShe couldn't feel that now. She needed to think. The structure, ruins, whatever they were had to be at least seven or eight square kilometers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd entered the ruins near Holden's last live signal, but there was still a lot of territory to cover." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The locator on the hand terminal screen showed only the local nodes. The other two were Fayez and Murtry, and they were grayed out. No line of sight, which was good because it meant that wherever Murtry was, he couldn't see her, and bad because she didn't know where he was. It was a low-level diagnostic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The kind that built ad hoc routing networks on the fly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd set it to ask for a renewed route anytime it made a connection and alert her when it did. It wasn't much, but it would give her a little warning when Murtry was close. When he had line of sight. When he could shoot her the way he had Amos and probably Fayez and they were dead now and she couldn't feel that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to think." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How to find Holden. She had to find him. Warn him. Keep Murtry from stopping him. She took a deep breath and looked up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Line of sight was a hard thing to manage on the ground, but the space above her was vast and open." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she could find a vantage point, the hand terminal would point Murtry out to her. And if she couldn't find her friend, at least she could locate her enemy. Basic problem solving. If you don't have the data you need, play with the data you have, see if something comes out of it. She'd made it through three semesters of combinatorics that way. All right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her body was still shaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still weak. Her mind felt fuzzy. Adrenaline and hunger and Fayez was probably dead and she couldn't feel that. She stuffed the hand terminal in her pocket and looked around for a way up. Nothing here was built for a human form." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There weren't any ladders or walkways, no catwalks with convenient handrails." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like a vast body. Or a vast body that had turned halfway into a machine. She ran quietly, making as little noise as she could with every footfall. An upwelling of conduits rose from the floor to her right, and she clambered up them, wedging her feet and fists into the narrow spaces between the tubes and hauling up and up and up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were so many other people who would have done better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fayez was stronger than she was. Sudyam used to climb mountains back on Earth. Elvi didn't particularly enjoy climbing trees, much less strange alien webworks. She went up, not looking back, not looking down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The structure was vast, and the soft glow that permeated everything made the space seem strange." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dreamlike. She perched in the crevice where two conduits or arteries met, wedging her leg into the gap. She pulled out her hand terminal. Twice on her way up, the ad hoc network alert had sounded and she hadn't noticed. Twice, Murtry had been in line of sight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The thought made her throat feel tight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked at the reply times. Two thousandths of a second? That couldn't be right. Radio waves moved at light speed, but they were in air, so that made it... what?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Three times ten to the eighth? Something like that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Close enough as to make no difference. That'd put him something like half a million meters away. There had to be some kind of processing lag in the terminals that was swamping...\n\nA new entry popped into the log, and her heart lept to her throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Connection refused. She blinked at it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why would Murtry's terminal accept connections when she was climbing up and reject them when she'd paused? That didn't make sense. Another line. Connection refused. Something like hope bloomed in her. It wasn't Murtry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was someone else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone who wasn't in the charmed circle of RCE trusted networks.\n\nIt was Holden.\n\nShe craned her neck, as if by just looking she could find him. The structure was too big." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She thought of calling out, but there was no reason to think he'd hear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And even if he did, Murtry would be closer.\n\nMurtry. There was a thought. She opened the hand terminal's routing interface again. It had been years since she'd played with network protocols." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most of what she did was about signaling proteins in cells and protein regulation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her leg was starting to tingle where her weight pressed it into the tube. There was a way to get a copy of Murtry's logs too. She just had to remember how to set up distributed logging.\n\nSomething in the structure clanged, the echoes reverberating through the space like a scream in a cathedral." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wondered if Murtry looked up whether he would see the light of her screen, up here in her crow's nest. She waited. Waited." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The alert sounded. Murtry connected. She closed her eyes. Okay, she thought. Go away now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just go away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The alert dropped, and she pulled up the logs, and Murtry's records were there now too, and one—one—line of them was a refused connection. It was like being in maths again. Posit a frightened exobiologist four meters off the ground and a violent, predatory security man in a direct line from her at points a, b, and c. At point d, the predator had a refused connection with a lag time just under two-tenths of a second because the goddam fucking processing lag was swamping the signal time and making the whole thing...\n\nOnly it would be the same lag, wouldn't it?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "So if she could pull out the difference..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The world fell away. Her fingers tapped the screen, shifting to the calculation displays, pulling numbers from the logs, setting up the diagrams. The fear and sorrow and raw, animal terror were all still there, but they were just messages and she could ignore them. Her leg started to hurt and then go numb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shifted a few centimeters until it hurt again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden had been a hundred and ten meters from her. He'd been a hundred and fifty meters from Murtry. She could estimate where Murtry had been based on the contacts he'd made with her. It was like basic trigonometry where a wrong answer meant death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden was—approximately, roughly, assuming she hadn't biffed the equations and that the hand terminal's processing lags were identical—in the complex junctions at the center right of the structure where the conduits joined together into something like a massive black wing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi turned off her hand terminal and started back down. When she reached a surface she could walk on, her leg screamed. Pins and needles. She ignored it and started limping as quickly as she could toward the landmark she'd found. She didn't care about Murtry now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had something to focus on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was less like making her way through an industrial complex than tramping through a vast forest without a machete. She squeezed through the cracks between dark structures as much growth as machine, ducked and climbed and once got down on her belly and crawled. She was sure she was making progress, sure that she would get there and find out at least whether her figures had been right, when she stepped out across a flat ledge and almost fell into a chasm.\n\nA rumbling came from below, maybe a hundred meters deep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A tiny band of lights shifted down there, swirling one way and then the other and then moving on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It cut through the floor of the structure to both sides, all the way to the distant walls. A network of conduits branched above it, and wide, tendonlike connections bridged it far below. She started off along the rim, stepping over white, lumpy growths that seemed to sprout up out of the depths. It only took a few minutes to find a structure that crossed it, but it wasn't a bridge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was mostly flat, though the edges sloped down into the void; its surface was a wire mesh over what looked like an endless length of tongue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was nothing like guardrails, and when she stepped out onto it, the tongue reacted to her, twitching and undulating like it was trying to drag her along. She put her arms out for balance and trotted across the gap. Two meters, four meters, five, and she was on the other side. She leaned against the wall, her head between her hands until the dizziness faded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The vast winglike structure was almost directly above her now, only close up she could see that it was more complex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thousands of interweaving growths with deep, interlocking spirals and a shifting movement whose source she couldn't identify.\n\nShe slipped down the far side of the ledge and into something more like a passageway than she'd seen since she fled into the dark. The passage shifted left and then right. She followed it, picking her way by guesswork and hope." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ratio of floor to wall to ceiling unnerved her for reasons she couldn't quite say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tiny flickers of blue light like fireflies glowed and went dark all around her. She followed a broad turn and it opened into a chamber.\n\nShe screamed.\n\nHolden was there not three meters away, a huge, insectile thing looming above him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cruel claws reached out and spikes like daggers caught the dim and eerie light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She pressed her knuckles to her mouth, unable to look away from Holden's last moments.\n\nThe artifact shifted toward her, paused, and lifted a claw like it was waving. Holden followed the gesture.\n\n\"Elvi?\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you doing here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was... We were...\" She sank down to her knees, relief running through her like water. She took a deep breath and tried again. \"Murtry took one of the carts when you disappeared. He followed the signal from your hand terminal. He knows you're trying to shut down all the artifacts.\" A stab of panic took her and she glanced at the clawed thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's all right, kid,\" the robot-thing said in a tinny Belter accent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It ain't news to me.\"\n\n\"Amos and Fayez and I got another cart going, and we came after them. To warn you.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Holden said. \"You did great. We're going to be fine now. How did you find us?\"\n\nElvi held up her hand terminal, took a breath, let it out. \"It was complicated.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fair enough. What about Amos? Where's he?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Murtry shot him. I think he's dead.\"\n\nHolden's face went pale and then flushed. He shook his head, and when he spoke, his voice was low and careful. \"Amos isn't dead.\"\n\n\"How do you know?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If Amos goes down, it's because literally everyone else there has already died. We're still alive, so Amos is too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't pay too much attention to him,\" the robot monster said. \"He gets a little romantic about these things. If you say the bald guy's dead, I believe you.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Elvi said by reflex.\n\n\"I am sorry about it, though. I liked him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I did too,\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And Fayez. I heard gunshots when I was running. I think Fayez—\"\n\n\"How about Murtry?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"He's coming. He's behind me. I don't know how far. But he's coming to find you. To stop you.\"\n\n\"Why the fuck would he stop me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden asked, biting the words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He wants RCE to have the artifacts still working.\"\n\n\"That man's kind of an asshole,\" the alien said. \"We've got a pretty full plate, though. We're close.\"\n\n\"Close to what?\" Elvi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That would be the question,\" the alien answered, but Holden's gaze was fixed over her shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His jaw was tight and angry.\n\n\"All right,\" he said. \"We've got two things we need to do.\"\n\n\"We do?\" the alien said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It occurred to Elvi that they were talking to an alien." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She thought that was remarkable, and she was a little confused that Holden hadn't remarked on it.\n\n\"Someone has to find this whatever-it-is and shut off the planetary defenses, and someone has to shoot Murtry.\"\n\n\"Not to disagree with you,\" the alien said, shifting its weight on six articulated legs. \"One of those seems a little more important to me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Me too,\" Holden said, \"but I don't think it's the same one. Elvi, I'm going to need you to go save everyone, okay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Um,\" she said. \"All right?\"\n\n\"Good. This is Detective Miller. He died when Eros hit Venus and now he's a puppet of the protomolecule.\"\n\n\"Semi-autonomous,\" the alien said.\n\n\"Pleased to meet you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Likewise.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay,\" Holden said. \"I'm going to go take care of this.\"\n\nTo Elvi's surprise and unease, Holden walked away, following the passage she'd taken. The alien thing cleared its throat apologetically, only she was fairly sure it didn't have a throat. So the sound was just a kind of conversational inflection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sorry about that,\" the alien—Miller—said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He gets an idea in his head sometimes and there's no talking to him.\"\n\n\"It's all right,\" Elvi said. \"So... um.\"\n\n\"Right, saving everyone in the world. Follow me, kid. I'll get you up to speed.\"\n\n\"So it's a distributed consciousness,\" she said, following Miller through a low archway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt lightheaded, and not just from hunger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fayez was dead. Amos was dead. She was going to die. She was on an alien world. She was talking to a dead man wearing an alien robot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The part of her that could feel things was done, shut off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her heart was a numbness behind her ribs, and when—if—it came back, she couldn't guess who or what she would be.\n\n\"Except it's not exactly conscious,\" Miller said. \"There's nodes in it that are, but they don't run the joint. I'm not actually one of them. I'm a construct based on the dead guy, only I'm based really closely on him, and he was kind of a bulldog about this kind of thing. At least by the end he was.\"\n\n\"So are you conscious?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The alien robot—the skin the Miller construct was using—shrugged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was strange how well the gesture translated. \"Don't know. Seems like I'm acing my Turing test, though.\"\n\nElvi thought about it and nodded. \"Fair enough.\"\n\n\"So I sort of... well, triangulated where the dead spot was in space. If you see what I mean.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sure, yes. Triangulation. I totally understand that,\" Elvi said. \"So. Four now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Four?\"\n\n\"Our biosphere, the local organisms, the things that made the gates, and the things that killed them. Four.\"\n\nMiller stopped at a seam in the wall and placed his claws on it, ready to push. \"In through here? It used to be one of the major control centers for the planet. Like a... like a nerve cluster or something. As near as I can figure it, the dead spot's in here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pushed. The wall retracted, not sliding back so much as changing conformation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beyond it, a wide, tall space opened. Hundreds of niches rose, level after level, one above the other, with mechanisms like Miller in each of them. Dots of bright blue light like fireflies swirled spiral patterns in the air, riding currents of air that Elvi couldn't feel. And in the center, floating a meter above the floor, was..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked away, putting her hand on Miller's side to steady herself, then forced her gaze back up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was hard to look at directly. The margins of the space were bright without illuminating anything or casting shadows, sharp and terrible. It reminded her of the way schizophrenics and people suffering migraines would describe light as assaulting and dangerous. And within that boundary, darkness swirled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was more than an absence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could sense a structure within it, layers interpenetrating, like shadows casting shadows. It throbbed with an inhuman power, tidal and deep and painful. Look at this too long, Elvi thought, and I will lose my mind in it. She took a step toward it, feeling the structures in the blackness respond to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt as if she could see the spaces between molecules in the air, like atoms themselves had become a thin fog, and for the first time she could see the true shape of reality looming up just beyond her reach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once, there had been a civilization here beyond anything Elvi had ever imagined. Beings that could design tools like the protomolecule, like the rings. They had peopled a thousand worlds, and more, spread through time and through space, and they were gone now. And this—she had no doubt at all—this was the footprint of the thing that had killed them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So,\" Miller said, moving his claws in a wide, spreading gesture, \"you need to look for anything, you know, odd. Something that doesn't seem like it fits.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned to him, confused, and pointed at the uncanny thing in the center of the room. \"You mean like that?\"\n\nMiller shifted, alien eyes moving their lenses in the complexity of the mechanism. \"Like what?\"\n\n\"That. In the middle of the room. That.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\nfour sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Murtry pulled himself through a gap in the machinery and walked across the ledge to the narrow bridge, Holden was waiting for him on the other side. His hand was draped casually on the butt of his gun. The RCE security chief gave Holden a vague nod, then carefully examined his surroundings. He looked down into the hundred-meter chasm, and tapped the narrow tonguelike bridge with the tip of one boot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He spun once slowly, peering carefully into the crevices created by the cramped machines." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he was through, he looked at Holden again and gave him a flat, meaningless smile. Holden noticed his hand wasn't far from his own weapon.\n\n\"You came by yourself,\" Murtry said. \"The better plan is to put one person in the open with a second hidden behind the target.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That the one you use?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden asked. He tried to match Murtry's casual nonchalance and felt like he mostly succeeded.\n\n\"It works,\" Murtry replied with a nod. \"So how does this go down?\"\n\n\"I've been wondering that myself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well,\" Murtry said with an almost imperceptible shrug, \"I need to get over there and stop whatever you people are cooking up. Doctor Okoye seems to think you are going to break the defense network down.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Holden replied. \"Pretty much am. Call it saving people.\"\n\nMurtry nodded but didn't speak for a moment. Holden waited for him to reach for his gun. The distance between them, the width of the chasm, was just over five meters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An easy shot at the range." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Harder when you were rushing because the other guy was shooting back. The lighting was good and Murtry wasn't wearing a helmet. Risk the head shot? The RCE man's armor looked pretty chewed up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The blast patterns on it made Holden suspect that was the work of Amos' autoshotgun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The chest shot was easier, but it was possible the damage to the armor was mostly cosmetic, in which case his sidearm wasn't going to do much.\n\nMurtry winked at him, and Holden suddenly felt like the man was reading his mind as he calculated the best way to kill him. \"I can't let that happen,\" Murtry said. His shrug was almost apologetic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"By charter, this all belongs to RCE. You don't get to break it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden shook his head in disbelief. \"You really are crazy. If I don't break it, our ships fall out of the sky and we all die.\"\n\n\"Maybe. Maybe we die. Maybe we find some other way to stay alive. Either way, the RCE claim remains in force.\" Murtry waved one hand, not his gun hand, around the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All this is worth trillions intact. We've made incredible advances in materials science just by looking at the rings. How much will working technology do for us? This is what we came here for, Captain. You don't get to decide what we do with it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Trillions,\" Holden said, unable to keep the disbelief out of his voice. \"I've never seen a dead person spend money.\"\n\n\"Sure you have. They call it a foundation or a bequest. Happens all the time.\"\n\n\"This is all so you can make a bequest?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Murtry's smile widened a millimeter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" he said. \"I came to conquer a new world. This is how you do that. I understand what I'm doing seems cruel and inflexible to you, but it's what this situation requires. The tools you're using here are the ones that let you get along once civilization takes over. They're the wrong shape for this work. I have no illusions about what it will take to carve out a place in this new frontier. It will take sacrifices, and it will take blood, and things we wouldn't do back where everything's regulated and controlled will have to happen here. You think we can do it with committee meetings and press releases.\"\n\n\"I wonder if this will sound like a compelling argument to the people dying in orbit right now.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry for them. I truly am. But they knew the risks when they got on board. And their deaths will have meaning,\" Murtry said.\n\n\"Meaning?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They are the sign that we didn't give up a centimeter. What we came for, we held to the last gasp. This isn't something humanity can do halfway, Captain. It never has been. Even Cortez burned his ships.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden's laugh was half disbelief and half contempt. \"What is it with you guys and worshiping mass murderers?\"\n\nMurtry frowned. A swirl of bright blue lights rose and fell between them like dust blowing down a desert street.\n\n\"How do you mean?\" Murtry asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A guy I once knew tried to justify his life choices to me by comparing himself to Genghis Khan.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I take it you didn't find his argument compelling?\" Murtry asked with a smirk.\n\n\"No,\" Holden said. \"And then a friend of mine shot him in the face.\"\n\n\"An ironic rebuttal to an argument about necessary violence.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought so too, at the time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Murtry reached up and scratched his head with his left hand, his short greasy hair shifting into a configuration vaguely resembling Miller's carapace. A sculpture of curves and spikes. He looked at his fingertips in disgust and wiped them on his armor. Holden waited. Somewhere far behind them, a strange chittering sound rose like cicadas on a summer afternoon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So,\" Murtry finally said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm going to need to come over there.\" He gestured at Holden's side of the chasm with his chin. His right hand still hovered over his gun.\n\n\"Nope,\" Holden replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Murtry nodded, as if expecting this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You going to arrest me, Sheriff?\"\n\n\"Actually, I was kind of thinking I'd shoot you.\"\n\n\"In the face, no doubt.\"\n\n\"If that's what I can hit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Seems like a radical shift,\" Murtry said, \"for a man who wants to tame the frontier with mediation and committee meetings.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, no, this isn't about that. Elvi says you killed Amos. I wouldn't kill a single person for your fucking frontier, but for my crew? Yeah, I'll kill you for that.\"\n\n\"They say revenge is empty.\"\n\n\"This is my first try at it,\" Holden said. \"Forgive me if my opinions on it are fairly unformed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Will it change things if your boy isn't dead? He was still shooting when I left him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wave of relief that hit Holden at this almost doubled him over. If Murtry had pulled his pistol and shot at that moment the fight would have been over. But he managed to keep his face blank and his knees from buckling.\n\n\"Is he hurt?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh my, yes. Pretty badly. He killed one of mine before he went down. For a guy who wants to solve problems without violence, you travel in dangerous company.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Holden said, unable to keep the smile off his face. \"But he's a great mechanic. What about the other one? Fayez?\"\n\n\"Down, not dead. I didn't get to finish him before your boy started blazing away. Neither one was walking, so I just left.\"\n\nThe matter-of-fact discussion of why Murtry hadn't just killed Fayez chilled Holden's blood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So here's a deal,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I let you cross to this side and you can go check on your man Amos. Save the egghead from bleeding out, too. You have my word I won't interfere.\"\n\n\"But,\" Holden replied, \"you head over to my side and stop Elvi from doing what I need her to do.\"\n\n\"Seems a fair trade.\"\n\nHolden stopped just resting his hand on the butt of his pistol and wrapped it around the grip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned his body, getting his feet in position." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Murtry gave him just the hint of a frown.\n\n\"No,\" Holden said, and waited for the shooting to start.\n\n\"So,\" Murtry said, not moving at all. \"You know what people always forget about the new world?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden didn't answer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Civilization has a built-in lag time. Just like light delay. We fly out here to this new place, and because we're civilized, we think civilization comes with us. It doesn't. We build it. And while we're building it, a whole lot of people die. You think the American west came with railroads and post offices and jails? Those things were built, and at the cost of thousands of lives. They were built on the corpses of everyone who was there before the Spanish came. You don't get one without the other. And it's people like me that do it. People like you come later. All of this?\" Murtry waved his left hand at himself and Holden. \"This is because you showed up too early. Come back after I've built a post office and we'll talk.\"\n\n\"You done?\" Holden asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So this is our day, I take it,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No way but this way? Even if I didn't kill your man?\"\n\n\"Maybe you killed Amos and Fayez and maybe you didn't. Maybe you're right about the frontier and I'm just a naïve idiot. Maybe every single person you killed on this world had it coming and you were always in the right.\"\n\n\"But you have people in orbit and saving them is all that counts?\"\n\n\"I was going to say, 'But you're a flaming asshole,'\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But the other works too. You don't cross this bridge.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well then,\" Murtry said. He shifted his stance and his eyes narrowed. The chittering grew louder. Below them, the protomolecule fireflies swirled and shuddered. \"Well then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden smiled at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mimicking Alex's drawl he said, \"Come on, Black Bart, you always knew it would end this way.\"\n\nMurtry laughed. \"You're a funny—\"\n\nHolden shot him.\n\nMurtry staggered, clutching at his chest and fumbling for his gun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden put his second shot into the man's right arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried for the elbow and only managed to get the bicep. Just as good. Murtry dropped the gun onto the bridge in front of him. When the RCE man went to one knee to try and pick it up with his left hand, Holden shot him in the leg. Murtry pitched forward onto the bridge, sending the gun tumbling away into the abyss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Murtry slid to the side, going over the edge, but managed to throw his left arm onto the metal mesh and stop his fall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The whole thing had taken about three seconds.\n\nAs the last echoing report of the gunshot faded, Holden walked out onto the bridge. The uncanny musculature pressed at the soles of his feet. Murtry clung to the mesh with his one good hand, his face tight with pain, but still managing a mocking grin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You got the balls to finish this, boy?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he said. \"Or are you going to let gravity do it?\"\n\n\"Oh, no,\" Holden said, then knelt down to grab Murtry's left wrist and haul him toward the ledge. \"I'm not killing you. At least not until I'm sure about Amos.\"\n\nHolden stepped off the bridge onto Murtry's side of the chasm and pulled the RCE man until his torso was up over the edge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Murtry scrabbled the rest of the way up with his one good arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then what?\" he gasped out, lying on his back next to the pit and trying to catch his breath. A small pool of blood was forming under his right arm and left leg.\n\n\"I take you back,\" Holden said, sitting down next to Murtry and patting him companionably on the head. \"And I burn you down in public, with news coverage of the entire thing. Then we throw you in a hole so deep everyone forgets you ever existed. No fame and glory for you, Cortez. Montezuma wasn't impressed by your fire stick this time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Everything I did was within the bounds of the UN charter,\" Murtry said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I acted responsibly to protect the employees and investments of Royal Charter Energy.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Holden said, then pulled out his medkit and sprayed bandages onto Murtry's two bleeding injuries. \"So you've got your defense strategy mapped out. That's proactive thinking. Lawyers'll be happy to hear it. Wanna hear mine?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" Murtry said, and probed at the wound on his arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He grimaced, but no blood squirted out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The most powerful person on earth owes me a favor, and I'm going to tell her you're an asshole who tried his best to make her look bad. It's just a sketch of a plan at this point, but I think it has potential.\"\n\n\"That's what passes for justice with you?\"\n\n\"Apparently so.\"\n\nMurtry opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was lost when the factory exploded into chaos." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A wall of blue fireflies shot up from the chasm next to them, and then streaked across the cavernous factory space to disappear into small vents in the walls." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All around, the cacophony of massive machines coming to life filled the air. Something flew out of the shadows by the ceiling and swooped low over Holden's head. He threw himself across Murtry, not unaware of the irony in using his own body to shield a man he'd just shot three times.\n\n\"What is it?\" Murtry said.\n\n\"Elvi,\" Holden replied. \"It's Elvi.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Miller said, sounding satisfied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've got a plan, but I'm going to need your help. I need to get as close to that whatever-the-hell-it-is as I can. You can see it, I can't. So this one's on you.\"\n\n\"All right,\" she said. \"What... what are you going to do?\"\n\nThe robot shrugged. \"Every time we... I... well, you get it. Every time anything reaches into this, it dies. This thing takes down networks like the one I am. I'm going to get connected to as much of the crap on this planet as I can and escort it all into, y'know. That. Take it down. Break the system.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Won't that shut you down too?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think so. That's the thing about using complicated tools. Sometimes the features you're looking for come with a whole lot of baggage.\"\n\n\"I don't understand,\" Elvi said.\n\n\"It built me to find something that's missing,\" Miller said. \"Turns out I'm also a good tool for dying when that's the right solve. Seriously, I've got practice with this. So come over here and get me as close as you can to the whatever-it-is. I don't want to touch it, though. I slip in before I'm hooked up to everything else, and I'm pretty sure you're just boned.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right,\" Elvi said, shifting until she could see the robot and the darkness both." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Turn about thirty degrees to your left.\"\n\nThe robot shifted with the speed and sharpness of a startled insect.\n\n\"The boundary's about half a meter in front of you. Why do you need to be close to it?\"\n\n\"Well, the thing I'm part of? It may not be conscious, but it's not stupid. When I do this, pretty much all the tools its got are going to know what I know, and they may not take a forced shutdown well. Whatever else this thing was designed to do, it likes still existing until it finishes its job. It's a survivor. I'm pretty much the opposite of that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She thought she heard a smile in the thing's voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where had that come from? The patterns and habits in a dead man's brain? Or was that fatalism another good move in design space? Did the universe evolve eyes and wings and sense organs and bitter amusement at the prospect of death all the same way?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" Miller said. The robot shifted, hunkered down, prepared to spring forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're going in three. Two. One.\"\n\nThe impact was like being in the heavy shuttle again as it crashed. Elvi's world contracted to a small space inside her own skull, and then slowly bloomed out again in pain. She struggled to sit up, trying to see straight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Trying to think. Had Miller exploded? Was she dead?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cacophony of shrieking metal and violence made it hard to get her bearings.\n\nShe was against the wall. All around her, mechanisms were crawling down from their niches. Many of them were failing—legs scraping at the walls without the strength to pull themselves forward or landing on the ground only to crawl in a panicked, spasmodic circle like insects dying from poison." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air was thick with the mindless chittering of their joints." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three massive machines had pinned the Miller-robot and were pounding it while Miller's voice shouted shitshitshitshit. One of the attackers caught Miller's claw and pulled, ripping the appendage off in a shower of sparks and bright fluids. He wasn't going to make it. There was no way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A small winged machine with a bright blue margin on the knifelike edge where a beak would be swooped down from above, passed through the darkness, and fell clattering and rolling to the ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi ran to it, picked it up. It was light enough to carry, as long as her forearm, and sharp at the front. With a howl, she charged the machines that were piling on Miller. The impact stung her fingers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something struck her across the back, and the world narrowed again, but she lashed out with what strength she still had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the huge machines turned from Miller toward her, its claws splaying out three meters to either side. She jumped back, fell, scuttled. The pulsing, malefic blackness of the dead spot was on her left, and she crawled around it, trying to keep it between her and the massive attacker.\n\nThe robot skittered toward her, its claws swinging like scythes until it reached the margin of the blackness and crumpled down dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inertia rolled its corpse across the floor, legs and claws flopping and limp." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The chittering in the room paused. The attention of the artifacts turned toward her. She put her foot on the fallen monster, lifted her fists, and howled. Miller twisted, driving his remaining claw up and through the body of one of the two machines that were still at his side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The chittering began again, even more overwhelming than before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound itself felt like an attack, battering at her ears, robbing her of her balance.\n\nShe was in the center of an invisible waterfall, a thunderstorm, a tempest. Adrenaline more than conscious will lifted her up over the body of her fallen enemy, and she skirted around the dead spot. Another machine fell from a higher niche, smashing itself on the ground before her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stepped over it as it writhed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The last remaining fully functional attacker swung at Miller, the blades of its claws plunging deep into Miller's carapace. As Elvi came close, it tried to turn toward her. The claw still inside Miller bound with a deep creaking sound. Miller's remaining claw fastened on the other robot's wrist, holding the attacker's claw close, pulling it in, deeper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A viscous fluid poured out of Miller, filling the air with the stink of petroleum and acid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elvi scooped a length of fallen robot's leg and slammed it into Miller's assailant, striking sparks. The blows had no effect other than to confuse the thing. She could no more have injured it than she could will herself to fly up into the air and lift the falling ships by force of will. But the moment's hesitation was enough." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller pulled himself under the remaining attacker, on his back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Four of the six articulated legs started digging at the robot's undercarriage. Belly. She didn't have a good model for this. The unencumbered claw smashed down, knocking shards of metal from Miller's side, but with Miller mostly underneath the attacker, it couldn't get an angle that would let it deliver a killing blow.\n\nA thin-limbed, spindly robot skittered through the opened wall, sprinting toward the battle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi grabbed it as it passed and knocked it into the dead spot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bits of plating began to peel off the attacking thing's belly, and Miller burrowed up into it. The filthy and stinking ichor started pouring out in a flood. It was an ugly death, slow and violent and unpoetic. When the attacker had stopped moving, Elvi came close." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dead robot was on top of Miller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pool of thin liquid all around stung her eyes with its fumes.\n\n\"Well, that could have gone better,\" Miller said.\n\n\"Did it work? Are you connected?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Miller said. \"Not sure how much good that's going to do. There's another wave of these things coming, and I'm not seeing how I get from here to there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi put her shoulder under the dead robot, pushing as hard as she could." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tendons in her neck ached. She imagined she could hear them creaking. She put everything she had into the effort. There was nothing to hold back for." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No later that mattered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Keeping anything in reserve was a waste of resources because there was no future left. She screamed with the sheer physical effort.\n\nThe robot didn't even shift.\n\nShe fell to her knees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a groan, Miller put his claw out, resting it gently on her arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he spoke, his voice sounded distant, muffled. Words from a grave.\n\n\"Okay, this is going to be tricky,\" he said. \"I'm going to need one more favor from you, kid. And we don't have much time before they get here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" she said. \"Whatever.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, stand back a little. I'm popping the seals on this thing.\"\n\nShe slid backward, the slime on the floor flowing up to the ankles of her pants. There was a hiss like steam escaping from a holed line, a deep, meaty click, and Miller came apart, the plating and scales of his body collapsing. The thing on top of him rolled away and lay dead on its side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Elvi stood over Miller's corpse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It looked like nothing so much as a huge insect smashed under a giant's heel. The chittering all around her rose to a shriek.\n\n\"What do I do?\" Elvi shouted. \"What am I supposed to do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller's voice came from deep inside the mess." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's a unit in here. It's about a meter long, bright blue, and there's a row of seven... no, eight dots along the side. I need you to dig it out.\"\n\nElvi stepped forward. The plating was all knifepoints and sharp edges. She felt the sting where it cut her palms, and the burning where the robotic fluids flowed into the wounds.\n\n\"I don't mean to be that guy,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you also need to hurry.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Trying,\" she said.\n\n\"Just saying there are more bad guys and they're getting a little closer than I like.\"\n\n\"All right. I have it,\" Elvi said. \"It's right here.\"\n\n\"Good. Nice work. Now I need you to pick that up and walk it into the dead spot.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The blue thing was the shape of a huge elongated almond." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The surface was slick and soft. She put her hands around it, strained, grunted, and slid forward, panting. \"You have got to be kidding me,\" she said.\n\n\"It may be a little heavy,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's like ninety kilos.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And I'm really sorry about that, but we need to get it into that dead spot now. Try sliding your arms under it and lifting with your back and legs. Just like it was a baby.\"\n\n\"Baby made from fucking tungsten,\" Elvi muttered.\n\n\"You're exaggerating,\" he said as she shoved her hands under the thing.\n\n\"I can't throw this,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have to walk it in.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right.\"\n\n\"Is that thing going to kill me if I go into it?\"\n\nA new sound rose behind the chittering. A deep booming sound like a massive drum." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't want to think of what might be making it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I say yes, does that mean you won't do it?\"\n\nElvi braced herself, straining her back. The blue thing shifted up into her lap. She bent her head, trying to catch her breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" she said, surprised at the answer even as she spoke it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll still do it.\"\n\n\"Maybe, then. I don't know.\"\n\nElvi rocked back, keeping the thing—Miller—on her thighs and still getting her feet under her. She felt it start to slide to her left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If she dropped it now, she didn't think she'd be able to get it up again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The booming came closer. Elvi pushed with her legs. Her knees ached. Her back was a single, vast sheet of burning. She pressed the blue thing to her chest, crying out from the pain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're doing great, kid. You're doing great. You can do this. Just a little more. But do it now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't step forward. Just slid one foot a little ahead, shifted her weight, pulled the other foot in. The floor was slick as ice. Not quite frictionless, but close." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The booming came again, near enough that she felt the room vibrate with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She set her gaze on the blackness of the dead spot and moved forward. Another step. Another. Another. She was close now. Her back was on fire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her arms were numb." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her fists something that belonged to someone else, and only happened to be connected to her.\n\nA swarm of silver and blue gushed in the doorway, flowing in at her like a cloud of flies. Elvi pushed, slipped, fell forward—\n\nThe closest analogy, the one her brain reached for and rejected and reached for again, was splashing into a lake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was cold, but not cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a smell, rich and loamy. The smell of growth and decay. She was aware of her body, the skin, the sinew, the curl of her gut. She was aware of the nerves that were firing in her brain as she became aware of the nerves firing in her brain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She unmade herself and watched herself being unmade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the bacteria on her skin and in her blood, the virii in her tissues. The woman who had been Elvi Okoye became a landscape. A world. She fell farther in.\n\nCells became molecules—countless and complex and varied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The demarcation of one thing and another failed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was only a community of molecules, shifting in a vast dance. And then the atoms that made the molecules gave up their space, and she was a breath. A mist. A tiny play of fields and interactions in a vacuum as perfect as space. She was a vibration in nothingness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She rolled onto her side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something hurt. Everything hurt, and the pain was interesting. A subject of curiosity more than distress. She was breathing. She could feel the air moving through her throat and into the complex network of soft caverns behind her ribs. It was a strange and beautiful sensation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stayed with it until she began to realize that time existed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That moments were passing. That meant basal ganglia and cerebellum and cerebral cortex were all actually starting to work. She felt distantly surprised about that. She opened her eyes to nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was holding something pressed to her like it was precious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The blue thing. Miller. Only it wasn't blue anymore. It was the closed-eyes blackness of everything else. She let it go and sat up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The world was silent. No booming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No chittering. Her breath. The hush of her blood. After a few moments, she drew her hand terminal out of her pocket and turned up the screen brightness, using it like a lamp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All around her, the artifacts of New Terra lay dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Knife-sharp legs were still. Vast, inhuman claws that could have been carved from stone. A spray of silver flecks on the ground showed where the cloud of tiny mechanisms had fallen, a million tiny bodies turned off at once. The light was too dim for colors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything was only gray." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sat up and turned reluctantly to the side. It was there. Black and bright at the margins. She felt a stab of almost supernatural fear. She'd thought—hoped—it would be gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever it was, she had passed through it, been ripped apart by it, and still been simple enough to reassemble herself on the other side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had saved her, and she had never seen anything in her life that filled her with a deeper dread than that complex darkness.\n\nShe moved back, her legs aching. She stood. She was aware that she was weeping without knowing why exactly she was doing it. Hunger and fear and relief and exultation and mortal fear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was too much. That was fine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The voice that came to her was human and distant. Was Holden.\n\n\"Elvi? Elvi! Are you there?\"\n\n\"I'm here,\" she shouted.\n\n\"Did we win?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took one long breath. Then another." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" she called. \"We won.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blue. That was what he forgot every time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew it intellectually, sure. Sky-blue sky, after all, but spend a few years on a station or a ship and it was one of those details that slipped away. He didn't even know he'd forgotten it until he had a moment like this. He leaned on his cane and lifted a hand to shade his eyes and looked up past the green-gray clouds to the wider blue sky." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's pretty, isn't it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "the woman asked. Lucia, her name was. First Landing's physician, Basia's wife, Felcia and Jacek's mother. \"Makes you want to stay.\"\n\n\"No,\" he said. \"Makes me want to be home already.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you lived here...\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not a chance,\" he replied, and chuckled.\n\nThe Rocinante sat on the muddy ground behind him, more or less where the landing pad had been back when there had been a landing pad. All of that was gone now. The scientific huts, the buildings of First Landing, even most of the mining operation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything had been scraped flat and clean." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only the erosion ditches showed where the flood had been now that the waters had gone.\n\nThe Roci's cargo bays were open. Men and women were hauling formed plastic boxes of supplies and equipment out and stacking them on the soft ground. He saw Naomi in a lift suit directing them, calling out information, coordinating the responses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex and Basia stood on a thin scaffold they'd erected against the side of the ship with the other one—Amos Burton, he thought the name was—surveying the damage and planning out what repairs they could manage in humanity's most primitive and ill-equipped dry dock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The big bald man's right hand was locked in a medical casing, and his frustration with it showed in the way he moved his arms and held his shoulders.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" Lucia asked.\n\n\"If you'd like,\" Havelock said. \"Sure.\"\n\nThey walked together to the first pile of crates." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock took out his hand terminal, and Lucia took out one of the ones they'd dropped before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was hers now. They started marking off boxes from the lading bills, recording carefully what help was being delivered and being accepted.\n\nHe was supposed to have died three weeks before. His body should have been a stream of ionized atoms and complex molecules floating somewhere in Ilus' upper atmosphere." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Israel should have been dead before him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been in the medical bay when it happened, doped by the autodoc and having half a liter of artificial blood shoved into his veins. He could still remember the feeling of the restraints holding him to the medical couch, the soft ticking of the expert system's tool arm, the cold feeling of fluid coming into his body. His lips and tongue had felt cold and tingled, but Alex assured him that was normal. Basia had come in, eaten, and gone out again to clean up the last remnants of the tether that were still clinging to the Rocinante's belly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd said something about how it seemed kind of a pointless exercise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's that kind of guy, I guess,\" Alex said. \"Doesn't like to leave things half done.\"\n\n\"Belter.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Alex agreed. \"They're all kind of like that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex's hand terminal chimed, and the pilot frowned at it. \"Cap? That you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The voice that came from the speaker was recognizable James Holden, but he sounded rougher. Like he'd been shouting a lot. \"Alex! Turn on the reactor.\"\n\n\"Not sure I can do that, Cap,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We killed the defense grid. I think we killed everything. See if you can get the reactor on.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex's expression went very still, very sober. The gallows humor was gone, the brave mask that had covered the fear of death vanished. Havelock understood, because he felt the same rush of hope and also of fear that the hope would be disappointed. Without a word, Alex pulled himself to one of the medical bay's computers and shifted it to engine controls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock squeezed his fists until they ached and fought not to interrupt Alex by asking if it was working." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is it working?\"\n\n\"I think... it is,\" Alex said, then turned to the hand terminal. \"I'm getting power, Cap. The diagnostics are throwing some errors, but I'm pretty sure that's just 'cause we got shook up a little. I'll put Naomi and Basia on it, and I'll bet we can get up to functional. It'd help a lot if we had Amos, though.\"\n\n\"Amos is a little shook up too,\" Holden said, and Havelock could hear the grin in his voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He all right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's gonna need to grow some new fingers.\"\n\nAlex shrugged. \"We can do that. Um. Give me a couple days, I might be able to bring the Roci down to the surface. Get him into the med bay.\"\n\n\"Don't hurry,\" Holden said. \"Take your time, make sure everything's working. We can't take another crisis.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's always going to be another crisis, Cap. That's just how it goes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's just put it off until we've recovered from the last one, all right? Can you get in touch with Barbapiccola and the Israel? I don't want anyone dying because they don't know to turn the engines back on. And we may need to use the Israel's shuttle, if we can talk them out of it.\"\n\n\"We may need to do a little debrief at some point here,\" Alex said. \"Things have been kind of dynamic. But let me go make sure everybody's reactors are ticking over first, all right?\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Holden said. \"And if you could drop us some food?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Soon as I get the galley powered up,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right. Good. And Naomi... she's...?\"\n\n\"Everybody's all right,\" Alex said. \"We're all going to be fine.\"\n\nBy the time Havelock and Doctor Merton had finished the inventory, a team of builders were already fitting batteries into fabrication units and measuring out the places where walls would be going up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Real human shelters. A new First Landing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The self-selected construction crew was a mix. Some were squatters who'd come on the dead refugee ship. Some were people Havelock had shipped out with. The divide between them still existed in his mind, but didn't seem to be playing out on the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The death of the heavy shuttle and the burning of the terrorist cell seemed like things that had happened in some other epoch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He supposed it was something about the storm, the blindness, the death-slugs, and the constant awareness of mortality just outside the door, clearing its throat. It wasn't a model of community building that he'd recommend trying to scale up, but it had worked here. Temporarily. For now.\n\nA dark-skinned woman with long black hair detached from the group." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked familiar, but it still took Havelock a few seconds to place her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The time downstairs had taken all the padding out of her cheeks.\n\n\"Doctor van Altricht.\"\n\n\"Call me Sudyam,\" she said. \"Everyone else does.\"\n\n\"Sudyam, then,\" he said, holding out his hand terminal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've got some paperwork for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Excellent,\" she said, taking it. Her gaze flickered over the contract addendum too quickly for her to really be taking it all in. At the bottom, she signed her name with a fingernail and pressed the pads of her index and middle fingers to the screen. The hand terminal chimed, and she handed it back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Congratulations,\" Havelock said. \"You are now the official field lead for the RCE research team.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And a worse job, I can't imagine,\" she said, smiling. \"Now that I'm official, can you tell me when we're getting replacement equipment?\"\n\n\"There's an unmanned supply pod under heavy burn to Medina,\" Havelock said. \"Assuming the OPA doesn't impound it or call it salvage, it should be here in six, maybe seven months.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And the chance of the OPA stopping it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wouldn't make it better than three in ten,\" Havelock said. \"But honestly, don't sniff that number. You don't know where it's been.\"\n\nThe biochemist shook her head in mild disgust. \"Well, it'll have to do,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For almost a week after the power came back on, the Rocinante and the Israel had been in a very delicate political state." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Belters on the Israel had been taken in as a gesture when it was pretty certain that the thing was symbolic because they were all going to be dead anyway. Now that they weren't going to die, the question of status—were the Belters refugees, prisoners, or paying passengers?—became a much more contentious issue. Marwick had to decide whether they were going to be on his ship for the full eighteen months back to Medina, or if he was going to try to place them all downstairs. It didn't help matters that with all the shuttles slagged, the only ways down to the surface were on board the Rocinante or a really long, unpleasant jump." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the end, the break was almost even." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "About half of the crew of the Barb elected to stay with the colonists and scientists on the ground. About half of the RCE staff still in orbit, having come this far and being profoundly uninterested in just looking at the promised land from the mountaintop, elected to stay on the planet. Of the science teams that had been on the ground from the start—Vaughn, Chappel, Okoye, Cordoba, Hutton, Li, Sarkis, and a dozen others—only Cordoba elected to come back up the well and go home, and that apparently had more to do with grief over a failed romantic relationship than the fact the entire planet had been doing its best to kill them. It wasn't something Havelock understood, but it didn't need to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ship repairs were under way when night fell, the scaffolding and the hull of the ship flickering brightly and then going dark as the welding torches did their work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sunset was a massive canvas of gold and orange, green and rose, gray and indigo and blue. It reminded him of beaches on the North American west coast, except there were no vendors clogging the place and no advertising drones muttering about the joys of commerce. It was beautiful, in its way. He wouldn't have been surprised to see a bonfire burning, and a bunch of the colonists sitting around it playing guitars and getting high, except that there was nothing left in the aftermath of the flooding that would burn and if there was anything on the planet that would give you a safe buzz, they'd grown it on the Israel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hauled himself up into the Rocinante and limped back to the bunk Naomi had assigned him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the first time he'd been in the Roci when it had an up and down, and because the ship didn't land along the thrust vector, he walked along walls for the most part. The shredded muscles in his thigh and calf were regrowing slowly, and his knee might need another round of repairs to swap out the cartilage. Considering everything else that had happened, it was a great set of problems to have.\n\nIn his bunk, he checked his personal messages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The message he'd been dreading was there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Williams' family was filing criminal and civil charges against him for wrongful death. His union representative was already counterfiling and RCE was being strangely cooperative. By the time the Israel returned to her home port, he hoped everything would be cleared up. He wished there was a way to send a message to Williams' people and apologize." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Explain that he'd tried to just disable the suit, and that he was very, very sorry that it had happened the way it did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His union rep had made him promise not to, though. There would be a chance for that when the issue was settled.\n\nThere was also a message from Captain Marwick with the subject header of I BELIEVE I OWE YOU A DRINK and a pass-through to one of the major newsfeeds. Havelock followed it.\n\nThe screen filled with the banner insets of the feed, but the central image was weird to look at." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he watched, the Barbapiccola, tumbling slowly on its tether, bloomed and a puff of perfectly round plastic bubbles came out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like watching a flower releasing seeds to the wind. A man's voice, gentle, deep, and reassuring, came under the image, speaking Belter-accented English.\n\n\"New footage today from the stunning rescue operations on New Terra. What you're seeing now are images captured by the Royal Charter Energy ship Edward Israel of the mass evacuation of the disabled freighter Barbapiccola. For those of you new to this story, all three ships were reduced to working under battery power at the time this occurred, and while the Barbapiccola was lost to an uncontrolled atmospheric entry, all hands and passengers were transferred to the Israel for medical evaluation and aid under the supervision of acting security director Dimitri Havelock.\"\n\nThe image shifted to an image of him from his official report back to RCE." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hair stood away from his head, making him look like he was trying to be a Belter, and his voice sounded weirdly high and whiny." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The transfer was completed in under three hours. I would specifically like to commend Captain Toulouse Marwick for his prompt and professional aid, without which we could not have managed this without considerable loss of life.\"\n\nThe feed ended, and Havelock laughed. He requested a connection to Marwick, and the red-haired man appeared almost immediately.\n\n\"So I guess they aren't firing us,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They'd be giving us a ticker-tape parade when we got home if anyone still used ticker tape,\" Marwick said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This right now is when we should all be asking for raises.\"\n\n\"Hazard pay,\" Havelock said, propping his head up with his arm.\n\n\"Heroes of the hour, we are,\" Marwick said. \"Not that they really have much clue back there what it was really like. One of those things you can explain as clearly and concretely as you want, and they still don't get it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's fine,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They don't need to. I'm going to have a request list from the research and survey team. Do you think there's anything else we can give them?\"\n\n\"Depends,\" Marwick said. \"The Rocinante convoying back to the Ring with us?\"\n\n\"I think so,\" Havelock said. \"I can confirm that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we've got them for backup, I can strip the place down a little bit more. Not a great deal, but we could break down one of the backup generators and drop it to them. And biomass for the galleys.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Actually, I think we're okay on that. Doctor Okoye was talking about a way to convert the local flora into something that could be turned into something that they could eat. It had something to do with right-handed molecules, whatever those are.\"\n\n\"Well, good on her, then,\" Marwick said. \"Almost makes you want to stay a while, doesn't it? See how it all plays out?\"\n\n\"Oh shit no,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, you should see this place. It's tiny, it's filthy, and everything about it is slapped together with hot glue and prayer. Also, there are slugs that instantly kill you. If these people survive for a year, I'll be surprised.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really?\"\n\n\"You know that in a month or two or eight or whatever, something's got to happen. The hydroponics will fail out, or there'll be another thing like that eye-eating goop only they won't happen to have a treatment for it ready to hand, or one of the attack moons will drop out of the sky. Shit, the fucking death-slugs could grow wings. How do we know they can't do that? We do know there are power plants in the ocean big enough to damn near blow the planet off course. Holden says they're all dead now, but he could be wrong. Or turning everything off might mean there's some kind of reactor core sinking down into the planet. We don't know anything.\"\n\nMarwick looked nonplussed, but he nodded. \"I suppose that's true.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, what I want is Ceres Station or Earth or Mars. You know what they have in New York? All-night diners with greasy food and crap coffee. I want to live on a world with all-night diners. And racetracks. And instant-delivery Thai food made from something I haven't already eaten seven times in the last month.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You make it sound like paradise indeed,\" Marwick said. \"Still, I can't help feeling uncomfortable at the idea of leaving all these poor people if they're really going to die from staying.\"\n\n\"Maybe they won't,\" Havelock said. \"Wouldn't be the first time recently I was wrong about something. And... well, they've got some things in the plus column too. I think they've got more scientists and engineers per capita than anyplace else in the universe. And we're giving them all the supplies we can manage.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Still, seems thin.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock sat up a degree, his crash couch shifting and hissing on its gimbal. \"They also have each other. For now, anyway. You have to figure when we started this, everyone was ready to slit everyone else's throat, and they're down here now putting up tents together. If nothing new comes along to kill them, there will be native-born New Terran babies as soon as biology permits. And I wouldn't bet that the parents will all have come here on the same ship.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Marwick said. \"It's good to recall that wherever people start, whatever they bring with them, humanity can still pull together in heavy weather.\"\n\nHavelock shrugged. Koenen's voice was still fresh in his memory, and Williams drifting flatlined and dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi Nagata in her cell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Belter engineer whose locker people had been pissing in. The shuttle he'd rigged as a weapon. Jesus, he felt bad enough about Williams. He could barely imagine what it would have been like if he'd deployed the weaponized shuttle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sometimes we do, sometimes we don't. These people could just as easily have gone down with their teeth in each other's throats. That happens too. It's just the folks that go that way aren't around to write the history books.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Amen,\" Marwick said, chuckling. \"Amen indeed.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Rocinante had really taken a beating.\n\nThe ship had a variety of puncture wounds in the outer hull all along her port side. Holden could see the bright spots where Basia and Naomi had replaced damaged thruster ports, but they hadn't had the time or materials to patch all the holes. It was a testament to Alex's skill as a pilot that he'd been able to bring them down at all without burning up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least one PDC housing was riddled with damage, and the weapon inside was probably unsafe to use." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And there was a long scar across the top of the ship where, according to Naomi, an improvised missile had hit.\n\nHolden cheerfully noted each future repair on his itemized bill for Avasarala.\n\nThe Rocinante sat on a wide stretch of nothing half a kilometer from where First Landing had once stood. The frames of new construction were starting to appear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "People, building on the ruins of what had come before, just like they always did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So many things had been lost, but it was the missing people that hurt the most.\n\nJust like they always did.\n\nHolden noted a spot of minor damage on the drive cone, then came around the stern of the ship to find a pair of Belters throwing up a temporary shelter a dozen yards away. A man in his early thirties was running cable while an older woman hammered spikes into the muddy ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A second woman stood by with a long pole to flick away any slugs that might get too close." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can't put that there,\" Holden said, walking toward them and making a shooing gesture. \"Ask Administrator Chiwewe where to put your tent.\"\n\n\"This spot hasn't been claimed by anyone,\" the man said. \"We have just as much right—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, yes. I'm not telling you where you can and can't build. But in a few hours this ship is going to lift off, and it will flatten your little tent.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh,\" the man said, sheepish. \"Right. We'll just wait for you to go.\"\n\n\"Thank you. You folks have a good afternoon.\" Holden gave them a wave and a smile and headed off toward New First Landing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These people were still the same ones who had been willing to fight RCE to the death to hang on to their claim." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They weren't going to put up with being bossed around by outsiders. But the catastrophe had at least taught them to respect high-speed winds.\n\nWhen he returned to the rectangle of six partially built structures that would eventually become New First Landing's town square, Carol was in a heated discussion with someone in an RCE engineering uniform and Naomi. Amos stood nearby, staring at nothing, a faint smile on his broad face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The medical apparatus on his leg and hand made him look like a cyborg." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bandage on his neck made him look like a pirate. Amos wore serious injury better than anyone else Holden knew. Fayez, by comparison, was still walking with a limp. Or maybe he was just making excuses to keep his arm around Elvi Okoye's shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Basia, Lucia, and Jacek were clumped up a respectful distance away from the argument, gripping each other like their lives depended on unbroken contact." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't care what it says in the book,\" Carol was saying. \"I want all six of these structures on one generator. We only have two. I need the other for the rest of the town.\"\n\n\"These are your highest-use buildings,\" the engineer replied. \"The loads will be at the limit of—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They build a little slack in there,\" Naomi said over the top of him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And that's what the administrator wants, so give it to her.\"\n\nThe engineer rolled his eyes and shrugged. \"Yes, ma'am.\"\n\n\"Everyone getting along?\" Holden asked as he approached.\n\n\"Land of milk and honey, Cap'n,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Peaceful as a sleeping kitten.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How's she looking?\" Naomi asked, stepping away from the group as their argument relaunched behind her.\n\n\"Pretty beat up.\"\n\n\"We did our best.\"\n\n\"You guys were amazing,\" Holden said, taking her hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But next time don't let the bad guys capture you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey,\" Naomi said with mock outrage, \"I rescued myself.\"\n\n\"Been meaning to ask about that. How exactly did you persuade your jailer to come over to our side?\"\n\nNaomi moved a step closer and grinned down at him. \"It was prison. People do all sorts of things they wouldn't normally do in extreme circumstances like that. You sure you want to know?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't care even a little,\" Holden said, then pulled her into a hug." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She almost collapsed against him.\n\n\"God, don't let go,\" she whispered in his ear. \"My knees are killing me. Another hour of walking around in this gravity and I'm going to need ligament replacements.\"\n\n\"Then let's get the hell out of here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden leaned around Naomi enough to catch Amos' eye, then jerked his head toward the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mechanic nodded and smiled and began hobbling around the square loading up the last of their gear.\n\n\"Is our prisoner on board?\"\n\n\"Amos locked him in medical a couple hours ago,\" Naomi said, then let her entire skeleton relax with a long groan.\n\n\"Can you walk back to the ship?\" Holden asked her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yep. Say your goodbyes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden let her go, watching her stagger off on unsteady legs for a few moments before he turned back to shake hands with Carol Chiwewe. She and the RCE man had moved their argument to sewage systems and water treatment. After a brief goodbye and good luck to them both, he walked over to Basia and his family.\n\n\"Doctor,\" he said to Lucia, shaking her hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Could not have survived this without you. None of us could.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Next he shook Jacek's hand. Finally, he shook Basia's. \"Basia. Thanks for your help with the ship. And thank you for trying to help Naomi. You're a brave man. Farewell and fair weather.\" The roiling storm clouds and gentle drizzle of rain made a joke of it, and he grinned at them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" Basia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I thought you had to take me to—\"\n\nHolden was already walking away, but he stopped and said, \"Work hard. Next time I come to this planet, I want to be able to get a decent cup of coffee.\"\n\n\"We will,\" Lucia replied. Holden could hear her tears in her voice, but the rain hid them on her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wouldn't miss the planet, but he would miss the people. Just like always." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the Rocinante, liftoff pressed Holden into his crash couch like the ship was welcoming him back with a hug. As soon as they hit low orbit, he floated out of his chair and down the crew ladder to the galley. Thirty-five seconds later, the coffee pot was gurgling to itself and the rich aroma of brewing filled the air. It made him feel giddy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi floated in. \"The first step is admitting that you have a problem.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I do,\" he replied. \"But I've just spent a couple months down on a planet that spent the entire time trying to kill me. And I have a shitty job I have to go do, so I'm going to take a moment and make a cup of coffee first.\"\n\n\"Make me one too,\" she said, then pulled herself over to the wall panel and started paging through status reports.\n\n\"Make it three,\" Amos said, dragging himself into the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I got a ton of shit to fix because you guys let someone use my girl for target practice.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, we did our best—\" Naomi started, but was cut off by the comm panel squawking.\n\n\"You guys makin' coffee down there?\" Alex said from the cockpit. \"Have someone bring me up a bulb.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "While Amos and Naomi began putting together a list of the repair work they could do during the long transit back to Medina Station, Holden prepared four large bulbs of coffee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't mind. It was very comforting doing something simple and domestic to make other people happy. Black for himself. Two whiteners, two sweeteners for Amos. One whitener for Alex. One sweetener for Naomi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He handed the finished bulbs out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can you take this up to Alex?\" he asked, handing a second bulb to Naomi. Something in his voice or his face made her frown with worry.\n\n\"Are you okay?\" she said, taking the bulb but not leaving." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind her, Amos took his coffee awkwardly in his mangled hand and headed aft with it toward his machine shop, looking at the task list on his terminal and muttering about how much work he had to do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Like I said, shitty job needs doing.\"\n\n\"Can I help?\"\n\n\"I'd like to do this one alone, if that's okay.\"\n\n\"Of course it is,\" she said, then kissed him lightly on the cheek." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll look you up later.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden went up to the airlock and storage deck and found a self-sealing vacuum package, a trowel, and an EVA suit for doing external repairs with a portable blowtorch. He climbed into the suit, then clumped through the ship to the cargo bay.\n\nTo what he was pretty sure was Miller's final resting place.\n\nHe waited in the cargo bay airlock while the outer doors cycled open, putting the compartment into total vacuum, then went in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If something went wrong, if what was left of the protomolecule on his ship decided to defend itself, he'd be in vacuum with an airlock blocking entry into his ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sealed the airlock behind him, and told Alex to lock out local control on the door until he called and asked him to open it. Alex agreed without asking why.\n\nAnd then Holden began methodically tearing the cargo bay apart.\n\nFive hours later, and one air recharge for the suit, he found it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A small blob of flesh no larger than the tip of Holden's finger, attached to the underside of a power conduit behind a detachable panel in the cargo bay's bulkhead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they'd first spotted the protomolecule monster that had hitchhiked onto the Roci from Ganymede, it had been less than half a meter from where he found the polyp. It made his skin crawl to realize how long they'd been lugging this last remnant of that monster around on his ship.\n\nUsing the trowel, he scraped the polyp off the conduit, then put both it and the tool into the vacuum bag and activated the charge to seal it. He blowtorched the conduit for several minutes, heating the metal red to kill any residue left by the scraping." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he dug through the supplies in the cargo area until he found a reload for the ship's probe launcher, opened the probe up, and stuffed the bag inside the casing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He linked his suit radio to the Roci's general shipwide channel. \"Naomi, you around?\"\n\n\"Here,\" she said after a moment. \"In ops. What do you need?\"\n\n\"Can you grab manual control on probe, uh, 117A43?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sure, what do you want me to do with it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm going to chuck it out the cargo bay door. Can you give it about five minutes, then send it into Ilus' sun?\"\n\n\"Okay,\" she replied, not asking the question he could hear in her voice she wanted to. He killed the radio.\n\nThe probe was a small electromagnetic and infrared sensor with a rudimentary drive system." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The kind naval vessels used to see what might be hiding on the other side of a planet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't much bigger than an old Earth fire hydrant. It had heft, though. When Holden pushed it over to the cargo bay door, it was difficult to stop it again.\n\nOutside, Ilus spun by, the angry brown of her cloud layer starting to show some spots of white, and even the occasional flash of blue from the ocean underneath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It'd be a while, but the planet would bounce back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mimic lizards would return and start competing for space with human children and those annoying little bugs that bit and then fell over dead. Two alien biologies fighting for space. Or three. Or four. Nothing that Ilus hadn't already experienced a few billion years before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "New fight, same as the old fight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden put a gloved hand on the probe floating next to him, and pointed the other at the planet.\n\n\"That's you, man. That's the second world you've saved. And once again, we have nothing to offer you in return. I kind of wish I'd been nicer to you.\"\n\nHe laughed at himself, because he could almost hear the old detective in his head saying, You could also have my Viking funeral not be all about how you feel.\n\n\"Right. See you on the other side,\" Holden didn't really believe in another side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing after death but infinite black." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or, he hadn't, anyway. Sure, out-of-control alien technology might be involved, but maybe, just maybe, sometimes there was something else. \"Goodbye, my friend.\"\n\nHe gave the probe a hard push, and it drifted slowly away from the ship. Holden watched it dwindle until it was just a tiny point of light reflected from Ilus' star." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then it lit up for a few seconds with a short drive flare and streaked away from the planet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden waited until he couldn't see it anymore, then shut the cargo bay doors.\n\nHe stripped the vacuum suit off in the airlock after it cycled. Naomi was waiting for him when the inner airlock door opened.\n\n\"Hey,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is it done?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, I'm all done down here.\"\n\n\"Then come to my room, sailor,\" she said. \"There's something there I want to show you.\"\n\nHolden floated half a meter above his bed, his body soaked with sweat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi drifted next to him, long and lean, hair wild from their lovemaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He touched his own scalp, feeling the weird sweaty points his own hair had become.\n\n\"I must look a fright,\" he said.\n\n\"Hedgehogs are cute. You're fine.\" Naomi tapped one long toe against the bulkhead and drifted a few centimeters closer to the atmospheric controls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She aimed the airflow vent at them both, and Holden's skin tingled as the cool air dried him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think I'll ever be able to take enough showers to wash Ilus off of me,\" he added after a moment.\n\n\"I was in a brig for a couple of weeks. Trade you.\"\n\n\"Sorry about that.\"\n\n\"Not your fault. Just bad luck. Did you know that the security guy Havelock was Miller's partner on Ceres?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden touched the bed so he could rotate his body and look at her. \"You're shitting me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nope. Before we met him, of course.\"\n\n\"Wish I'd known.\"\n\n\"You think you do, but it would have been weird.\"\n\n\"Probably right,\" Holden said, then sighed and stretched until his joints popped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm never doing that again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Which that?\"\n\n\"Leaving you. When I thought I was going to die down on Ilus and you were going to die in orbit and we wouldn't even be able to hold each other when it happened, it was the worst thing I could possibly think of.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" she agreed with a nod. \"I understand.\"\n\n\"I promise it won't happen again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay. Why'd you let Basia go?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden frowned. The truth was, he wasn't really sure why he had. And it was something he'd been trying hard not to think about too much.\n\n\"Because... I like him. And I like Lucia. And breaking up their family wouldn't solve anything. I bought his story about blowing the landing pad early to try and save people. Plus, he's not going to be setting any more bombs. And the one thing Murtry told me that made me really think is that we're beyond the borders of civilization right now. Black-and-white legal arguments don't make a lot of sense here. Someday, maybe.\"\n\n\"The frontier doesn't have laws, it has cops?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi said, but she smiled when she said it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ouch,\" Holden replied and she laughed.\n\nThey drifted together in companionable silence for a few minutes. \"Speaking of which, I should probably go see our prisoner,\" Holden finally said.\n\n\"To gloat?\" Naomi said, poking him in the ribs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You love that thing at the end where you gloat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's what makes this all worth doing.\"\n\n\"Go,\" she said, putting her feet against the bulkhead and then pushing him toward the closet with her hands. \"Get dressed. And comb your hair.\"\n\n\"I'll be back soon,\" he agreed, pulling clothes out of the drawers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have another thing I want you to show me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Making up for lost time.\"\n\n\"Damn straight.\"\n\nHolden stopped off at the head to brush his teeth and wash his face before visiting Murtry in the med bay. While he worked to get the knots and tangles out of his hair, Amos drifted in and then just waited." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Am I in the way or something?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden asked. \"Do you need privacy?\" Amos had never been shy with his toilet usage before.\n\n\"Naomi says you're going to see Murtry,\" Amos said, keeping his tone carefully neutral.\n\n\"Yep.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You told me I wasn't allowed to go see him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nope.\"\n\n\"Can I go with you, then?\" Amos asked.\n\nHolden almost said no, then thought about it for a minute and shrugged. \"Sure. Why not?\"\n\nMurtry's leg wound hadn't been particularly serious, but Holden's bullet had shattered his right humerus, so they were keeping him locked up in the medical bay while the expert system tracked the bone regrowth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The RCE security chief had his left arm handcuffed to the crash couch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the arm was better healed, they'd move him to one of the crew cabins where Amos had added exterior locks.\n\n\"Captain Holden,\" Murtry said when they entered. \"Mister Burton.\"\n\n\"So,\" Holden said as though picking up a conversation they'd started earlier. Which, in a way, they had." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Got a message from my pal at the UN a few hours ago. She can't wait to meet you. We'll be dropping you at the UN complex in Lovell city on Luna. I took another prisoner there once, and that person has since ceased to exist as far as the rest of the solar system knows. Hey, maybe they can get you two adjoining cells.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You keep talking like I've broken the law. I haven't,\" Murtry said.\n\n\"There's a really smart legal team on Earth right now trying to think of some. They have almost two years to work it out. Enjoy the trip back.\"\n\n\"And I,\" Amos said, \"am here to tell you why you won't.\"\n\n\"I can't hear this,\" Holden said. \"He's my prisoner.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe you should leave, then,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden stared at Murtry, and the man stared back. \"Okay, Amos. Meet me in the galley in a minute.\"\n\n\"Roger that, Cap,\" Amos said, smiling at the prisoner as he said it.\n\nWorried that he might have just killed the man, Holden waited around the corner outside the med bay door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Going to beat a helpless man in his hospital bed just because I got the better of you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Murtry asked, trying to hide his unease with contempt.\n\n\"Oh, goodness no,\" Amos said, mock hurt in his tone. \"That's all good. Smart move taking me from behind. I don't hate the game. I appreciate a good player.\"\n\n\"Then—\" Murtry started, but Amos kept speaking." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 4 sentences, emulating the writing style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vyakislav Pratkanis, the Martian congressional Speaker of the House, had an excellent poker face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Over three days of meetings and meals and evenings at the theater and cocktails, he'd never registered more than a milquetoast kind of surprise. Either he was panicking on the inside, or he simply didn't understand the situation. Avasarala's guess was the latter.\n\n\"I'm sorry I can't come with you this evening,\" he said, his hand shaking hers with a crisp, dry efficiency." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're a good liar,\" she said with a smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Most men who've spent so much time with me seem convinced their cocks will fall off if they can't get away from me.\"\n\nHis eyes widened with a gentle laughter that he'd almost certainly practiced in a mirror. She responded in kind. The government houses were in Aterpol, the highest-status of the buried neighborhoods of Londres Nova." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Six more communities were scattered under the soil of Mars' Aurorae Sinus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had to admit, the Martians had done a respectable job recreating the world here underground. The false dome of Aterpol was high above her and lit with a carefully balanced spectrum that managed to convince her lizard brain that she was in the open air of Earth. The government buildings were designed with a light airiness that almost forgave the fact that the entire city—the entire planetary network—was built like a fucking tomb. The absence of a magnetosphere had made Mars' first priority protection from the radiation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Between that and the low gravity that left her unintentionally skipping down the corridors like a schoolgirl, she hadn't fallen in love with the planet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It has been an honor to share perspectives with you,\" he said.\n\nShe bowed her head. \"Really, Vyakislav. We're off the clock now. You can stop blowing smoke up my ass.\"\n\n\"As you say,\" the man said, his expression not changing at all. \"As you say.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the corridor down to the atrium, she tugged at her sari, pulling the cloth back into place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not that it had particularly been out, but the weight was wrong and the back of her head kept wanting to pull on it until it was right. Soft lights nestled in stone sconces along the walls. The air smelled of sandalwood and vanilla and chimed with gentle, soothing music. It was like the government was a middle-grade day spa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Chrisjen!\" a man called out as she reached the high-vaulted atrium. She turned back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was a large man with skin several shades darker than her own and hair only a little whiter than her steel gray. He held out his arms as he walked forward and she embraced him. No one would have guessed, seeing them, that they ran the governments of two of the three great political organizations of humanity. Earth might fear the Belt, and the Belt might resent Earth, but the OPA and the United Nations had diplomatic decorum to maintain, and in truth, she halfway liked the old bastard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't ship until tomorrow,\" she said. \"I was just going out for dinner with friends.\"\n\n\"Well, I'm pleased to see you all the same. Do you have a minute?\"\n\n\"For the military head to the largest terrorist organization in known space?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she said. \"How could I not. What's on your mind?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred Johnson walked forward slowly and she fell into step with him. The atrium was polished stone. A fountain in the center let water flow slowly down the sides of an abstract and genderless human figure. He sat at the fountain's edge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She thought the slow ripples made the liquid seem oily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry I couldn't support you more in there,\" Fred said. \"But you understand how it is.\"\n\n\"I do. We'll do what we can around the edges, the same as we always do.\"\n\n\"We have a lot of Belters in those ships. If I take too hard a line with them, it'll be worse than taking one that's too soft.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't have to apologize to me,\" Avasarala said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're both constrained by the realities of the situation. And anyway, at least we're not as fucked as Pratkanis.\"\n\n\"I know,\" Johnson said, shaking his head.\n\n\"Is Anderson Dawes still managing the political side out there?\"\n\nJohnson shrugged. \"For the most part. It's herding kittens. If kittens had a lot of guns and an overdose of neo-Libertarian property theory. What about you? How's Gao doing as secretary-general?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She isn't stupid, but she's learning to fake it,\" Avasarala said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She'll say all the right words and make all the right hand gestures. I'll see to it.\" Fred Johnson grunted. The fountain burbled and the crappy soothing music failed to soothe. She felt like they were on the edge of something, but that was an illusion. In truth, they'd gone over the edge a long time back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Take care of yourself, Fred,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll be in touch.\"\n\nJoint Martian and UN security had blocked off the tube station for her. She sat in a tube car with blacked-out windows and three armed security men at the doors. The shaped-plastic seat faced the side, and she could see herself in the reflection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked tired, but at least the low g made her seem younger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was afraid age had been making her jowly. The car hissed along its track. Outside, the tube was in vacuum to reduce drag. She laid her head against the side of the car and let her eyes close for a moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mars had been the first." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not the first station or the first colony, but the first attempt by humanity to cut ties from Earth. The upstart colony that declared its independence. And if Solomon Epstein hadn't been a Martian and hadn't perfected his drive just when he had, Mars would have been the site of the first true interplanetary war. Instead, Earth and Mars had made the kind of rough friendship where each side could feel superior to the other and they'd set about carving up the solar system." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So it had been for as long as she could remember." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was the danger of being old and a politician. Habits outlived the situations that created them. Policies remained in place after the situations that inspired them had changed. The calculus of all human power was changing, and the models she used to make sense of it shifted with them, and she had to keep reminding herself that the past was a different place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't live there anymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tube stopped in Nariman, and Avasarala got out. The station was packed with locals who'd been put off until her journey was complete. On Earth, they would have been a mishmash of Anglo and African, Asiatic and Polynesian. Here, they were Martian, and she was an Earther." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As the security detail ushered her out to an electric cart, she wondered what they would be next." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "New Terrans, she supposed. Unless the squatters' naming schema won out. Then... what? Ilusians? Illusions? It was a stupid fucking name." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And God, but she was tired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was all so terribly large and so terribly dangerous, and she was so tired.\n\nThe private room at the back of the restaurant had been closed off for her. A space made for two, maybe three hundred people. Crystal chandeliers. Silverware that was actually silver." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cut crystal wineglasses and carpeting that had been manufactured to mimic centuries-old Persian carpets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie Draper sat at the table making everything around her seem small just by being near it.\n\n\"Fuck,\" Avasarala said. \"Am I late?\"\n\n\"They told me to come here early for the security check,\" Bobbie said, standing up. Avasarala walked to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was odd. She could embrace Fred Johnson with ease and grace, and she barely cared about him as anything more than a political rival and a tool." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie Draper she genuinely liked, and she wasn't sure whether she should hug the former gunnery sergeant, shake her hand, or just sit down and pretend they saw each other every day. She opted for the last.\n\n\"So veteran's outreach?\" she said.\n\n\"It pays the bills,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fair enough.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A young man with sharp, beautiful features and carefully manicured hands ghosted forward and poured water and wine for them both.\n\n\"And how have you been?\" Bobbie asked.\n\n\"All right, over all. I got a new hip. Arjun says it makes me cranky.\"\n\n\"He can tell?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's got a lot of practice. I fucking hate the new job, though. Assistant to the undersecretary was perfect for me. All the power, less of the bullshit. Now with the promotion, I have to travel. Meet with people.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You met with people before,\" Bobbie said, sipping the water and ignoring the wine. \"That's what you do. You meet with people.\"\n\n\"Now I have to go there first. I don't like being on a ship for weeks to have a conversation I could have had over a link from my own fucking desk.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Bobbie said, smiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think I see what Arjun meant.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't be a smartass,\" Avasarala said, and the beautiful young man brought them salads. Crisp lettuce and radishes, dark, salty olives. None of it had ever seen the sun. She picked up her fork. \"And now this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've been following it in the newsfeeds. Right-to-gate access treaties?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, that's bullshit. We feed that to the reporters so they have something to talk about. We've got bigger fish to fry.\"\n\nBobbie's fork paused halfway to her mouth. She frowned. Avasarala swigged down half a glass of wine. It was good, she supposed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The problem,\" she said, pointing her fork at Bobbie for emphasis, \"is that I trusted James Holden. Not to do anything I told him to. I'm not an idiot. But I thought he would be himself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Himself, how?\"\n\nAvasarala took a bite of the lettuce. \"Do you know how many ships are on track to the Ring? Right now, right now, we have sixteen hundred ships, and every one of them has been watching New Terra like they were reading fucking tea leaves. Johnson and I sent Holden to mediate because he was the perfect person to show what a clusterfuck it was out there. How ugly it could be. I was expecting press releases every time someone sneezed. The man starts wars all the fucking time, only this time, when I needed a little conflict? Now he's the fucking peacemaker.\"\n\n\"I don't understand,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why did you want conflict?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"To put the brakes on,\" Avasarala said. \"To save Mars. Only I couldn't.\"\n\nBobbie put down her fork. The beautiful young man had vanished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was good at this job." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was time for them to be truly alone.\n\n\"A thousand suns, Bobbie. Three orders of magnitude more than we have ever had before. Can you even imagine that, because most days, I can't. And some—maybe all—have at least one planet with a breathable atmosphere. A place that can sustain life. It's what they were selected for. Whatever those fucking boojums were that made the protomolecule, they were looking for places like Earth. And places like Earth are what they found. Places a lot more like Earth than Mars is. New Terra was the precedent, and the precedent is a fucking feel-good story about how we all come together in a pinch. We have an example of how, if you just get out to one of these planets fast enough and squat hard enough, you get to keep it. Welcome to the greatest migration in the history of human civilization. Fred Johnson thinks he can keep control of it because he's got the choke point at Medina Station, but he's also got the OPA. It's already too late.\"\n\n\"Why try to control it at all? Why not let people settle where they want?\"\n\n\"Because Mars,\" Avasarala said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't understand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mars has the second largest fleet in the system. Something like fifteen thousand nuclear warheads. Sixteen battlecruisers. Who the fuck knows how many other fighting vessels. The ships are newer than Earth's. The designs are better. They're faster. They have heat signature masking and fast water cycling and high-energy proton cannons.\"\n\n\"The proton cannons are a myth.\"\n\n\"They aren't. So here you have the second most powerful navy that there is. What's going to happen to it?\"\n\n\"It's going to protect Mars.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mars is dead, Bobbie. Holden and this Havelock sonofabitch and Elvi Okoye, whoever the fuck she is? They killed it. Half the Martian government understands, and they're shitting themselves so hard, they won't have bones left. Who the fuck's going to stay on Mars? A thousand new worlds where you don't have to live in caves and wear environment suits to walk under the sky. No one's going to be here. Do you know what would happen if half the population of Earth left for the worlds beyond the Ring?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\"\n\n\"We'd knock down some walls and make bigger apartments. That's how many people we have on basic. Do you know what happens to Mars if twenty percent of the population leaves?\"\n\n\"The terraforming project shuts down?\"\n\n\"The terraforming project shuts down. And upkeep on the basic infrastructure becomes harder. The tax base collapses. The economy craters. The Martian state fails. That is going to happen, and the one chance we had to keep it in check is gone. You will have a shell of a government with a planet nobody wants because nobody needs. The raw materials they have to put on the market are now abundant in a thousand new systems where the mining is simple and you don't choke to death on vacuum if the rig fails out. And the one thing—the one thing—you have left you can sell? Your one resource?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is fifteen thousand nuclear weapons,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And the ships to use them. Who's going to have those ships when Mars is a ghost town, Bobbie? Where are they going to go? Who are they going to kill? We're all moving out our pawns for the first interstellar military conflict. And James Holden, who could have made New Terra a poster for why you might rather stay home and give us a little breathing room, instead found a bright new way to fuck things up.\"\n\n\"By succeeding?\"\n\n\"By some definition of that word.\"\n\n\"The planet blew up on him,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Small favors,\" Avasarala replied with a snort." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well,\" Bobbie said. \"Shit.\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nThey were quiet for a long moment. Bobbie looked at her salad without seeing it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avasarala finished her wine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could see the former marine tracking though the lines of implication and consequence. Bobbie's eyes went hard.\n\n\"This dinner. We're at a recruitment meeting, aren't we?\"\n\nAvasarala folded her hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bobbie, as long as we're all pushing out our pieces...\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes?\"\n\n\"I need to put you back on the board, soldier.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like James S. A. Corey and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rocks had fallen three months ago, and Namono could see some blue in the sky again. The impact at Laghouat—first of the three strikes that had broken the world—had thrown so much of the Sahara into the air that she hadn't seen the moon or stars for weeks. Even the ruddy disk of the sun struggled to penetrate the filthy clouds. Ash and grit rained down on Greater Abuja until it piled up in drifts, changing her city to the same yellow-gray as the sky." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even as she'd helped the volunteer teams to clear the rubble and care for the injured, she'd understood that her wracking cough and the black phlegm she spat out came from breathing in the dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three and a half thousand kilometers stretched between the crater where Laghouat had been and Abuja. The shock wave still had blown out windows and collapsed buildings. Two hundred dead in the city, the newsfeeds said, four thousand wounded. The medical clinics were swamped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you were not in immediate distress, please stay home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The power grid degraded quickly. There was no sun to drive the solar panels, and the gritty air fouled the wind farms faster than the teams could clean them. By the time a fusion reactor was trucked north from the yards at Kinshasa, half of the city had spent fifteen days in the dark. With the hydroponic houses and hospitals and government buildings taking precedence, there were still brownouts more days than not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Network access through their hand terminals was spotty and unreliable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sometimes they were cut off from the world for days at a time. It was to be expected, she told herself, as if any of this could have been foreseen.\n\nAnd still, three months in, there came a break in the vast, blindfolded sky. As the reddened sun slid toward the west, the city lights of the moon appeared in the east, gems on a field of blue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes, it was tainted, dirty, incomplete, but it was blue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nono took comfort in it as she walked.\n\nThe international district was recent, historically speaking. Few of the buildings were over a hundred years old. A previous generation's fondness for wide thoroughfares between thin, mazy streets and curved, quasi-organic architectural forms marked the neighborhoods." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Zuma Rock stood above it all, a permanent landmark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ash and dust might streak the stone, but they could not change it. This was Nono's hometown. The place she'd grown up, and the place she'd brought her little family back to at the end of her adventures. The home of her gentle retirement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She coughed out a bitter laugh, and then she just coughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The relief center was a van parked at the edge of a public park. It had a leafy trefoil icon on its side, the logo of the hydroponic farm. Not the UN, not even basic administration. The layers of bureaucracy had been pressed thin by the urgency of the situation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She knew she should have been grateful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some places, vans didn't come at all.\n\nThe pack of dust and ash had made a crust over the gently sloping hills where the grass had been. Here and there, jagged cracks and furrows like vast snake tracks showed where children had tried to play anyway, but no one was sliding down it now. There was only the forming queue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took her place in it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The others that waited with her had the same empty stare. Shock and exhaustion and hunger. And thirst. The international district had large Norwegian and Vietnamese enclaves, but no matter the shade of their skin or the texture of their hair, ash and misery had made a single tribe of them all.\n\nThe side of the van slid open, and the queue shifted in anticipation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another week's rations, however thin they might be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nono felt a little stab of shame as her turn came near. She'd lived her whole life without ever needing basic. She was one of those who provided for others, not one who needed support. Except that she needed support now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She reached the front." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd seen the man handing out the packs before. He had a wide face, brown speckled with black freckles. He asked her address, and she gave it. A moment's fumbling later, he held out a white plastic pack to her with the practiced efficiency of an automaton, and she took it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It felt terribly light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He only made eye contact with her when she failed to move away.\n\n\"I have a wife,\" Namono said. \"A daughter.\"\n\nA flash of raw anger rose in his eyes, hard as a slap. \"If they can make the oats grow faster or conjure rice out of thin air, then do send them to us. Else, you're holding us up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt tears welling up in her eyes, stinging them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"One to a household,\" the man snapped. \"Move on.\"\n\n\"But—\"\n\n\"Go on!\" he shouted, snapping his fingers at her. \"There's people behind you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stepped away and heard him mutter something obscene at her as she left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her tears weren't thick. Hardly enough to wipe away. It was only that they stung so much.\n\nShe tucked her relief pack under her arm and, as soon as her eyes had recovered enough to see, put down her head and started home again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She couldn't linger. There were others more desperate or less principled than herself who were waiting at the corners and in the doorways for the chance to steal water filters and food from the unwary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she didn't walk with purpose, they might mistake her for a victim. For a few blocks, her starved and exhausted mind entertained itself with fantasies of fighting off thieves. As if the catharsis of violence might somehow bring her to peace.\n\nWhen she'd left their rooms, she'd promised Anna that she'd stop by Old Gino's on the way home and make sure the elderly man was getting to the relief van." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But when she reached the turn, she kept going straight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Weariness was already sucking at her marrow, and the prospect of propping the old man up and going back through the queue with him was more than she could face. She'd say she forgot. It would almost be true.\n\nAt the curve that led from the wide avenue into the residential cul-de-sac that was home, she found the violent fantasies in her mind had shifted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The men she imagined herself beating until they apologized and begged her forgiveness weren't thieves, but the freckled relief man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If they can make the oats grow faster. What was that supposed to mean, anyway? Had he been joking about using their bodies as fertilizer? Had he dared to make a threat against her family?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Who in hell did he think he was?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No, a voice said in her mind, as clearly as if Anna had been there to speak the words. No, he was angry because he wanted to help more, and he couldn't. Knowing that all you can give isn't enough is its own burden. That was all. Forgive him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Namono knew that she should, but she didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their house was small. A half dozen rooms pressed together like a child squeezing a handful of damp sand. Nothing quite lined up; no corner was perfectly square. It gave the space the feel of something natural—a cave or a grotto—more than something built." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She paused before she opened the door, trying to clear her mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The setting sun had fallen behind Zuma Rock, and the grit and smoke in the air showed where the wide beams of light streamed past it. It looked like the stone had a halo. And in the darkening sky, a pinpoint of light. Venus. Tonight, there might be stars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She latched onto the thought like a lifeboat in the sea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There might be stars.\n\nInside, the house was clean. The rugs had been shaken out, the brick floors swept. The air smelled of lilac thanks to the little sachet-and-candle that one of Anna's parishioners had brought them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Namono wiped away the last of her tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could pretend the redness in her eyes was only the outside air. Even if they didn't believe her, they could pretend to.\n\n\"Hello?\" she called. \"Is anyone home?\"\n\nNami squeaked from the back bedroom, her bare feet slapping on the brick as she barreled toward the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her little girl wasn't so little anymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She came up to Nono's armpit now. Or Anna's shoulder. The gentle pudge of childhood was gone, and the awkward coltish beauty of adolescence was clearing its throat. Her skin was barely lighter than Nono's and her hair was as rich and kinky, but the girl had a Russian smile.\n\n\"You're back!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course I am,\" Nono said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What did we get?\"\n\nNamono took the white relief package and pressed it into her daughter's hands. With a smile that was like complicity, she leaned close. \"Why don't you go find out, and then come tell me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nami grinned back and loped off to the kitchen as if the water recyclers and fast-grown oats were a brilliant present." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl's enthusiasm was vast and partly sincere. The other part was to show her mothers that she was all right, that they didn't need to worry for her. So much of their strength—all their strengths—grew from trying to protect each other. She didn't know if that made it better or worse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the bedroom, Anna lay on her cushions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A thick volume of Tolstoy rested beside her, its spine bent by being reread. War and Peace. Her complexion was grayish and drawn. Nono sat beside her carefully, putting her hand on the exposed skin of her wife's right thigh just above where her knee had been crushed. The skin didn't feel hot anymore, and it wasn't stretched drum-tight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Those had to be good signs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The sky was blue today,\" Nono said. \"There may be stars out tonight.\"\n\nAnna smiled her Russian smile, the one her wife's genes had also given Nami. \"That's good, then. Improvement.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"God knows there's room for it,\" Namono said, regretting the discouragement in her voice even as she spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She tried to soften it by taking Anna's hand. \"You're looking better too.\"\n\n\"No fever today,\" Anna said.\n\n\"None?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, only a little.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Many guests?\" she asked, trying to keep her tone light. After Anna's injury, her parishioners had made such a fuss, bringing by tokens and offers of support until it was impossible for Anna to rest. Namono had put her foot down and sent them away. Anna had allowed it mostly, she thought, because it also kept her flock from giving away the supplies they couldn't afford to do without." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Amiri came by,\" Anna said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did he? And what did my cousin want?\"\n\n\"We're having a prayer circle tomorrow. Only about a dozen people. Nami helped clean the front room for it. I know I should have asked you first, but ...\"\n\nAnna nodded at her distended, swollen leg as if her inability to stand at the pulpit was the worst thing that had happened to her. And maybe it was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you're strong enough,\" Namono said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"I forgive you. Again. Always.\"\n\n\"You're good to me, Nono.\" Then, softly so that Nami couldn't hear them, \"There was an alert while you were out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Namono's heart went cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where's it going to hit.\"\n\n\"It won't. They got it. But ...\"\n\nThe silence carried it. But there had been another one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another rock thrown down the gravity well toward the fragile remnants of the Earth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't tell Nami,\" Anna said, as if protecting their child from the fear was another sin that required forgiveness.\n\n\"It's all right,\" Namono said. \"I will if we need to.\"\n\n\"How is Gino?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I forgot floated at the back of Namono's throat, but she couldn't speak the lie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To herself, maybe, but Anna's clear eyes forbade it. \"I'm going there next.\"\n\n\"It's important,\" Anna said.\n\n\"I know. It's just that I'm so tired—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's why it's important,\" Anna said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When the crisis comes, we all pull together naturally. It's easy then. It's when things drag on too long that we have to make the effort. We need to make sure everyone sees we're all in this together.\"\n\nUnless another rock came and the Navy didn't catch it in time. Unless the hydroponics collapsed under the strain and they all went hungry. Unless the water recyclers failed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unless a thousand different things happened, any one of which meant death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But even that wouldn't be failure for Anna. Not as long as they were all good and kind to each other. If they helped carry each other gently into the grave, Anna would feel she was following her calling. Perhaps she was right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course,\" Namono said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just wanted to bring the supplies back to you first.\"\n\nNami rushed in a moment later, a water recycler in either hand. \"Look! Another glorious week of drinking cleaned-up piss and filthy rainwater!\" she said with a grin, and it struck Namono for the millionth time what a perfect distillation of her mothers their daughter could be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rest of the package was oatmeal pucks ready to be cooked, packets of something that claimed in Chinese and Hindi to be chicken stroganoff, and a handful of pills." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vitamins for all of them. Painkillers for Anna. So that was something.\n\nNamono sat with her wife, holding her hand until Anna's eyelids began to droop and her cheeks took on the softness that spoke of coming sleep. Through the window, the last of the twilight glowed red, fading to gray." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anna's body relaxed a degree." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tightness in her shoulders released. The furrows in her brow smoothed. Anna didn't complain, but the pain of her injury and the stress of being suddenly crippled had mixed with the fear they all shared. It was a pleasure to watch it all fall away, if only for a moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anna was always a handsome woman, but when she slept, she was beautiful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nono waited until her wife's breath was deep and regular before she rose from the bedside. She was almost to the door when Anna spoke, her voice rusty with sleep.\n\n\"Don't forget Gino.\"\n\n\"Going there now,\" Nono said softly, and Anna's breath went back to its deep sleep-slow tide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can I come too?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nami asked as Nono went back to their street door. \"The terminals are down again, and there's nothing to do here.\"\n\nNono considered It's too dangerous out there and Your mother might need you, but her daughter's eyes were so hopeful. \"Yes, but put your shoes on.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The walk back to Gino's was a dance in shadows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Enough sunlight had struck the emergency lights' solar panels that half the houses they passed were glowing a little from within. Not much more than a candle's brightness, but more than there had been. The city itself was still black. No streetlights, no glow in the skyscrapers, and only a few bright points along the sinuous length of the arcology to the south." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Namono had the sudden, powerful memory of being younger than her own daughter was now and going up to Luna for the first time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The utter brilliance of the stars and the starkly beautiful Milky Way. Even with the dust grit still in the high air above them, there were more stars out now than when the light pollution of the city had drowned them. The moon shone: a crescent of silver cupping a webwork of gold. She took her daughter's hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The girl's fingers seemed so thick, so solid compared to what they had once been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was growing up. Not their little baby anymore. There had been so many plans for her university and traveling together. All of them gone now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The world they'd thought they were raising her in had vanished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She felt a twinge of guilt about that, as if there were something that she could have done to stop all this from happening. As if it were somehow her fault.\n\nIn the deepening darkness, there were voices, though not so many as there had been. Before, there had been some nightlife in the quarter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pubs and street performers and the hard, rattling music recently come into fashion that clattered out into the street like someone spilling bricks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now people slept when the darkness came and rose with the light. She caught the smell of something cooking. Strange how even boiled oats could come to mean comfort. She hoped that Old Gino had gone to the van, or that one of Anna's parishioners had gone for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Otherwise Anna would insist that he take part of their supplies, and Namono would let her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it hadn't happened yet. No need to call for trouble before it came. There was enough on the road already. When they reached the turn to Old Gino's street, the last of the sunlight was gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The only sign that Zuma Rock was even there was a deeper darkness rising up thousands of meters above the city." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The land itself raising a defiant fist to the sky.\n\n\"Oh,\" Nami said. Not even a word so much as the intake of breath. \"Did you see it?\"\n\n\"See what?\" Namono asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shooting star. There's another one. Look!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And yes, there among the fixed if flickering stars, a brief streak of light. And then another. While they stood there, hand in hand, a half dozen more. It was all she could do not to turn back, not to push her daughter into the shelter of a doorway and try to cover her. There had been an alert, but the remnants of the UN Navy had caught this one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These smears of fire across the upper atmosphere might not even be the debris from it. Or they might." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Either way, shooting stars had been something beautiful once. Something innocent. They would not be again. Not for her. Not for anyone on Earth. Every bright smear was a whisper of death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The hiss of a bullet." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A reminder as clear as a voice. All of this can end, and you cannot stop it.\n\nAnother streak, bright as a torch, that bloomed out into a silent fireball as wide as her thumbnail.\n\n\"That was a big one,\" Nami said.\n\nNo, Namono thought. No it wasn't." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\nfour sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have no fucking right to this!\" the owner of the Hornblower shouted, not for the first time. \"We worked for what we have. It's ours.\"\n\n\"We've been over this, sir,\" Michio Pa, captain of the Connaught, said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your ship and its cargo are under conscript order of the Free Navy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Your relief effort bullshit? Belters need supplies, let them buy some. Mine is mine.\"\n\n\"It's needed. If you'd cooperated with the order—\"\n\n\"You shot us! You broke our drive cone!\"\n\n\"You tried to evade us. Your passengers and crew—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Free Navy, my fucking ass! You're thieves. You're pirates.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At her left, Evans—her XO and the most recent addition to her family—grunted like he'd been hit. Michio glanced at him, and his blue eyes were there to meet her. He grinned: white teeth and a too-handsome face. He was pretty, and he knew it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio muted her microphone, letting the stream of invective pour from the Hornblower without her, and nodded him on. What is it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Evans pointed a thumb toward the console. \"So angry,\" he said. \"Like to hurt a poor coyo's feelings, he goes on like that.\"\n\n\"Be serious,\" Michio said, but through a smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Am serious. Fragé bist.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fragile. You?\"\n\n\"In my heart,\" Evans said, pressing a palm to his sculpted chest. \"Little boy, me.\"\n\nOn the speaker, the owner of the Hornblower had worked himself into a deeper froth. To hear him tell it, Pa was a thief and a whore and the kind of person who didn't care whose babies died so long as she got her payday." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he was her father, he'd kill her instead of letting her dishonor her family. Evans snickered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite herself, Michio laughed too. \"Did you know your accent gets thicker when you flirt?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Evans said. \"I'm just a complex tissue of affectation and vice. Took your mind off him, though. You were starting to lose your temper.\"\n\n\"Not done losing it yet,\" she said, and turned the mic back to live." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sir. Sir! Can we at least agree that I'm the pirate who's offering to lock you in your cabin for the trip to Callisto instead of throwing you into space? Would that be all right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a moment of stunned silence on the radio, then a roar of incoherent rage that resolved into phrases like drink your fucking Belter blood and kill you if you try. Michio lifted three fingers. Across the command deck, Oksana Busch waved her own hand in acknowledgment and tapped the weapons controls.\n\nThe Connaught wasn't a Belter ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not originally. She'd been built by the Martian Congressional Republic Navy, and she'd come equipped with a wide variety of military and technical expert systems." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd been on it for the better part of a year now, training in secret at first. And then when the day came, leading her into the fray. Now Michio watched her own monitor as the Connaught identified and targeted six places on the floating cargo ship where a stream of PDC fire or a well-placed missile would peel open the hull. The targeting lasers came on, painting the Hornblower. Michio waited." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Evans' smile was a little less certain than it had been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slaughtering civilians wasn't his first choice. In fairness, it wasn't what Michio would have picked either, but the Hornblower wasn't going to make its journey through the gates and out to whatever alien planet they'd thought to colonize. The negotiation now was only what the terms of that failure would be.\n\n\"Want to fire, bossmang?\" Busch asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not yet,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Watch that drive. If they try to burn out of here? Then.\"\n\n\"They try to burn on that busted cone, we can save the ammunition,\" Busch said, derision in her voice.\n\n\"There's people counting on that cargo.\"\n\n\"Savvy me,\" Busch said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, a moment later, \"They're still cold.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The radio clicked, spat. On the other ship, someone was shouting, but not at her. Then there was another voice, then several, each trying to cut above the others. The report of a gun rang out, the sound of the attack pressed thin and nonthreatening by the radio." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A new voice came." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Connaught? You there?\"\n\n\"Still here,\" Michio said. \"To whom am I speaking, please?\"\n\n\"Name's Sergio Plant,\" the voice said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Acting captain of the Hornblower. I'm offering up our surrender. Just no one gets hurt, okay?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Evans grinned their triumph and relief.\n\n\"Besse to hear from you, Captain Plant,\" Michio said. \"I accept your terms. Please prepare for boarding.\"\n\nShe killed the connection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "History, Michio believed, was a long series of surprises that seemed inevitable in retrospect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And what was true of nations and planets and vast corporate-state complexes also applied to the smaller fates of men and women. As above, so below. As the OPA and Earth and the Martian Congressional Republic, so with Oksana Busch and Evans Garner-Choi and Michio Pa. For that matter, so with all the other souls who lived and worked on the Connaught and her sister ships. It was only because she sat where she did, commanded as she did, and carried the weight of keeping the men and women of her crew safe and well and on the right side of history that the smaller personal histories of the Connaught's crew seemed to have more significance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For her, the first surprise in the many that had brought her here was becoming part of the military arm of the Belt at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As a young woman, she'd expected to be a systems engineer or an administrator on one of the big stations. If she'd loved mathematics more than she did, it might have happened. She'd put herself through upper university because she thought she was supposed to, and failed because it had been a horrible fit. When the counselors sent her the message that she was being disenrolled, it had been a shock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Looking back, it was obvious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The clarifying lens of history.\n\nShe'd fit better with the OPA, or at least the arm of it she'd joined. Within the first month, it became clear that the Outer Planets Alliance was less the unified bureaucracy of the revolution than a kind of franchise title adopted by the people of the Belt who thought that something like it should exist. The Voltaire Collective considered itself OPA, but so did Fred Johnson's group based on Tycho Station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anderson Dawes acted as governor of Ceres under the split circle, and Zig Ochoa opposed him under the same symbol." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For years, Michio had styled herself as a woman with a military career, but with an awareness in the back of her mind that her chain of command was a fragile thing. There was a time it had made her reflexively protective of authority—her authority over her subordinates and the authority of her superiors over her. It was what put her in the XO's chair of the Behemoth. What put her in the slow zone when humanity first passed through the gate and into the hub of the thirteen-hundred-world empire to which they were heir." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was what had gotten her lover, Sam Rosenberg, killed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After that, her faith in command structures had become a little less absolute.\n\nOnce again obvious in retrospect.\n\nAs to the second surprise, she couldn't have said exactly what it was. Falling into a collective marriage or her recruitment by Marco Inaros or taking possession of her new ship and its revolutionary mission with the Free Navy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lives had more turning points than seams of ore, and not every change was obvious, even looking back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Boarding team's ready,\" Carmondy said, his voice flattened by the suit mic. \"You want us to breach?\"\n\nAs the leader of the assault team, Carmondy was technically in a different branch of command than Michio, but he'd deferred to her as soon as he and his soldiers had come aboard. He'd lived on Mars for a few years, wasn't part of the plural marriage that formed the core of the Connaught's crew, and was professional enough to accept his status as an outsider." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She liked him for that, if little else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's let them be nice,\" Michio said. \"If they start shooting at us, do what needs doing.\"\n\n\"Savvy,\" Carmondy said, and then switched channels.\n\nBoth ships were on the float now, so she couldn't lean back in her crash couch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If she'd been able to, she would have." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the news had come out that the Free Navy was taking control of the system and that the ring gate was closed to through traffic, the fleet of colony ships on the burn for the new worlds beyond faced a choice. Stand down and give their supplies over for redistribution to the stations and ships most in need, and they would be allowed to keep their ships. Run, and they wouldn't.\n\nThe Hornblower—like who knew how many others—had done the calculation and decided the risk was worth the reward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd killed their transponders, spun their ship, and burned like hell, but briefly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then spun again, burned again, spun again, burned. Hotaru, they called it. The strategy of going bright only for a moment, and then going dark in hopes that the vastness of space would conceal them until the political situation changed. The ships had enough food and supplies to last the would-be colonists for years." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The volume of the system was so massive that if they avoided detection at the front, finding them later could be the work of lifetimes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Hornblower's drive plume had been detected by Free Navy arrays on Ganymede and Titan both. The thing she hated most was that the chase had led them up out of the plane of the ecliptic. The vast majority of the sun's heliosphere extended above and below the thin disk where the planets and the asteroid belt spun in their orbits. Michio had a superstitious dislike of those reaches, the huge emptiness that, in her mind, loomed above and below human civilization." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ring gate and the unreal space beyond it might be stranger—were stranger—but her unease about traveling outside the ecliptic had been with her since childhood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was part of her personal mythology, and a herald of bad luck.\n\nShe set her monitor to show the boarding team's suit cameras and play soft music. The Hornblower, as seen through twenty different perspectives while harps and finger drums tried to soothe her. A dark-skinned Earther was in the airlock, his arms spread wide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Half a dozen of the cameras were locked on him, barrels of their weapons visible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The others shifted, watching for movement on the periphery or coming from outside the ship. The man reached up and used a handhold to flip himself around, putting his arms behind him for the zip-tie restraint. It had a sense of practice that left Michio thinking that Captain Plant—if that's who this was—had been forcibly detained before.\n\nThe boarding team moved into the ship, its eyes and attention shifting down the corridors in teams." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Movement on one screen mapped to a figure seen in another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they reached the galley, the crew of the Hornblower floated in ranks, arms out, ready to accept whatever fate the Connaught had in store for them. Even at the very small size the individual panes had taken to fit her monitor, she could see the clinging sheen of tears creeping over the captives' faces. Grief masks formed of saline and surface tension.\n\n\"They're going to be fine,\" Evans said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Esá? It's our job, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know,\" Michio said, her gaze fixed on the screen.\n\nThe boarding team moved through the decks, locking down control. Their coordination made them feel like a single organism with twenty eyes. The group consciousness of professionalism and drills." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The command deck looked ill kept." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A hand terminal and a drinking bulb on the float had been sucked against an air intake. Without thrust gravity to coordinate them, the crash couches lay at a variety of angles. It reminded her of old videos she'd seen of shipwrecks back on Earth. The colony ship was drowning in the endless vacuum." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She knew that Carmondy would be calling her before he did it, and drew the music gently down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The request came through with a polite chime.\n\n\"We've taken control of the ship, Captain,\" he said. Two of his men were watching him say it, so she saw his lips and his jaw making the words from two angles even as she heard them. \"No resistance. No trouble.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Officer Busch?\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Their firewalls are already down,\" Oksana said. \"Toda y alles.\"\n\nMichio nodded, more to herself than to Carmondy. \"The Connaught has control of the enemy ship's systems.\"\n\n\"We're setting a perimeter and securing the prisoners. Automatic check-in set.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Understood,\" Michio said. Then, to Evans, \"Let's pull back far enough to be outside the blast range if it turns out they're hiding nukes in the grain silo.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"On it,\" Evans said.\n\nThe maneuvering thrusters shifted her against her restraints, not even a tenth of a g, for the burn's scant handful of seconds. Taking the things that other people thought they deserved to keep was dangerous work. The Connaught would watch over the boarding team of course, the ship's gentle fingers on all their pulses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And in addition, Carmondy would ping every half hour using a onetime pad protocol." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he failed to check in, Michio would turn the Hornblower into a diffuse cloud of hot gas as a warning to the next ship. And a few thousand people on Callisto, Io, and Europa would have to hope the other Free Navy conscription missions came through.\n\nThe Belt had finally shrugged off the yoke of the inner planets. They had Medina Station at the heart of the ring gates, they had the only functioning navy in the solar system, and they had the gratitude of millions of Belters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the long term, it was the greatest statement of independence and freedom the human race had ever made." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the short term, it was her job to see the victory didn't starve them all to death.\n\nFor the next two days, Carmondy and his men would see that the would-be colonists were sealed on secured decks, where they could ride out the transit to a stable orbit around Jupiter. Then make a complete inventory of what had been gained by the taking of the Hornblower. Once they were done, it would still be a week before the salvage drives were in place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In that time, the Connaught would stand as guard and captor, and little enough for Michio to do but scan the darkness for other refugees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wasn't looking forward to it, and she was sure the others in her marriage group weren't either. Still, there was more than that in Oksana's voice when she spoke.\n\n\"Bossmang. We got confirmation from Ceres.\"\n\n\"Good,\" Michio said, but with an uptick in her inflection that meant she'd heard whatever Oksana wasn't saying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oksana Busch had been her wife almost as long as the group had been together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They knew each other's moods well.\n\n\"Got something else too. Message from himself.\"\n\n\"What does Dawes want?\" Michio asked.\n\n\"Not Dawes. Big himself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Inaros?\" Michio said. \"Play it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Under captain-only encrypt,\" Oksana said. \"I can pipe it to your cabin or your terminal if—\"\n\n\"Play it, Oksana.\"\n\nMarco Inaros appeared on the monitor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the drape of his hair, he was either on Ceres or under burn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There wasn't enough visible background behind him to say if he was on a ship or in an office. His smile was charming and reached his warm, dark eyes. Michio felt her pulse step up a little, and told herself it was dread and not an attraction. For the most part, that was truth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was a charismatic bastard, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain Pa,\" Marco said. \"I'm glad to hear you took the Hornblower cleanly. It's another testament to your ability. We were right to have you in command of the conscription. Things have gone well enough, we're ready to move on to the next stages of our plan.\"\n\nMichio glanced over at Evans and Oksana. He was plucking at his beard, and she was trying not to look at Michio." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll want to route the Hornblower directly to Ceres,\" Marco said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And before that, I'm calling a meeting. Strictly inner-circle. You, me, Dawes, Rosenfeld, Sanjrani. At Ceres Station.\" His grin widened. \"Now that we're running the system, there are some changes we should make, eh? The Pella says you can make it there in two weeks. It'll be good to see you in person.\"\n\nHe made a sharp Free Navy salute. The one he'd come up with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The screen went blank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mix of confusion and distress and relief that flooded Michio's gut wasn't easy to make sense of. Having her mission change like that, so quickly and with so little explanation, left her on the wrong foot. And going into a meeting of the inner circle still had a little of the sense of danger that it had before the Free Navy had announced itself. Years of moving in shadows left habits of thought and feeling that were hard to step out of, even if they'd won." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But at least they'd be back in the plane of the ecliptic, and not high up in the black, where ominous things happened. Bad things." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Things, a small, still voice in her head said, like being called to an unexpected meeting.\n\n\"Two weeks?\" Michio asked.\n\n\"Possible,\" Busch answered almost before the question was out. She'd already run the plan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But it'll mean burning hard. And no waiting for the Hornblower.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Carmondy won't like that,\" Pa said.\n\n\"What's he going to say?\" Oksana said. \"It's himself giving the order.\"\n\n\"It is,\" Michio agreed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Evans cleared his throat. \"So we're going?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio held up a fist. Yes. \"It's Inaros,\" she said, ending the coming argument by invoking his name.\n\n\"Well. Bien,\" Evans said, but the tone of his voice said something different.\n\n\"Something?\" Pa asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just isn't the first time plans changed,\" Evans said, his face wrinkled with worry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't as pretty that way, but he was her newest husband, so she didn't point it out. Pretty men could be so fragile.\n\n\"Continue,\" she said instead.\n\n\"Well, there was the money thing with Sanjrani. And the Martian prime minister wound up making it safe to Luna when half the Free Navy was trying to take him out. And I hear we tried to kill Fred Johnson and James Holden both, and both still breathing and walking free. Leaves me wondering.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Like maybe Marco isn't as infallible as he plays?\" Michio asked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment, he didn't answer. She thought he might not. \"Something like,\" Evans finally said. \"But even thinking like that feels like it might get sticky, no?\"\n\n\"Something like,\" Michio agreed." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce four sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was no one he hated more than James Holden. Holden, the peacemaker who'd never made peace. Holden, the champion of justice who'd never sacrificed anything for justice. James Holden, who crewed up with Martians and Belters—with one Belter—and moved through the system as if it made him better than everyone else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Neutral and above the fray while the inner planets shoved humanity's resources out to the thirteen hundred–odd new planets and left the Belters to die." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Who, against all odds, hadn't died with the Chetzemoka.\n\nFred Johnson, the Earther who'd gone native and started speaking for the Belt, was a close second. The Butcher of Anderson Station, who'd made his career by slaughtering innocent Belters and continued it by patronizing them all into an arc that led toward their cultural and individual deaths. For that he deserved hatred and disdain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Filip's mother hadn't died directly because of Johnson, and so Holden—James pinché Holden—owned first prize." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was months since Filip had beaten his hands against the inner door of the airlock while his mother, her mind twisted by too much time in Holden's cultlike presence, had spaced herself and Cyn along with her. Stupid deaths. Needless. That, he told himself, was why it hurt so much. That she hadn't needed to die, and she'd chosen it anyway. He'd broken his hand trying to get her to stop, but it hadn't helped anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi Nagata had picked a bad death in the void over a life with her true people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was proof of how much power Holden had had over her. How deeply she'd been brainwashed, and how weak her mind had been from the start.\n\nHe didn't tell anyone on the Pella that he still dreamed about it every night: the closed door, the certainty that something precious—something important—was on the other side of it, and the sense of vicious loss that he couldn't make the door open. If they knew how much it haunted him, he'd seem weak, and his father didn't have room for men who couldn't do their part." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not even his own son." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip took his place as a Belter and a man of the Free Navy or he found a place on a station and stayed there as a boy. He was nearly seventeen now; he'd helped to destroy the oppressors on Earth. His childhood belonged in his past.\n\nPallas Station was one of the oldest in the Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The first mines had been there, and following them, the first refineries." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The newer facilities had followed, because this was where the industrial base was. And because it was easier to use the older, unretired crushers and spin separators as overflow capacity. And from habit. Pallas had never been spun up. The gravity it had was the naturally occurring microgravity of its mass—two percent of Earth's full g. Hardly more than a persistent direction of drift." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The station swooped above and below the plane of the ecliptic, like it was trying to elbow its way out of the solar system." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ceres and Vesta were larger and more populous, but the metal for ship plating and reactors, for station decks and shipping containers, for the guns that studded the Free Navy's liberated warships and the rounds that they fired all came from here. If Ganymede was the breadbasket of the Belt, Pallas was its forge.\n\nIt only made sense that the Free Navy should pass through there in its constant voyage through the liberated system, and that it should make sure to leave no resources behind.\n\n\"S'yahaminda, que?\" the harbormaster said, floating in the meeting room's wider end." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a Belter room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No tables, no chairs. Little reference to up or down in its architecture. After so long in a ship built with thrust gravity in mind, Filip thought it felt like home. Authentic in a way that the Martian-designed spaces never could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The harbormaster himself was the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His body was longer than someone who'd spent their childhood with even low, intermittent gravity. His head was larger compared to his body than Filip's or Marco's or Karal's. The harbormaster's left eye was milky and blind where even the pharmaceutical cocktail that made human life in freefall possible had been insufficient to keep the capillaries from dying. He was the kind of man who would never be able to tolerate living on a planetary surface, even for a short period of time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The most extreme end of the Belter physiological spectrum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was exactly who the Free Navy had risen up to protect and represent.\n\nWhich was likely why he seemed so confused and betrayed now.\n\n\"Is it a problem?\" Marco said, shrugging with his hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The way he said it made emptying the warehouses into the void seem like an everyday thing to ask." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip hoisted his own eyebrows to echo his father's disbelief. Karal only glowered and kept one fist on his sidearm.\n\n\"Per es esá mindan hoy,\" he said.\n\n\"I know it's everything,\" Marco said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's the point. So long as it's all here, Pallas will be a target for the inners. Put what you have in containers, fire them off, and only we will know their vectors. We'll track where they are and salvage what we need when we need it. It's not just keeping it out of their hands, it's showing that the station warehouses are empty before they even reach for them, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Per mindan ...\" the harbormaster said, blinking in distress.\n\n\"You'll be paid for it all,\" Filip said. \"Good Free Navy scrip.\"\n\n\"Good, yeah,\" the harbormaster said. \"Aber ...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His blinking redoubled and he looked away from Marco as if the admiral of the Belters' first real armed force was floating half a meter left of where he was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He licked his lips.\n\n\"Aber?\" Marco prompted, matching his accent.\n\n\"Spin classifiers v'reist neue ganga, yeah?\"\n\n\"If you need new parts, then buy new parts,\" Marco said, his voice taking on a dangerous buzz." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aber ...\" The harbormaster swallowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But you used to buy from Earth,\" Marco said. \"And our money doesn't spend there.\"\n\nThe harbormaster lifted a fist in acknowledgment.\n\nMarco's smile was gentle and open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sympathetic. \"No one's money spends there. Not anymore. You buy from the Belt now. Just the Belt.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Belt don't make good parts,\" the harbormaster whined.\n\n\"We make the best parts there are,\" Marco said. \"History's moved on, my friend. Try to keep up. And package everything there is for push-out, sa sa?\"\n\nThe harbormaster met Marco's gaze and lifted his fist again in assent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't as if he had a choice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The advantage of being in command of all the guns was that no matter how nicely you asked for something, it was still an order. Marco pushed off, the thin gravity of Pallas bending the path of his body. He stopped his motion by grabbing handholds at the harbormaster's side, and then embraced him. The harbormaster didn't hug him back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked like a man holding his breath and hoping something dangerous wouldn't notice him as it passed by." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The corridors and passageways leading from the harbormaster's office to the docks were a patchwork of ancient ceramic plating and newer carbon-silicate lace. The lace plating—one of the first new materials put into manufacture after the protomolecule's appearance threw physical chemistry ahead by a few generations—had an eerie rainbow sheen as they floated past it. Like oil on the surface of water. It was supposed to be more resilient than ceramic and titanium, harder and more flexible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one knew how it would age, though if reports from the other worlds were to be trusted, it would likely outlast the people who'd fashioned it by at least an order of magnitude." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Assuming they were making it right. Hard to know.\n\nThe Pallas shuttle was waiting when they reached it, Bastien strapped into the pilot's couch.\n\n\"Bist bien?\" he asked as Marco cycled the airlock closed behind them.\n\n\"As well as could be hoped,\" Marco said, glancing around the small craft." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Six couches, not counting Bastien's pilot's station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Karal was strapping into one, Filip into another. But Marco drifted slowly to the shuttle's floor, his hair settling at his shoulders. He lifted his chin as a question.\n\n\"Rosenfeld went already,\" Bastien said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Been on the Pella for three hours.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Has he now,\" Marco said, and his voice had an edge that maybe only Filip could hear. He slid into his couch and cinched down the straps. \"That's good. Let's join up.\"\n\nBastien cleared with the dock control system, more from habit than need." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco was captain of the Pella, admiral of the Free Navy, and his shuttle would take precedence over any other traffic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Bastien checked anyway, then went through the seals and environment controls again, for what was likely the tenth time. For anyone raised in the Belt, checking the air and the water and the seals on ships and suits was like breathing. Not something you even thought about, just something that happened. People who didn't live that way tended to leave the gene pool early." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They grew a degree heavier as the shuttle launched, then the gimbals in the couches all hissed at once as Bastien fired the maneuvering thrusters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't even a quarter-g burn, and still they reached the Pella in minutes. They cycled through the lock—the same one Naomi had chosen to die in—then floated out into the familiar air of the Pella.\n\nRosenfeld Guoliang was waiting for them.\n\nAll through Filip's life, from his very first memories, the Belt had meant the Outer Planets Alliance, and the OPA had meant the people who mattered most." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His people. It was only as he'd grown up and started being allowed to listen when his father spoke with other adults that his understanding of the OPA became deeper, more nuanced, and the word that redefined his people was alliance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not republic, not unity government, not nation. Alliance. The OPA was a numberless wash of different groups that formed and fell apart and formed again, all of them tacitly agreeing that, whatever their disagreements might be, they were united against the oppression of the inner planets. There were a few large standard bearers under the OPA's flag—Tycho Station under Fred Johnson, and Ceres Station under Anderson Dawes, each with their militias; the ideological provocateurs of the Voltaire Collective; the openly criminal Golden Bough; the nonviolent near-collaborationist Maruttuva Kulu. For each of those, there were dozens—hundreds, maybe—of smaller organizations and associations, cabals and mutual interest societies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What brought them together was the constant economic and military oppression of Earth and Mars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Free Navy was not the OPA, and it was not meant to be. The Free Navy was the strongest of the old order, forged together into a force that didn't need an enemy to define it. It was a promise of a future in which the yoke of the past was not only shrugged off but broken.\n\nThat didn't mean it was free from the past." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rosenfeld was a thin man who managed to slouch even on the float." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His skin was dark and weirdly pebbled, his eyes sunk deep in their sockets. He had tattoos of the OPA's split circle and the knifelike V of the Voltaire Collective, a bright and ready smile, and a sense of barely contained violence. And he was the reason Filip's father had come to Pallas.\n\n\"Marco Inaros,\" Rosenfeld said, spreading his arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Look what you've done, coyo mis!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco launched himself forward into the man's embrace, spinning with him as they held close and slowing when they pulled back. Any distrust Marco held toward Rosenfeld was gone. Or no, not gone, but shifted away for Filip and Karal to feel so that his own pleasure at the reunion could be pure.\n\n\"You look good, old friend,\" Marco said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't,\" Rosenfeld said, \"but I appreciate the lie.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do we need to transfer your men over?\"\n\n\"Already done,\" Rosenfeld said, and Filip glanced to Karal, catching the little scowl at the corner of the older man's mouth. Rosenfeld was a friend, an ally, one of the inner circle of the Free Navy, but he shouldn't have been able to bring his private guard on the ship when Marco wasn't there. The Pella was the flagship of the Free Navy, after all, and temptation was temptation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco and Rosenfeld reached out together, slowed their two-body rotation with a handhold jutting off the lockers, and still arm in arm, pushed out to the corridor and into the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip and Karal followed after.\n\n\"Going to be a hard burn getting to Ceres in time for the meeting,\" Marco said.\n\n\"Your fault. I could have taken my own ship.\"\n\n\"You don't have a gunship.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've lived my whole life in rock hoppers—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even with only the back of his father's head to see, Filip could hear the smile in Marco's voice. \"That was your whole life until now. We've changed the game. Can't have the high command moving unprotected. Even out here, not everyone's with us. Not yet.\"\n\nThey reached the lift that ran the length of the ship, shifted around it, and swam headfirst through the air, down toward the crew decks. Karal looked behind, toward the operations and flight decks, as if to be sure none of Rosenfeld's guard were at their six." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why I waited,\" Rosenfeld said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The good little soldier, mé. Too bad about Johnson and Smith making it safe to Luna. Only took down one out of three?\"\n\n\"Earth was the one that mattered,\" Marco said. Ahead of them, Sárta appeared, floating up past them toward ops. She nodded her greeting as they passed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Earth was always the prime target.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, Secretary-General Gao's with her gods now, and I hope she died screaming\"—Rosenfeld mimed spitting to the side after he said it—\"but this Avasarala who's taken her place—\"\n\n\"A bureaucrat,\" Marco said as they hauled themselves around the corner and into the mess. The tables and benches bolted to the floor, the smell of Martian military food, the colors that had until recently been the banner of the enemy. They all stood in contrast to the men and women in the space." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Belters all, and still Filip could pick out the Free Navy he served with from Rosenfeld's guard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Self from not-self. They could pretend the division wasn't there, but they all knew better. A dozen people, all told, like it was the change of shift. One of the Pella's crew for each of Rosenfeld's, so Karal wasn't the only one to think a little vigilance between friends was a good thing.\n\nOne of the guards tossed Rosenfeld a bulb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Coffee, tea, whiskey, or water, there was no way to know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rosenfeld caught it without missing a beat in the conversation. \"Seems like a bureaucrat with a hate on. You think you can handle her? Nothing personal, coyo, but you've got a blind spot underestimating women.\"\n\nMarco went still. Even as Filip saw it, his mouth flooded with a coppery taste. Karal grunted softly, and when Filip looked to him, his jaw had slid forward and his hands were fists at his sides." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rosenfeld took a place against a wall, his expression a mask of empathy and apology." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But maybe this isn't the place to say it. Sorry for the sore spot.\"\n\n\"Nothing hurt,\" Marco said. \"We'll chew it all through on Ceres.\"\n\n\"Gathering of the tribes,\" Rosenfeld said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Looking forward to it. Next phase should be interesting.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Will be,\" Marco said. \"Karal can put you and yours in the right cabins. Should plan to keep there. It's going to be a hard burn.\"\n\n\"Will do, Admiral.\"\n\nMarco pulled himself out of the room, floating down toward the machine shop and engineering without so much as meeting Filip's eye." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip waited for a moment, uncertain whether to follow or stay here, whether he'd been dismissed from duty or was still at his post." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rosenfeld smiled and winked a bumpy eyelid at him before turning to his men. Something had happened there; he could feel it in the air and in the way Karal held himself. Something important. And from the way his father acted, he had to think it was something to do with him.\n\nHe put his hand on Karal's wrist. \"What is it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing,\" Karal said, lying badly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothing to worry over.\"\n\n\"Karal?\"\n\nThe older man pressed his lips together, stretched his neck. He didn't look at Filip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Karal. Something I should ask them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, Karal shook his head. He shouldn't ask. Karal licked his lips nervously, shook his head again, sighed, and spoke low and calm. \"Was a report back a while. Observation data from the ... ah ... from the Chetzemoka. About how the ships with Johnson and Smith didn't die?\"\n\n\"And?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And,\" Karal said, the word as dense as lead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he went on, which was how Filip Inaros, in front of Rosenfeld and his half dozen smirking guards, learned that his mother was still alive. And that everyone on the Pella knew it but him.\n\nUnder burn, he dreamed.\n\nHe was standing at the same door as before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even though it would change what it looked like, it was always the same door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was screaming, beating his hands against it, trying to get in. Before, there had been the sense of fear, the oceanic sorrow of impending loss, the dread. Now there was only humiliation. Rage lit him like a fire, and he pushed to get through the door, into whatever chamber lay beyond it, not to save something precious but to end it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And shouting, he woke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The weight of a full g pressed him into the gel. The Pella murmured around him, the vibration of the drive and the hushing of the air recyclers like a voice whispering something just too softly to make out. It was an effort to wipe away the tears. They weren't tears of sorrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For that he'd have to be sad." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was only certain.\n\nThere was someone he hated more than James Holden." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide four sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was something to be said for living a life that didn't involve lengthy interrogations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By that standard, at least, Holden had not lived his well. When he and the rest of the Rocinante's crew had agreed to be debriefed, he'd guessed that it would be more than just the events surrounding the attack on Earth by the Free Navy. There was more than enough to talk about, after all. The chief engineer on Tycho Station who'd been exposed as a mole for Marco Inaros, the abduction and rescue of Monica Stuart, the loss of the protomolecule sample, the attack that had nearly killed Fred Johnson." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And that was just for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi and Alex and even Amos would have whole volumes of their own to contribute.\n\nHe hadn't expected that the questioning would spread out from there like a gas to fill all available space. For weeks now, his days had been filled with twelve to sixteen hours of talking through anything and everything in his life. The names and histories of all eight of his parents." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His school records. His abortive naval career." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What he knew about Naomi, about Alex, about Fred Johnson. His relationship with the OPA, with Dmitri Havelock, with Detective Miller. Even after hours of review, he wasn't sure about that last one. Sitting in the small room across from the UN interrogators, Holden had done his best to take apart his life until that point and lay it open before them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The process chafed him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The questions cycled back and jumped around, as if they were trying to catch him out in a lie. They went into strange little cul-de-sacs—What were the names of the people he'd served with in the Navy? What did he know about each of them?—and stayed there far longer than seemed justified. His two primary questioners were a tall, light-skinned woman with a long, serious face named Markov and a short, pudgy man called Glenndining with hair and skin the same color of brown." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They took turns pushing him and building rapport, subtly cutting him down to see if he'd get angry and what he'd say when he did, and then being almost uncomfortably affectionate with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They brought him limp, greasy sandwiches to eat or fresh pastries with some of the best coffee he'd ever had. They turned the lights down almost to darkness or brightened them until they were nearly blinding. They strolled in the hopping lunar shuffle down through the hallways from the docks or they stayed in a cramped steel box of a room. Holden felt as though his personal history was being scraped down to dry pulp like a lime at a really cheap bar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If there was a drop more of juice in him, they'd press it out somehow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was easy to forget that these were his allies, that he'd agreed to this. More than once, he'd been curled up in his bunk after a long day, hovering on the edge of sleep, and found his mind half-dreaming plans to break the ship out of prison and escape.\n\nIt didn't help that, in the dark sky above them, Earth was dying by centimeters. The newsfeeds that remained had mostly relocated to the Lagrange stations and Luna, but a few were still functioning down on the planetary surface." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Between the interrogation sessions and sleep, Holden didn't have much time to watch them, but the snippets he heard were enough." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Overstrained infrastructure, ecosystem trauma, chemical changes in the ocean and atmosphere. There had been thirty billion people on the overcrowded Earth, dependent on a vast network of machinery to keep them fed and hydrated and not drowning in their own waste. A third of those, by the more pessimistic estimates, had already died. Holden had seen a few seconds of a report discussing how the death count in Western Europe was being done by assaying atmospheric changes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How much methane and cadaverine were in the air let them guess how many people were rotting in the ruined streets and cities." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was the scale of the disaster.\n\nHe'd felt guilty turning the feed off. The least he could do was watch. Be there as the ecosphere that bore him and his family and everyone else not very many generations back collapsed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Earth deserved witnesses. He was tired though, and frightened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even after he'd killed the feed, he hadn't been able to sleep.\n\nNot all the news was bad. Mother Elise got a message through to him that the farm in Montana, while badly damaged, had proven self-sufficient enough to keep his parents alive. There was even enough surplus that they'd been able to help with some of the relief efforts in Bozeman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And as the muddy clouds of grit and ash settled down to poison the oceans, more and more relief flights had been able to dive down the gravity well and come back up filled with refugees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The physical capabilities of Luna Base were beginning to be stressed, though. The air recyclers were being pushed to their limits so that every breath Holden took in the halls and corridors of the station felt like it had just come out of someone else's mouth. Cots and privacy tents filled the food courts and public spaces. The crew of the Rocinante had given up their quarters in the station and moved back onto the ship to make more space." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And also to live in their own bubble of clean air and well-filtered water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a little disingenuous to pretend the move was altruistic. The ship was quiet and empty and familiar. The only things that kept Holden from feeling perfectly comfortable were the silence that came from the powered-down reactor and the ghostlike presence of Clarissa Mao.\n\n\"Why does she bother you so much?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi asked. They were in their shared cabin, held to the bunk by the moon's fractional gravity and their own exhaustion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She killed a bunch of people,\" Holden said, his sleepiness robbing him of the ability to think clearly. \"Is that not enough? It seems like it should be enough.\"\n\nThe cabin was at low light. The crash couch cradled their paired bodies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt Naomi's breath against his side, familiar and warm and grounding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her voice had the same slushy softness as his. They were both almost too tired to sleep. \"That was a different her.\"\n\n\"Everyone else seems certain of that. Not sure how we got there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I think Alex is still not sure about her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But Amos is. And you are.\"\n\nShe made a thick sound in the back of her throat. Her eyes were closed. Even in the dimness, he could see the deeper darkness of her lids." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He thought for a moment she'd managed to fall asleep, but then she spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have to believe she can change. That people can.\"\n\n\"You weren't like her,\" Holden said. \"Even when ... even when people died, you weren't like her. You're not a cold-blooded killer.\"\n\n\"Amos is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"True. But Amos is Amos. It's different in my head.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because?\"\n\n\"Because he's Amos. He's like a pit bull. You know he could tear your throat out, but he's loyal to a fault and you just want to hug him.\" She smiled slowly. She could do that. A drawing up of a muscle in her face, and Holden filled with hope and warmth and even a kind of grim optimism that said the universe couldn't all be shit if it had a woman like this in it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He rested his hand on her hip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You didn't fall in love with me for my ethical consistency, did you?\"\n\n\"Despite it,\" she chuckled. Then a moment later, \"You had a cute butt.\"\n\n\"Had? Past tense?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need to get back on the system,\" she said, changing the subject." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't let me fall asleep until I've checked for updates.\"\n\n\"The missing ships?\" he asked, and she nodded.\n\nAs hard as his own inquisition had been, Naomi's was worse. She'd always been quiet about her past, about how she'd become the woman she was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now she had traded that privacy away for a blanket amnesty for the crew, and for herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her versions of Markov and Glenndining weren't just asking about a failed naval career and contract work for Fred Johnson. She was their window straight into Marco Inaros. She'd been his lover. The mother of his child, a fact Holden was still trying to wrap his head around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd been held captive on his flagship before and after the hammer fell on Earth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew the toll the marathon debriefing was taking on him. It had to be a thousand times harder for her.\n\nWhich, he assumed, was why she threw herself into the mystery of the missing ships. She'd been the first among them to notice that the set of vessels that had vanished in their transits through the ring gates and the stolen Martian warships that became the Free Navy didn't overlap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some ships were stolen by Marco and his crew, and some just vanished without a trace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were two things going on, and he couldn't begrudge her wanting to spend her off time focused on the other one.\n\nBut she had to sleep. If for no other reason than his belief that if she finally slept, he would too.\n\n\"I promise nothing,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" she said. \"Then wake me up early so I'll have time to check before the next session.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Promise.\"\n\nHe lay beside her in the gloom until her breath stuttered, deepened, became the regular, powerful pulse of sleep. When he was still awake after five minutes of listening to her, he knew his own rest wasn't coming. He stood, and for a moment, she went silent, moving up toward wakefulness before the deep breath returned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden let himself out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The halls of the Rocinante were also dim, set for a night cycle. Holden made his way to the lift. Voices filtered to him from the galley: Amos' affable rumble and the thinner, reedy sound of Clarissa's voice. He paused, listened, then hauled himself up the ladder to the ops deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lunar gravity was light enough that using the lift seemed silly, so he just pulled himself up, hand over hand, until he got there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cabin lights were out, so Alex was only lit by the backsplash from the screen.\n\n\"Hey there,\" Alex drawled as Holden settled himself into a couch. \"Can't sleep?\"\n\n\"Apparently not,\" Holden sighed. \"You?\"\n\n\"I hate the gravity here. It feels like we're moving too slow. I keep wanting to gun the engines. But there aren't any engines and we aren't going anywhere. It should be a drive holdin' me down, but it's just a big hunk of rock.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex gestured toward the newsfeed playing silently on his screen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A woman in a bright red hijab was speaking earnestly into the camera. Holden recognized her as a well-respected Martian journalist, but he couldn't remember her name. \"It just keeps coming. They're calling it a mutiny. Keep talking about dereliction of duty and abandoning their post and black market sales of equipment.\"\n\n\"That doesn't sound good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sounds better than what it was,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was a coup. It was a civil war, only instead of fighting, a fifth of the military just packed themselves off through the ring gates with all our stuff. Well, all our stuff they didn't trade to these Free Navy assholes.\"\n\n\"Any word where they were going?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" Alex said. \"At least none they're reporting.\"\n\nThe woman in the hijab—Fatim Wilson, that was the name—vanished, but the feed spooled on with images of empty docks on Mars and then a group of protesters milling around and shouting at the camera." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden couldn't tell what they were for or against." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The way things were now, he wasn't sure they'd have been able to tell him either.\n\n\"If they ever come back, they'll all be tried for treason,\" Alex said. \"Makes me think they weren't planning to get back home anytime soon.\"\n\n\"So,\" Holden said. \"Martian coup. Free Navy killing the shit out of Earth. Pirates stripping down all the colony ships that were heading out. Medina Station's gone dark. And we-don't-know-what eating some of the ships that go through the gates.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex opened his mouth to reply, but his screen flicked and chimed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A high-priority connection request.\n\n\"One damned thing after another,\" Alex said, accepting the connection, \"when it ain't a whole bunch of damned things at once.\"\n\nChrisjen Avasarala appeared on the screen. Her hair was perfectly in place, her sari a gemlike shimmering green." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only her eyes and the set of her mouth showed the fatigue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain Holden,\" she said. \"I need to meet with you and your crew. At once.\"\n\n\"Naomi's asleep,\" Holden said without pausing to think. Avasarala smiled. It wasn't a pleasant expression." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So I'll go wake her up. And we'll be right over.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you, Captain,\" the acting ruler of Earth said and signed off.\n\nSilence filled the deck. \"You notice how she didn't say anything obscene or offensive?\" Holden said.\n\n\"Did notice that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden took a deep breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That can't be good.\"\n\nThe meeting room was near the moon's surface, and it was built like a classroom or a church: a podium at the front and rows of chairs before it, but the podium was empty and a dozen of the chairs had been pushed into a rough circle. Avasarala sat with Fred Johnson—the head of Tycho Station and once a spokesman of the OPA—and Martian Prime Minister Smith to her left and Bobbie Draper to her right. Both Smith and Johnson were in their shirtsleeves, and all of them looked tired." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden, Naomi, Alex, and Amos sat together in a group across from them, a couple of chairs marking the border on either side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden didn't realize until they'd all sat down that Clarissa hadn't come. He hadn't even considered bringing her. This was a meeting of the Rocinante's crew, after all, and she was ...\n\nAvasarala tapped her hand terminal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A schematic popped into place in the space in the center of the circle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Earth, Luna, the Lagrange stations were all glowing gold. The naval ships that formed the blockade that intercepted and destroyed the Free Navy's follow-up attacks were in green. A separate model showed the inner system—Sol, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, and the major Belt stations like Ceres and Pallas—with a scattering of red dots like the lesions of a rash.\n\n\"The red's Free Navy,\" Avasarala said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In person, her voice sounded raspy, like she'd been coughing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden couldn't tell if she'd only been talking too much or if she'd been breathing in Lunar fines: dust too small to be stopped even by the best filters and that still made the station air stink of gunpowder. \"We've been tracking their movements. There's an anomaly. This one.\"\n\nShe prodded her hand terminal, and the two displays merged, one expanding, the other shrinking, until they showed the same stretch of space. The red dot stood off apart from the stations and planets, floating in a vast emptiness where the orbital mechanics left it mostly alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi leaned forward, fighting to keep her eyes focused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was too tired for this.\n\n\"What's that doing out there?\" Naomi asked, and her voice was clear enough.\n\n\"Spotting,\" Fred said. \"Its transponder's off, but it appears to be a prospecting ship. The Azure Dragon out of Ceres. It's crewed by radical OPA.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Meaning now maybe with the Free Navy. The rocks they've been throwing?\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Coordinated by that little fucker there,\" Avasarala said. And then, with an exhausted shrug, \"We think. What we know is this: As long as those pigfuckers can keep throwing rocks at us, we're pinned. Our ships don't dare move, and Marco Inaros can claim whatever the hell he wants in the outer planets.\"\n\nSmith leaned forward, speaking with his calm, almost apologetic tone. \"If Chrisjen's intelligence service is right and this ship is guiding the attacks, this is a critical target against the Free Navy. You know that Colonel Johnson, Secretary-General Avasarala, and I have been forming a joint task force? This will be their first field operation. Capture or destroy the Azure Dragon and reduce the ability of the enemy to launch assaults against Earth. Give some damn breathing room to the combined fleet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the first time Holden had heard the term combined fleet, and he liked the way it sounded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't the only one.\n\n\"Shit,\" Amos said. \"And here I was enjoying being so absolutely thumb-up-the-ass useless.\"\n\n\"You want a little ass-play, that's your business,\" Avasarala said. \"Only you can do it in a crash couch. The Rocinante isn't part of the fleet, so losing it won't leave a hole in our defenses. And I understand you've got a few after-market add-ons—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Keel-mounted rail gun,\" Alex said with a grin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"—that scream of overcompensating for tiny, tiny penises, but might prove useful. The mission commander has requested you and your ship, and honestly none of you are worth a wet slap at this point except Miss Nagata anyway, so—\"\n\n\"Wait,\" Holden said. \"The mission commander? No.\"\n\nAvasarala met his gaze, and her expression was hard as granite. \"No?\"\n\nHolden didn't flinch. \"The Rocinante doesn't go under anyone's command but ours. I understand that this is a big joint task force and we're all in everything together. But the Roci isn't just a ship, it's our home. If you want to hire us, fine. We'll take the job, and we'll get it done. If you want to put a commander in place and expect us to follow their orders, then the answer's no.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Captain Holden—\" Avasarala began." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This isn't a negotiation. This is just how it's going to be,\" Holden said.\n\nThree of the most powerful people in the solar system, the heads of the central factions that had struggled against each other for generations, looked at each other. Smith's eyebrows rode high on his forehead and he looked anxiously around the room. Fred leaned forward, staring at Holden like he was disappointed in him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only Avasarala had a glint of amusement in her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden glanced at his crew. Naomi's arms were crossed. Alex's head was lifted, his chin pushed forward. Amos was smiling exactly the way he always did. A unified front." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie cleared her throat. \"It's me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What now?\" Holden said.\n\n\"It's me,\" Bobbie repeated. \"I'm the mission commander. But if you really don't—\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Holden said. \"No. No, that's different.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait wait wait!\" Salis shouted into his suit radio. The base of the rail gun was ten meters across, built in a rough hexagon, and massing more than a small ship. At his words, a half dozen construction thrusters along the great beast's side fired off, jetting ejection mass into the void. The calibration meter on Salis' mech cycled down to zero; the hairbreadth movement of the great beast stopped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They floated together—inhumanly large weapon, softly glowing alien station, and Salis in his spiderlike safety-yellow construction mech." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A que, coyo?\" Jakulski, their tech supervisor, asked in his ear.\n\n\"Reading drift,\" Salis said, playing his ranging lasers over the rail gun and the socket mount it was meant to lock into. It had been hard work, fitting the alien station with the three wide belts of ceramic, carbon-silicate lace, and steel. Now it looked like a vast blue ball with rubber bands around it, each at right angles to the other two." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And where the lines crossed, rail gun turrets squatted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had turned out it was impossible to drill into the alien station. Welding didn't work, because the surface wouldn't melt. Wrapping the whole damn thing up had been the only viable alternative for attaching things to it.\n\n\"Que mas que?\" Jakulski asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shift one minute ten seconds relative z, minus eight seconds relative y.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Savvy,\" Jakulski said. The construction thrusters along the length of the rail gun stuttered, impulse and counterimpulse. All around them, the gates dotted the sky with only a little over thirteen hundred bright spots, barren and empty and threateningly regular. Medina Station itself was the only other object, and it was far enough away that Salis could have covered the whole structure—drum, drive, and command—with his outstretched thumb. The slow zone, they still called it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even though the weird limit on speed had been lifted, the name was the name, and it carried a sense of strangeness and doom with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most of his work was inside Medina. Heading out into the vacuum was a rare thing, and now he was here he didn't like it much. He kept turning away from the job to look out into the black. It had been almost the end of his first week on the job before he realized he was looking for the Milky Way, and that he kept looking because it wasn't there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bist bien?\" Jakulski asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Moment,\" Salis said, checking the ranging lasers again. He glanced up the length of the great barrel while the mech struggled again to get a fix on the thing's skin and the socket. The few rail guns he'd seen before had been made from titanium and ceramic. These new materials Duarte was sending through the Laconia gate were bleeding-edge, though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't only the iridescence of the carbon-silicate lace plating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The power cores that ran the guns and the frictionless ammunition feeds that supplied them were ... strange.\n\nThe designs were elegant, sure. But they were just magnetic rails powered by fusion cores same as any ship's. And they did what they needed to do, but there was something off about the way they came together, a sense of being not manufactured so much as tested for." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A kind of awkwardness and beauty that made Salis think of plants more than machines." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't only the new materials that went into them. Ever since the ring gate lifted itself off Venus, there had been bits of new one thing and another. It was the scale of it. And maybe something else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ranging lasers reported back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bien,\" Salis said. \"Bring the bastard home.\"\n\nJakulski didn't reply, but the thrusters fired. Salis kept painting socket and rail gun alike, making manual reading after manual reading. It was the sort of thing he usually left to the mech's system, but the new materials sometimes caused the laser to throw false errors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And it was better to be certain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The station had been still as stone in the years since the gates had opened. Didn't mean ramming a great damned machine into it wouldn't provoke a response.\n\nIt took the better part of a shift to bring the massive thing in, but eventually it locked into place. The turret settled, absorbed what little momentum was left in it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The socket closed around it, leaving Salis with the uncomfortable image of gigantic lips closing very slowly around a huge straw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pulling back,\" Salis said.\n\n\"Clar à test, you?\"\n\n\"Moment,\" Salis said, pushing off from the station. He floated out into the emptiness to where Roberts and Vandercaust waited, strapped into their own mechs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mech's attitude thruster brought him to a relative stop at their side and turned him back to look at their work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the group channel, Roberts grunted.\n\n\"Víse ca bácter,\" she said. It was true enough. With the guns strapped at the top and bottom of all three axes, the station did look a little like something seen through a microscope." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A macrovirus, maybe. Or a minimalist streptococcus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In place,\" Salis said. \"Clar à test.\"\n\n\"Three,\" Jakulski said, \"two, one.\"\n\nThe rail gun beneath them shifted in its socket like something waking from sleep. For a moment, it seemed to drift like a reed caught in a current of aether." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then it snapped into place, jittering from one position to the next too quickly for Salis' eyes to see the motion between, faster than the twitch of an insect's leg." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It cycled through, taking aim on each of the gates in its field of vision. With the layout they had, at least two of the guns would be able to sight every gate, and most gates fell in the arc of three. Salis had seen pictures of old fortifications overlooking the sea back on Earth. They'd never made sense to him before—too flat to apply to his own experience—but this was the same thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The high guns that would protect Medina Station from invading ships forever." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt some emotion stirring in his chest, and it could have been pride or dread.\n\n\"Bien,\" Jakulski said. He sounded almost surprised. Like he'd expected the gun to rip itself loose and spin out into the nothing sky. \"Pull back for live fire.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pulling back, us,\" Vandercaust said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't put a round through us, sa sa?\"\n\n\"I do, and you let me know, eh?\" Jakulski laughed. Easy for him. Not like he was out here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then, not like the guns couldn't turn Medina to chaff too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salis and the others pulled back fifty klicks, flipped, and decelerated for another fifty. The darkness was unnerving. Back on the other side of the gate, it was never this dark. There was always the sun and the stars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stopped and stable,\" Roberts said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hast du dui painted friendly?\"\n\n\"Do. It shoots you, that'll mean something's wrong. Setting target,\" Jakulski said, and Salis upped the magnification on his mech. There, in false-color readout, was the alien station. This far out, he could see three of the six guns." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sensor arrays bist bien. Firing in three, two, one ...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A puff of vapor spat out the tip of the gun—charged gas making a brief extension to the barrel and putting a little more speed into the round. Salis' mech shuddered, the magnetic spill from the rails affecting his systems even this far out. He didn't see the rounds the rail gun fired. In the time it took for the harsh feedback tick to go from his radio to his ear, the tungsten slug was already through the target gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or out into the weird non-space between them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the false-color display, a ripple passed through the alien station like what he'd see in a sphere of floating water when one part of it got touched. The ripple died out before it even circled the station once.\n\n\"La que vist?\" Jakulski asked.\n\n\"Nothing,\" Salis said. \"It looks fine. Tu?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Station glow only thing,\" Jakulski said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In all of their tests, the only reaction the station ever had to being pushed by the rail gun shots was a shower of photons.\n\n\"Nothing else?\"\n\n\"Nope.\"\n\n\"Drift?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No drift.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was what they wanted to see. The rail guns were big enough, powerful enough, that even keel-mounted on a ship, firing them would have been difficult. Mounted on turrets like they were, they should have been as much thruster as weapon, driving themselves away from whatever they were shooting at fast enough that they'd be hard to catch.\n\nExcept the station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever the aliens did to shrug off equal and opposite reactions, it only generated enough energy to throw a little light, and it didn't seem to bring any kind of countermeasures against them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, Salis wasn't exactly looking forward to heading back and checking the sockets and bases.\n\n\"You hear Casil talk?\" Vandercaust said. \"About why it don't move when we push it?\"\n\n\"No,\" said Roberts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Said it does, but the ring space moves with it, so we can't see it happening.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Casil's crazy.\"\n\n\"Sí ai.\"\n\n\"Sending us back in?\" Salis asked into his radio." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Moment,\" Jakulski said, and then, \"Bien. Cleared, you. Keep tus augen wide, anything not right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not right meaning cracks in the housings, meaning leakage of the fluid tanks, meaning failures in the reactors or the ammunition feeds.\n\nMeaning the eyes of an ancient god looking at them. Or something worse.\n\n\"Savvy,\" Salis said, checking his thrusters. \"Going in.\"\n\nThe three mech drivers shifted and launched themselves back toward the station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Medina floated to his right: the still drive cone, the turning drum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salis looked out past it like he was searching for a familiar face, but the stars still weren't there.\n\nThe internal drum section of Medina Station had a straight-line sun that burned at the center of rotation from the command center all the way down to the engineering decks. The full-spectrum light from it came down on the curved farmland and the wide, bent lake that had once been meant to carry a city of Mormon faithful to the stars. Salis sat in an open-air bar with Vandercaust and Roberts, drinking beer and eating white kibble that tasted of cheese powder and mushroom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind and before him, the landscape curved up to lose itself in the sun's bright line." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To his left and right, the full length of the drum spinning at about the g of Luna. The gentle breeze that breathed against the back of his neck came from spinward, same as it ever did.\n\nWhen he'd been a boy, Salis had seen the Big Room caverns on Iapetus. He'd walked under the false skies on Ceres." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The drum at Medina was the nearest thing he could imagine to sitting on Earth as it had been before the rocks came down: unregulated atmosphere above him and the thin crust and mantle holding him above the core of molten stone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No matter how many times he came here, it felt exotic.\n\n\"Flyers up again,\" Roberts said, squinting up into the light. Salis looked up. There, almost silhouetted by the brightness, five bodies floated in the air, arms and legs outstretched. They seemed to be flying from behind Salis, curving up ahead like the fields of soybean and maize, but the truth was they were the bodies at rest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "About five months before, some adolescent idiot had figured out how to lay down a temporary track that could accelerate people anti-spinward to match the drum's rotation and let them launch themselves up, weightless in the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So long as no one got too near the artificial sun or failed to match the drum's acceleration before they came back down, it was supposed to be good fun.\n\nTwo streaks of vapor reached out from the engineering decks toward them, and Salis pointed toward them. \"Security got them, yeah.\"\n\nVandercaust shook his shaggy gray head. \"Ton muertas.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Young and stupid. But it's what the Roman said: Fihi m'fihi,\" Roberts said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her voice had more sympathy, but she was also nearer the age of the illegal flyers. \"You born stone and sober, que?\"\n\n\"Born with respect,\" Vandercaust said. \"My shit only kills me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roberts' shrug was a surrender." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On ships—real ships—back on the right side of the gates, keeping the environment safe was always the first thing. Double-check what had already been double-checked, clean what was already cleaned. Playing fast and loose was a quick way to die, and your family and crew along with you. There was something about the big stations—Ceres, Hygeia, Ganymede, and now Medina—that gave kids license to be dumb. Reckless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stability, Salis thought. Having a room as massive as the drum did something to people's heads." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt it too; it seemed too big to break. Didn't matter that nothing was really that big. Anything could get broken. Earth got broken. Acting like risks weren't risks put all of them in danger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even so, there was part of him that was sorry to see the security crew lock down the flyers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kids being kids. There should be a place for that somewhere. Martians had that. Earthers had that. It was only the Belters who'd spent too many generations dying for their first fuckup to let their kids play sometimes.\n\nHe squinted into the brightness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The security and the flyers were heading down to the surface now, foggy trails of their suit thrusters making wide, slow spirals centered on the bright line of sun as they came down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Too bad,\" he said. Vandercaust grunted.\n\n\"You hear about the gang showers in F-section?\" Roberts said. \"Blocked up again.\"\n\n\"Alles designed con full g,\" Vandercaust said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Same thing with the farms. Fields aren't draining like they should. Spin the drum up the way los Mormons meant, it'd work.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roberts laughed. \"It would, we wouldn't. All smashed flat, us.\"\n\n\"Better to change it,\" Vandercaust said around a bite of kibble.\n\n\"We do enough, it'll work,\" Salis said. \"Ship with this much redundancy? If we can't make it right, we don't deserve it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He drank the last of his beer and stood, lifting a hand to ask if either of his crewmates wanted another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vandercaust did. Roberts didn't. Salis stepped across the dirt to the bar. That was part of it, he decided. The plants and the false sun and the breeze that smelled of leaves and rot and fresh growth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Medina's drum was the only place he'd ever lived where he could walk on soil." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not just dirt and dust—those were everywhere—but soil. Salis didn't know why that was different, but it was.\n\nThe man at the bar swapped out Salis' bulb for a fresh, and a second besides for Vandercaust. When he got back to their table, the conversation had moved on from the flyers to the colonies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wasn't that big a shift." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From people taking stupid risks to people taking stupid risks.\n\n\"Aldo says there was another bunch of threats coming out of the Jerusalem gate,\" Roberts said. \"We send their reactor core, or they come get it.\"\n\n\"Surprise them if they do,\" Vandercaust said, taking the fresh bulb from Salis." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Guns up, and it's past time for alles la.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe,\" Roberts said, then coughed. \"Maybe we should give it to them, yeah?\"\n\nVandercaust scowled. \"For for?\"\n\n\"They need and we have is all,\" Roberts said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vandercaust made a dismissive wave of his hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Who gives a shit what they need? But something in Roberts' voice caught Salis' attention. Like she'd said more than she'd said. He met her dark eyes and lifted his chin as a question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The words she was trying to say pushed her head forward like a nod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can help if we want. Might as well, sí no? No reason no, since we're not what we were anymore, us,\" she said. Vandercaust scowled, but Roberts went on. \"We did it. Us. Today.\"\n\n\"Que done que, us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vandercaust said. His voice was rough, but if Roberts heard it, she didn't stop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her eyes glittered like she was about to cry. When she spoke, it was like water coming out a snapped pipe. Her voice gushed and pulsed and gushed again.\n\n\"Always, it's been when we find place. Ceres o Pallas o the big Lagranges never got built. Mi tía talked about making a station for all Belters alles. Capitol city à te void. It's this. Belters built it. Belters live in it. Belters gave it power. Y because of guns we put in, it's ours forever. We made this place home today. Not just our home, ours. All of ours. Esá es homeland now. Because of us three.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears dripped down her cheeks, slow in the sixth g. Joy lit her from inside like a fire, and it left Salis embarrassed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing Roberts like this was like walking in on someone pissing—intimate and wrong. But when he looked away, the drum spread out around them. The plants, the soil, the land above him squinting down at him like a sky.\n\nHe'd been on Medina for fifteen months." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Longer than he'd ever been on a station in his life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd come because Marco Inaros and the Free Navy needed people here. He hadn't thought about what it meant, except he'd known in his gut he was more OPA than the OPA, and that was what Free Navy meant. Now, maybe, he caught a glimpse of what it was behind that. Not a war forever. A place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Homeland,\" he said, speaking carefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like the word was made from glass, and could cut him if he said it too hard. \"Because the rail guns.\"\n\n\"Because something's ours,\" Roberts said. \"And because now they can't take it away.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Salis felt something in his chest, and he let his mind poke at it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pride, he decided. It was pride. He tried a smile and turned it to Roberts, who was grinning back. She was right. This was the place. Their place. Whatever else happened, they'd have Medina." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vandercaust shrugged, took a long pull from his bulb, and belched." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Besse for us,\" he said. \"But here's for that? They ever do take it away, we sure as shit never get it back again.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like James S. A. Corey would" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't trust anything about this,\" Michio Pa said.\n\nJosep yawned and propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her. He was a beautiful man in a slightly ruined way. He wore his hair longer than a crew cut, shorter than his shoulders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The gray in it still only a highlight in the black." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Decades had roughened his skin, and the ink there told the story of his life: the neck tattoo of the OPA's split circle that had been covered over later to make the upraised fist of a radical collective long since collapsed. The elaborate cross on his shoulder, inscribed in a moment of faith and kept after that faith had crumbled. Phrases written along his wrists and down his side—No more water, the fire next time and To love someone is to see them as God intended them and Ölüm y chuma pas pas fóvos—spoke of the various men he had been in his life. His incarnations. That was part of why Pa felt so close to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was younger than him by almost a decade, but she'd been through incarnations too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Which 'this'?\" he asked. \"There's so many things not to trust.\"\n\n\"Inaros calling in the clans,\" she said, rolling over and gathering a blanket with her as she did. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable naked, only now that their coupling was done, she was ready to go back to their more formal roles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or something closer to them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Josep noted it and without comment went from being one of her husbands to her chief engineer. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.\n\n\"Is it the meeting or the man?\" he asked.\n\n\"Any of it,\" she said. \"Something's not right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You say it, and I believe.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know. This is the part where I always do this. The coyo in charge changes the plan and I start looking for them to be the next Ashford. The next Fred fucking Johnson. It's my pattern.\"\n\n\"Is. Doesn't mean your pattern doesn't match. What's in your head?\"\n\nPa leaned forward, chewing her lip. She could feel the thoughts bumping around like blind fish, searching for the words that would give them form. Josep waited." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the terms of their ketubah, the marriage group was seven people: her and Josep, Nadia, Bertold, Laura, Evans, and Oksana." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had all kept their own surnames, and they made the Connaught's permanent crew. The others who served under her came and went, respected that she was captain, that her orders were fair, and that she didn't show any overt favoritism to her spouses, but there was the understanding always that the core of the ship was her family, and no threat to it would be tolerated. The idea of separating family from crew was an inner-planets thing, one example of the unconscious prejudice that made Earthers and Martians treat life aboard ships as somehow different from real life.\n\nFor them, the rules changed when the airlock closed, even if they didn't know themselves well enough to see it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For Belters, there was no division." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Doctrine of the One Ship, she'd heard it called. That there was only one ship, and it had countless parts as a single body had countless cells. The Connaught was one part, as were all the ragtag ships under her command: Panshin, Solano, Witch of Endor, Serrio Mal, and a dozen more. And her fleet was only part of the Free Navy: a vast organism that passed information between its cells with tightbeam and radio, that consumed food and fuel, that worked its own slow destiny among the planets like a massive fish in the greater sea of the sky." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By some interpretations, even the Earther and Martian ships were part of the same one-ship, but for her, that always ran into conversations about cancers and autoimmune disorders, and the metaphor failed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, there was a reason she was thinking of it now.\n\n\"We aren't coordinated,\" she said, trying out the words as she said them. \"When you push off with a foot, you reach out with a hand. One movement. We aren't like that. Inaros and military. Sanjrani and the finances. Rosenfeld and his production and design. Us. We're not the same thing yet.\"\n\n\"We're new at this,\" Josep said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The words could have been a refutation, a way to explain away her unease." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From him, it was an offering. Something to react to that would help her mind come clearer.\n\n\"Maybe,\" she said. \"Hard to say. May be we're supposed to be puppets and the strings all run to the Pella. Himself changes his mind, and we all jump.\"\n\nJosep shrugged, his warm eyes narrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's delivered. Ships, fuel, ammunition, drives. Freedom. He's done what he said he'd do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could feel the gentle provocation in his words, and it was what she needed.\n\n\"He's done what he says he said. His real record's not so good. Johnson's alive. Smith's alive. Ganymede's only gone neutral. We're still throwing rocks at Earth and no surrender's coming from them anytime soon. Go back and look at everything he promised, and it's not what's on the plate.\"\n\n\"Politicians since immer and always, that. Still more than anyone else has done for the Belt. Inners are on their heels now. And with the Hornblower and ships like her, we'll have stockpiles to last years. That's our part. Keep everyone with food and air and supplies. Give us a chance to make the Belt without a boot on our necks.\"\n\nPa sighed and scratched her knee—her nails against her skin with sound as soft and dry as sand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air recycler clicked and hummed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The drive that pressed them both down toward the deck throbbed.\n\n\"Yeah,\" she said.\n\n\"But?\"\n\n\"But,\" she said, and left it at that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her unease didn't find any further words that fit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe they'd come in time or maybe she'd come to peace without having to speak them.\n\nJosep shifted his weight and nodded toward the crash couch. \"You want me to stay?\"\n\nPa considered. It might have been a kindness to say yes, but the truth was whoever she shared her body with, she slept better alone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Josep's smile meant he'd heard her answer anyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was part of what she loved about him. He stepped forward, kissed her on the forehead where her hairline met the skin, and started pulling on his jumpsuit. \"Tea, maybe?\"\n\n\"I don't think so,\" she said.\n\n\"You should,\" Josep said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was more than he usually did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right.\" She shrugged off the blanket, cleaned up, and put her own clothes on too. When they stepped out into the Martian gunship's galley, she leaned against him. None of the other crew were there, after all. Just Oksana and Laura finishing bowls of mushroom and sauce. Just family." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Josep angled toward a different bench, and she let him set them a little apart from their wives." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oksana laughed at something. Laura said something acid and cutting, but she said it without any heat. Pa didn't catch the words.\n\nJosep pulled bulbs of tea for them both and then sat in companionable silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sipped, and the astringent bite of the tea mixed with the aftermath of sex to settle her without her even knowing she'd been unsettled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she sighed, Josep raised his eyebrows.\n\n\"Yes,\" Pa said. \"You're very smart. This is what I wanted.\"\n\nHe sketched a bow, and then sobered. \"Thinking about what you said? About coordinated?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't worry,\" she said, but he went on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've been betrayed by men who were supposed to be your leaders. Johnson when we were OPA. Ashford on the Behemoth. Okulski with the union. We went independent because, yeah? Only now we're not independent. Now we're Free Navy, because Inaros convinced us to. Not just you. Us.\"\n\n\"You're right,\" Pa said. \"I'm probably just pushing back on what already happened. I should let go of it.\"\n\n\"Shouldn't let go of being educated,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Universe spent a lot of time telling you something. Now you're second-guessing it. Maybe all those other things were getting you ready for this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something in Pa's chest slipped a little tighter. \"You don't trust him either.\"\n\n\"Me? You don't want to judge anything by me. I don't even trust God.\"\n\n\"You are absolutely the worst mystic ever,\" Pa said, but she said it laughing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know,\" Josep said, shaking his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sad failure of a prophet, me. But\"—he lifted a finger—\"I know you. And I know you're the kind that likes to pretend she doesn't know things she knows so that there won't be friction. So if you're thinking maybe you're wrong so things are okay, you better check again, make sure things are okay. The universe needs a knife, then it makes a knife. And no one sharper, you.\"\n\n\"And if it turns out the universe is just a bunch of chemicals and energy bashing against each other until the light runs out?\"\n\n\"Then pattern-matching's still a good way to not get bashed,\" he said. \"You tell me if Himself matches the pattern. You've seen more than I have.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Doubt that,\" she said, but she took his hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He held hers. After a moment, Laura came over to sit with them, and then Oksana. The talk turned to less dangerous subjects—all the ways Martian design was worse than Belter, the latest news from Witch of Endor's capture of yet another colony ship, Carmondy's report from the overhaul of the Hornblower. The business of running the Connaught. But the little knot sat just under her ribs, reminding her that something was wrong." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she went back to her cabin, she went alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She fell into the crash couch, pulled the blanket over her head, and dreamed of a huge, fragile creature swimming through the currents of the deep ocean, only the sea was made of stars, and the animal was built from ships, and one of them was hers.\n\nNothing as big as a revolution can survive with only one account of it. The rise of Ceres Station—or its fall, according to the inners—was the precursor to Marco Inaros and the Free Navy. Looking back, the death of a water hauler seemed a pathetically small thing to have set Earth and Mars against each other, even for just a little time, but it had been enough." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With the traditional oppressors of the Belt pointing guns at each other for a change, the OPA had stepped in, taken control of the port city of the asteroid belt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one back then had expected it to last. Sooner or later, Mars and Earth would get their feet back under them, and then Ceres would fall. Anderson Dawes, the de facto governor of the station, would lose the power he'd grabbed and either move on to some new scheme or live on in spirit, a martyr to the cause. Every autonomous space was temporary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only the fall never came." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The collapse of Ganymede and the exposure of the Mao-Kwikowski protomolecule program captured the attention of the powers that be. Then Venus hatched out the great and mysterious structures that made the first gate. By the time the Behemoth accompanied the combined forces of Earth and Mars to explore the gate and consider its vast and complex implications, Anderson Dawes had woven a web of relationships. Corporations on Luna and Mars, the Lagrange stations, the Belt, the Jovian moons—none of them could allow trade to stop for the years it might take to reconquer the port." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the way of humankind since before the first contract was pressed into Sumerian clay, the temporary accommodations lasted long enough to become invisible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And when the gates beyond the gate opened and the flood of humanity lurched out toward the new planets and suns, there were powers and money with interests in keeping Ceres as it was. And Anderson Dawes had known which palms to grease and when to compromise in order to keep the port's traffic flowing uninterrupted.\n\nThrough long, careful management the great negotiator had outlasted his status as a rebel and become instead a politician. Dawes became respectable, and Ceres Station became first city of the Belters just in time for it not to matter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then the Free Navy had come and kicked the whole carefully built sandcastle into the waves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Dawes, like any politician, had considered the players and the powers, the chances and the certainties. The story of the rise of Ceres Station, instead of a triumph of opportunism and political deftness, became the precursor of the Free Navy. Dawes embraced this new version of himself and his station. He'd chosen his side, just the same as she'd done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stood in the dock now, waiting for her to cross over from the Connaught." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The spin gravity of the station locked her ship in its clamps. Even if the power failed, momentum would keep the ships from dropping out into the black. Pa still didn't like leaving her ship behind. It felt like an unnecessary risk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Michio,\" Dawes said, taking her by the hand and beaming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's good to see you in the flesh.\"\n\n\"You too,\" she said. It wasn't true. Dawes had spent too many years allied too closely with Fred Johnson to ever have the stink entirely washed away. But he was a necessary evil, and on good days probably did more to help the Belt than to compromise it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gestured toward an electric cart with two police guards in light armor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Am I under arrest?\" Pa asked, keeping her voice light and amused.\n\nDawes chuckled as they walked. \"Ever since the rocks fell, the security's been tighter,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His acne-scarred cheeks tightened and a darkness came into his expression." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There are millions of people living on Ceres. Not all of them are comfortable with all that's happened.\"\n\n\"Have there been problems?\" Pa asked as they reached the cart.\n\n\"There are always problems,\" Dawes said, then after a brief hesitation, \"but there have been more of them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cart lurched, turned toward a wide ramp leading up into the station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mildly adhesive wheels made a sound between a hiss and crackling as they rolled away from the docks. Pa looked back toward the Connaught's berth. Maybe she should have brought guards of her own with her. Carmondy's men were still all back on the Hornblower, but Bertold and Nadia were both combat trained. Too late now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The administration levels were out nearest the skin of the station where the Coriolis was least pronounced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old tunnels and corridors had been redone since the OPA claimed the station, but there was still a sense of age. Dawes made small, inane conversation intended to put her at ease, and his skill was such that it worked. If they were really talking about which restaurants made the best sausage and black sauce and what had happened when a religious convocation was booked in the same halls as a raï music festival, the situation couldn't be that dangerous. She knew it was an illusion, but she appreciated it all the same." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Neither of them mentioned the reason they were there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inaros' name didn't come up.\n\nThe meeting itself was in a garden in the administrative level. A wide, arching ceiling glowed with full-spectrum light. Devil's ivy draped columns and walls, and wide ferns spread massive fronds like herons about to take flight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air smelled of hydroponic plant food and wine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She heard Sanjrani's high, reedy voice before she turned the corner. Without a solid inventory of the fertilizer base on every station, a nitrogen-based currency is going to be swamped by illegal inputs. Another variation on his constant theme. It was almost good to hear it again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes touched her elbow, gestured down a path between a small fountain and a spiral fern, and then they were there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The five leaders of the Free Navy. Nico Sanjrani, looking more like a middle-aged shopkeeper than the chief economist of a budding empire. Rosenfeld Guoliang, with his dark, pebbled skin and his too-ready smile, general of the second fleet and industrial czar. And sitting in a chair of woven cane, Marco Inaros, the man behind it all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Victory suited him. His hair flowed down to his shoulders, and he held his body with an animal ease." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he rose to greet her and Dawes, she felt an echo of his pleasure in her own heart. Whatever else the man was, he had a charm that could coax the venom out of snakes. It was, she presumed, the gift that had put him in position to trade with the Martians for their ships, their munitions, all the material that allowed them to stage their revolution. The only other person there was Inaros' skinny, crazy-eyed son, Filip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pa made a point of not looking too closely at the boy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was something about him that bothered her, and it was easier to stay aloof than to engage.\n\n\"The brilliant Michio Pa!\" Marco said. \"Excellent! We're all here now. The founders of our nation.\"\n\n\"Do you have stats on the new acquisitions?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sanjrani asked, either unaware that he was stepping on Marco's moment or at least unconcerned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I need to get a complete accounting.\"\n\n\"Carmondy's working on that,\" Pa said.\n\n\"Soon, though.\"\n\n\"Nico, my boy,\" Rosenfeld said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't be an ass. Say hello to Captain Pa first.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sanjrani scowled at Rosenfeld and then at Inaros, and finally turned back toward her and nodded curtly. \"Hello.\"\n\n\"Now that the inner circle's all here,\" Dawes said, \"perhaps we could hear what's brought us all together? Not that being in one room isn't a pleasure in itself, but ...\"\n\nMarco smiled as his son, behind him, fidgeted with the holster of his pistol. \"We've broken Earth and beaten Mars. Johnson's OPA is shown up as the collaborationist sham that it was. Everything we set out to do, we've done. It's time to begin the third phase.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything we set out to do except kill Smith and Fred Johnson, Pa thought but didn't say." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The silence from the others wasn't about that, though.\n\nWhen Dawes spoke, his voice was carefully light and conversational. \"I didn't know you had a third phase in mind.\"\n\nMarco's grin could have been anger or pleasure, rage or satisfaction. \"Now you do,\" he said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding four sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I feel like we should be whispering,\" Holden said. \"Going around on tiptoes.\"\n\n\"We're on the float,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Metaphorical tiptoes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ops deck was dark apart from the backsplash glow of their monitors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex was sleeping in his cabin, leaving the monitoring to Holden and Naomi. Last he'd seen them, Bobbie and Amos were touring the ship, testing everything but the comms—PDCs, thrusters, the keel-mounted rail gun, the environmental systems. Ever since the mission had begun, Bobbie had been careful not to make Holden feel like she was taking over the ship, but her deference didn't extend so far that she wouldn't refamiliarize herself with every centimeter of the Roci before the fighting started. Even if it was just running through how Amos had rerouted the water feeds to the galley, watching the two of them always felt like listening to a conversation about weapons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The serious, professional talk between people who understood that they were working with equipment that could get people killed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It left him feeling like he'd been a little too casual about the ship up to now.\n\nClarissa ... he didn't know where Clarissa was. Ever since the last hard burn, he'd only caught fleeting glimpses of her, like she was a spirit they'd picked up that couldn't bear being seen straight on. Most of what he heard about her—that she was building up her strength, that her black market implants were making her less nauseated, that she'd tracked down the bad coupler that was making the machine shop lights dim—he heard from the others in the crew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't like it, but at least he didn't have to talk to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The plan was simple. The Azure Dragon wasn't a gunship, but a geological surveyor. The protection she had was that space was vast, the ship was small, and her orbit kept her far enough away from Earth and Luna that she could burn hard back out to the Belt or the Jovian moons if anyone started coming for her. All of her active systems—transponder, radar, ladar, radio—were shut down to keep her from announcing herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She couldn't stop the light from bouncing off her hull, and she couldn't hide her waste heat, but she could run as quietly as possible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It limited her to passive sensors and tightbeam. Enough for her to do the work of coordinating the stones thrown at Earth, but still half-blind.\n\nAnd that was what Bobbie was counting on.\n\nThey'd laid in a course that would put them close to the Azure Dragon, then arranged for a shifting of the combined fleet that would hide the flare of their burn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a balance of getting to the enemy quickly but not being able to make the classic halfway-point flip-and-burn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They only built up enough velocity that they could shed it when they got close, and then the Roci went dark and drifted. With no active sensors, the Azure Dragon would have to see them visually—a tiny point in the vastness—and identify them as a threat without radar or ladar.\n\nAnd they would, eventually. But by then, if it all went the way Bobbie intended, it wouldn't make a difference." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a slower approach than Holden remembered making to anything in all the time they'd had the Roci, and it left him antsy and impatient." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The voices came from the lift: Bobbie serious, sharp, and professional; Amos cheerful and amiable. They floated up into the deck, first Bobbie and then Amos. Bobbie grabbed a handhold and pulled herself to a stop. Amos tapped the deck with his ankle as he passed it and killed his own momentum by planting his feet on the ceiling and absorbing it with his knees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He floated upside down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Roci usually ran at less than full g to conserve reaction mass and for Naomi's benefit, but they almost always had a consistent down. Going totally on the float was weird.\n\n\"How's it going?\" Bobbie asked.\n\nHolden gestured at his screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing new. It doesn't look like they've noticed us yet.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Their reactors are still down?\"\n\n\"The heat signature's just sitting there.\"\n\nBobbie pressed her lips together and nodded. \"That's not going to last much longer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We could shoot 'em,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It ain't my call, but in my experience the guy that throws the first punch usually wins.\"\n\n\"Show me the estimated range,\" Bobbie said. Holden pulled up the passive sensor array. At roughly five million klicks out, the Azure Dragon was about ten times as far from them as Luna was from Earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It probably wouldn't crew more than a dozen people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the infinite star field, it would have been invisible to the naked eye. Even if the enemy had been on a full burn, the exhaust plume would have only been one point of light among billions. \"How accurate is that?\"\n\n\"I'm not sure,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Normally we'd be using ladar.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Give it ten percent either way,\" Naomi said. \"At this range and scale, passive sampling errors expand pretty fast.\"\n\n\"But with the ladar?\" Bobbie asked.\n\n\"Within a meter,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You ever think about how much ammo's flying around out there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos said, reaching up to brush the floor with outstretched fingers. The contact started him drifting almost imperceptibly toward the ceiling and at the same time rotating back toward consensus upright. \"Figure all those PDC rounds that didn't actually hit something; most of the rail-gun rounds, whether they went through a ship or not. All out there someplace going at the same speed as when they left the barrel.\"\n\n\"If we shoot them, they'll still look for who did it,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Might not,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi looked at Bobbie. \"We're going to have to start a braking burn soon or we'll skin right past them.\"\n\n\"How long?\" Bobbie asked.\n\n\"Three hours,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anything more than that, and we'll need to go on the juice or risk the deceleration g popping a bunch of blood vessels we'd rather keep whole.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie tapped the tips of her right middle finger and thumb together in a rapid stutter. When she nodded, it was more to herself than to them. \"Screw this. I'm tired of waiting. I'll go wake Alex up. Let's get it over with.\"\n\n\"All right, boys and girls,\" Alex drawled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Everybody strapped in and ready?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Check,\" Holden said on the open channel, and then listened as the others reported in. Including Clarissa Mao. It was an illusion built from anticipation, but Holden felt like the lights were a little brighter, as if after weeks in dock, the Roci was excited to be doing something important too.\n\n\"Reactor's good,\" Amos reported from the machine deck.\n\nAlex cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right. We're good to go in ten ... nine ...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's seen us,\" Naomi said. \"I've got action from her maneuvering thrusters.\"\n\n\"Fine, then. Three-two-one,\" Alex said, and Holden fell back into his crash couch hard. The gel pressed in around him, and the ship rumbled the deep bass of the drive as it spilled off speed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To the Azure Dragon, it would be like a bright new star had appeared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A supernova light-years away. Or something less dangerous but much, much closer.\n\n\"Ladar's up,\" Naomi said. \"And ... I've got lock.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is their reactor up?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden asked, at the same time that Bobbie said, \"Give me fire control.\"\n\nNaomi answered both. \"Their drive's cycling up. We probably have half a minute. You have control, Bobbie.\"\n\n\"Holden,\" Bobbie snapped, \"please ring the doorbell. Alex, surrender maneuvering to fire control.\"\n\n\"Done,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden switched on the tightbeam." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Roci found a lock at once. \"Azure Dragon, this is the Rocinante. You may have heard of us. We are on approach. Surrender—\"\n\nThrust gravity cut out and their crash couches hissed as the ship spun on two axes.\n\n\"Surrender at once and prepare for boarding.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi's voice was calm and focused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Enemy reactor is coming up.\"\n\nThe ship seemed to trip, throwing Holden and Naomi up against their straps. The keel-mounted rail gun pushed the whole ship backward in a solid mathematical relationship to the mass of the two-kilo tungsten round moving at a measurable fraction of c. Newton's third law expressed as violence. Holden's gut knotted and he tried to lean forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The long seconds dragged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi made a small, satisfied sound in the back of her throat. \"Okay, their reactor's shutting down. They're dumping core. We're not seeing nitrogen in the plume. I don't think they've lost air.\"\n\n\"Nice shooting,\" Amos said on the open channel.\n\n\"God damn,\" Bobbie said as the Roci shifted back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have missed the hell out of this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thrust gravity returned, pushing Holden back as they slowed toward the drifting science ship. It was harder now—a solid two g he could feel in his jaw and the base of his skull.\n\n\"Please respond, Azure Dragon, or we'll shoot you some more,\" he said.\n\n\"This doesn't feel right,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They started it,\" Alex said from above them in the pilot's deck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Every rock that dropped, they had a part in.\"\n\nHolden wasn't sure that was what she'd meant, but Naomi didn't press it, so maybe it had been. \"Not getting any response, Bobbie,\" he said. \"How do you want to play it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In answer, the former Martian marine climbed down from the gunner's station, hand over hand in the high gravity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The muscles in her arms were like cords of wire, and her grimace said both that the sheer effort hurt and that she kind of liked it. \"Let them know that if they open up on us, they won't get crash couches on the way to jail,\" she said, passing down toward the airlock. \"I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable.\"\n\nThe crash couches shifted a little as Alex bent their trajectory so they wouldn't melt the Azure Dragon to slag in their drive plume." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie grunted and took a new grip on the handholds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know there's a lift, right?\" Holden said.\n\n\"Where's the fun in that?\" Bobbie said as she sank out of sight.\n\nNaomi shifted against the high gravity so that he could see her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her smile was complex—discomfort and pleasure and something that looked like foreboding." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So that's what she looks like when she takes herself off the leash.\"\n\nShedding the last of their velocity and matching orbit wasn't fast. Holden listened with half an ear while Alex, Amos, and Naomi coordinated with the Roci's systems to bring them alongside. Bobbie chimed in now and again when she wasn't putting her powered armor together and running through its system checks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The greater part of his attention stayed on the enemy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Azure Dragon floated in silence. An expanding cloud of radioactive gas that had been its fusion core slowly dissipated behind it until it was hardly denser than the surrounding vacuum. No emergency beacon. No announcement of defiance or surrender. No response to his pings and queries." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The silence was creepy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think we killed them,\" Holden said. \"We probably didn't kill them, did we?\"\n\n\"Doesn't seem likely,\" Naomi said, \"but I suppose we'll find out. Worst case, we did, and it still makes it easier to keep the rocks from dropping on Earth.\"\n\nSomething in the tone of her voice caught him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her eyes were on her monitor, but she didn't seem focused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her mind a million kilometers away.\n\n\"Are you all right?\"\n\nNaomi blinked, shook her head like she was trying to clear it, and put on a smile that was only a little bit forced. \"It's just strange being out here again. And I can't help wondering whether I know anyone on that ship. It's not something I thought about much before.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Things have changed,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, you used to be the one with the high profile,\" she said, and her smile became a degree less forced. \"Now I'm the one all the best interrogators want to sit down with.\"\n\nAlex announced that he had positive lock on the Azure Dragon's airlock. Override was coming. Bobbie acknowledged it, said she was prepped for boarding action." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd be back when the enemy was cleared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It all sounded very military, very Martian. There was an excitement in their voices. Some of it was their fear dressing up in party clothes, but some of it wasn't. For the first time that he could remember, Holden found himself imagining how it would sound in Naomi's ears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her friends preparing themselves to attack and possibly kill people who'd grown up the way she had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The way that no one else on the Rocinante would ever totally understand.\n\nThey'd worked on all sides of the confused mess that humanity had made of the Belt and the scattering of colonies beyond it. They'd fought pirates for the OPA. Taken contracts with Earth and Mars and private concerns with their own agendas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thinking of Naomi now, not only as herself but also as the product of the life she'd lived—the life she was still bringing herself to reveal to him—changed how he saw everything. Even himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We had to stop them,\" he said.\n\nShe turned to him, confusion in her eyes. \"Who? These assholes? Of course we did.\" A deep clanking sound ran through the ship as the airlocks connected." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An alert popped up on Holden's screen, but he ignored it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi tilted her head as if Holden was a puzzle she hadn't quite figured out. \"Did you think I felt bad for them?\"\n\n\"No,\" Holden said. \"Or yes, but not exactly. Everyone on that ship thinks they're doing the right thing too. When they're throwing rocks at Earth, it's to ... to protect kids on ships that had to run with too little air or bad filters. Or people who lost their ships because the UN changed the tariff laws.\"\n\n\"Or because they think it's fun to kill people,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't romanticize them just because some of the justifications they use are—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A second clank came, deeper than the first. Naomi's eyes widened at the same moment Holden felt his gut tighten. It wasn't a good sound.\n\n\"Alex? What was that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think we got us a little problem, folks.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm all right,\" Bobbie said, and the way she said it made it clear that it was a live issue.\n\nNaomi turned to her monitor, lips pressed thin and tight. \"What've we got, Alex?\"\n\n\"Booby trap,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Looks like some kind of magnetic lock from their end. Froze up the works. And Bobbie—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm stuck between their outer lock and ours,\" Bobbie said. \"I'm fine. I'm just going to bust my way through and—\"\n\n\"No,\" Naomi said as Holden's attention flicked to the alert still flashing on his own monitor. \"If it's really bound, you could break both locks. Just sit tight, and let me see what we can do to get you unstuck.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey,\" Holden said. \"Anyone know why we just lost a sensor array?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another alert popped up on his screen. Raw alarm started sounding in his head. \"Or that PDC?\"\n\nThe others were silent for a moment, and then for what felt like hours and was probably five or six seconds, there was only the tap of fingertips on control panels and the chirp of the Rocinante reporting back to queries. Even before he had confirmation, he was sure of the answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The external camera swept the Roci's skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Azure Dragon, hugged against her, felt like a parasite more than a prisoner. And then a flicker of sparks and a flash of safety yellow. Holden shifted the camera. Three spiderlike construction mechs squatted midway down the Roci's side, welding torches lit and clawing at the hull." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They're stripping us,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Alex spoke, his false politeness didn't cover his rage. \"I can put on a little burn if you want. Drop them into our drive plume and be done—\"\n\n\"You'll fold the airlocks together,\" Holden said, cutting him off. \"It'll crush Bobbie to death.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Alex said. \"All right. So that's a bad idea.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden took control of a PDC and tried to shift its arc far enough down to catch one of the mechs, but they were too close in. A fresh alert popped up. A hardened power conduit was throwing off errors. They were digging deeper into the hull." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wouldn't be long before they could do some real damage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And if they managed to burrow their way between the hulls ...\n\n\"What happens if Bobbie breaks the docking tube?\" Holden snapped.\n\n\"Best case, we can't use it until we get it repaired,\" Naomi said. \"Worst, they rigged their coupling with a secondary trap that kills Bobbie and spills out our air.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's all right,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can take the risk. Just give me a second to position—\"\n\n\"No,\" Holden said. \"No, wait. We can find a way out. No one dies. We've got time.\"\n\nBut they didn't have much. A welding torch flared again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Amos spoke, his voice sounded wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Too small, too close. \"You know, Cap, we've got another airlock. Cargo bay's right down here by the machine shop.\"\n\nThe penny dropped. Amos sounded different because he was already wearing a vac suit. He was talking through a helmet mic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you thinking, Amos?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothing real subtle. Figure we hop outside, kill a few assholes that need killing, patch stuff up when we're done with the first part.\"\n\nNaomi caught his eye and nodded once. Years together and an uncountable list of crises weathered made a kind of telepathy between them. Naomi would stay and get Bobbie safely out of the trap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden would go out with Amos and keep the enemy at bay." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Holden said, reaching for his restraints. \"Prep a suit. I'm on my way down.\"\n\n\"I'll leave you one,\" Amos said, \"but I think we'll get a head start without you.\"\n\n\"Wait,\" Holden said. \"We?\"\n\n\"We're cycling out now,\" Clarissa Mao said. \"Wish us luck.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with four sentences, emulating the writing style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her second year in prison, Clarissa had agreed to participate in a poetry course that the prison chaplain had put together. She hadn't had much hope for anything to come out of it, but it was half an hour every week she could sit in a gray-green room with steel chairs bolted to the floor and half a dozen of her fellow inmates and do something that wasn't watching censored entertainment feeds or sleeping.\n\nIt had been a disaster from the start.\n\nOf the men and women who came there each week, only she and the chaplain had been to university." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two of the women were so dosed with antipsychotics that they were barely present at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the men—a serial rapist who'd killed his stepdaughters by torturing them with a chemical stun spray until they stopped breathing—was so taken with a section of Pope's Essay on Man that he'd compose hour-long epics in rhyming couplets that didn't quite scan. His favorite subjects were the injustice of a legal system that didn't allow enough for character and his own sexual prowess. And there was a round-faced boy who seemed too young to have done anything deserving a life in the hole who wrote sonnets about gardens and sunlight that were more painful than any of the rest, though for different reasons.\n\nClarissa's own contributions had been minimal at first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd tried some free verse about the possibility of redemption, but she'd read Carlos Pinnani and Anneke Swinehart and HD at her literature tutor's insistence, so she knew her work wasn't good." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Worse, she knew why it wasn't good: She didn't really believe her thesis. On the few occasions she considered shifting to a different subject—fathers, regret, grief—it seemed less like catharsis and more like strict reportage. Her life had been squandered, and whether she said it in pentameter or not didn't seem to matter much.\n\nShe quit because of the nightmares." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't talk about those to anyone, but the medics knew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She might be able to keep the exact content of the dreams to herself, but the medical monitor logged her heartbeats and the activity in the various parts of her brain. The poetry made them come more often and more vividly. Usually, they were of her digging through something repulsive—shit or rotting meat or something—trying to reach someone buried in it before they ran out of air. When she stopped attending, they faded back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once a week, say, instead of nightly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Which wasn't to say that the course hadn't borne fruit. Three weeks after she'd told the chaplain that she didn't want to be part of his little study anymore, she'd woken up in the middle of the night fully rested and alert and calm with a sentence in her head as clear as if she'd just heard it spoken. I have killed, but I am not a killer because a killer is a monster, and monsters aren't afraid. She'd never spoken the words aloud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Never written them down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd become her words of power, a private prayer too sacred to give form. She went back to them when she needed them.\n\nI have killed, but I am not a killer ...\n\n\"We're cycling out now,\" she said, her mouth dry and sticky, her heart fluttering in her chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "... because a killer is a monster ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wish us luck.\"\n\n... and monsters aren't afraid. She cut the transmission, hoisted the recoilless rifle, and nodded to Amos. His grin, half hidden by the curve of his helmet, was boyish and calm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The outer door of the airlock slid soundlessly open on an abyss filled with starlight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos took the edge of the airlock, hauling himself forward and then ducking back in case someone was there waiting to shoot. When no one did, he grabbed a handhold and swung himself out, spinning so that the suit's mag boots would land on the ship's skin. She followed less gracefully. And less certain of herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The body of the Rocinante under her feet, she looked back at the drive cone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hull of the ship was smooth and hard, studded here and there with blocky PDC mounts, the clustered mouths of thrusters, the black and deep-sighted eyes of sensor arrays. She held her rifle at the ready, finger near the trigger, but not on it the way that the Martian marine had shown her. Trigger discipline, she'd called it. Clarissa wished that she was the one trapped in the airlock and Bobbie Draper could be here instead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Moving forward, Peaches. You watch our six.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Understood,\" she said, and started walking slowly backward, her boots grabbing to the ship and then letting go only to grab hold again. It felt like the ship itself was trying to keep her from spinning away into the stars. No enemies popped up as they moved around the curve of the ship, but to her right, the body of the Azure Dragon appeared like a whale rising up from the deep. It was so close to the Roci, she could have turned off her boots and jumped to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The light of the sun streaming up from below threw harsh shadows across a hull scarred and flaking in places where too many years of hard radiation had scoured the coatings into a white, fragile glaze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It made the Roci seem solid and new by comparison. Something flickered behind her, throwing her shadow and Amos' out before her. She took a slow, stuttering breath. Nothing had attacked them yet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were the attackers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, shit,\" Amos said, and at once, Naomi's voice was on the common channel.\n\n\"What are you seeing, Amos?\"\n\nA small window appeared in the corner of Clarissa's helmet, the HUD showing the stretch of hull behind her. The three bright yellow spiders stood in a cloud of sparks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two were braced against the hull, ready to haul back a section of ceramic and steel, while the third cut it free." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Naomi said. \"They're going to get between the hulls.\"\n\n\"Not if me and Peaches have anything to say about it. Right, Peaches?\"\n\n\"Right,\" Clarissa said, and turned to see the enemy with her own eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The brightness of the welding torch forced her helmet to dim, protecting her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like the three mechs stayed the same, and the stars all around them winked out. There was nothing left but the people who wanted to hurt her and Amos and the darkness.\n\n\"You ready?\" Amos asked.\n\n\"Does it matter?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not a lot. Let's see what we can do before they notice.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clarissa crouched close to the hull, lifted her rifle, sighted down it. With the magnification on, she could see the human form cradled in the mech—arms, legs, head encased in a suit not so different from her own. She dropped the bright red dot of the sight on the helmet, put her finger on the trigger, and squeezed. The helmet jerked back, like it was startled, and the remaining two mechs turned and pointed yellow steel legs at them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get moving!\" Amos shouted as he jumped into the black sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clarissa turned off her mag boots and leaped after him, almost too late. A white line appeared on the hull where she'd been, the bullet gone off behind them before her suit could even warn her it was coming. The suit thrusters kicked on, driving her out and shifting her unpredictably as it avoided the string of bullets she couldn't see except as lines in her HUD.\n\n\"Keep 'em busy, Peaches,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll be right back.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shot off, angling forward and around the body of the Azure Dragon. Clarissa turned, letting the suit push her in the opposite direction, putting the horizon of the Rocinante between her and the mechs. Her heart sounded like a ticking in her ears; her body shook. The red dot found the welding mech, and she pulled the trigger, missing with the first round." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The second struck, and the mech rocked a little under the unexpected thrust of escaping volatile gas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her suit threw up an alert, and she thought it was malfunctioning until she looked at her leg and saw the blood there. She'd been shot. It was like a point of intellectual interest.\n\n\"Report!\" Naomi was shouting. Clarissa meant to say something, but the mechs were scuttling across the Roci toward her, and it took all her attention to retreat and return fire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I got a boarding party back here, waiting to go,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How many?\" Naomi barked.\n\n\"Five,\" Amos said. And then, \"Four now. Now three.\"\n\nThe stars were coming back, but they didn't seem as bright as before. The hull was glowing under the light of the sun, now almost directly overhead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mechs crawled toward her faster, like something out of a nightmare." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One scuttled past the barrel of a PDC and vanished.\n\n\"Got one,\" Alex said, and Clarissa laughed. But her attention slipped. She'd pulled out too far from the hull." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to get back into cover." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She dove toward the Roci, but too fast. She hit with her feet, trying to roll with the impact the way she'd learned as a girl in her self-defense classes. Her sense of up and down swam, and for a moment she was falling into the stars.\n\n\"How you doing, Peaches?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos asked, but she was moving." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rushing backward away from the remaining mech. Their friend's unexpected death by PDC had slowed them, made them more cautious. She went farther around the Roci, paused to line up a shot, and waited for the enemy to walk into it. It was hard. The sun was in her eyes now, and the helmet struggled to keep it from blinding her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her leg ached, but it didn't hurt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wondered if that was normal. The mech lurched into view, and she fired, driving it back. How many rounds had she used? It was on the HUD someplace, but she couldn't remember where." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She fired again, and saw a small green six become a five. So." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Five rounds left. She waited, a hunter in her blind. She could do this. The red dot jittered and shifted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tried to bring it back in line." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could do this ...\n\n\"Peaches!\" Amos shouted. \"Your six!\"\n\nClarissa spun. The Azure Dragon loomed behind her, the sun high above. She'd run back so far, she'd looped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And arcing up over the enemy ship, two bright, moving shapes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crew of the Azure Dragon wouldn't be able to force their way onto the Rocinante, but they could have some small vengeance here. There was no place for her to take cover. She could only stand here and face the remnants of the boarding party descending toward her or charge into the guns of the remaining mech.\n\n\"Amos?\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go to the airlock! Get back inside!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She raised her gun, aimed at one of the incoming figures. When she fired, they shifted out of the bullet's path. Her HUD reported fast-movers. It was time to go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She turned toward the drive cone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It seemed farther away than she expected. The suit thrusters kicked in, and she skimmed along, a meter above the hull like a bird flying just above the surface of a lake. Something exploded in her arm, spinning her. Her HUD told her what she already knew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another wound. The suit was already squeezing at her shoulder to hold as much blood in as it could." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To her left, a flash of yellow. The mech, riding plumes of its own thrusters, and coming closer. She dropped her rifle, and it fell away behind her. With one arm, she couldn't aim it anyway, and a little less mass meant a little more speed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was it. This was how she died." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The idea was weirdly consoling. She'd end here, under billions of stars. In the unending, unshielded light of the sun, fighting for her friends. It felt bright, like a hero's death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not the cold fading away on a hard, gray cot in the prison infirmary she'd expected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How strange that this should feel like victory. Time seemed to slow, and she wondered if maybe she'd triggered her implants by mistake. That would be silly. Amping up her nervous system would do her exactly no good when all her speed came from the thruster's nozzle. But no." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was only fear and the certainty that she was rushing to her death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi and Alex were shouting in her ears. Amos too. She couldn't make sense of any of it. It occurred to her like a conclusion she was watching someone else make that Amos might feel bad when she was gone. She should have told him how grateful she was for every day he'd given her outside the hole. Her helmet alerted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to start braking or she'd overshoot the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She killed the thrusters and flipped, more from a sense of obligation than from any real hope of living. One of two boarders was spinning away sunward, arms and legs flailing and out of control. The other was above her with their back turned, facing a fast-moving body that had to be Amos. The mech flickered, drawing closer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she started braking, it seemed to surge toward her, an illusion of relative velocity, but with enough truth to end her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then, inexplicably, the mech driver slumped against his harness. The mech arms waved, suddenly uncontrolled. One reached down, gouging the hull and sending the great yellow machine spinning away from the Rocinante and toward the stars. She watched, uncomprehending, until a hand grabbed her uninjured shoulder and an arm looped across her back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the bright sunlight, the other suit's helmet was opaque." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't understand what had happened until she heard the voice over her radio.\n\n\"It's all right,\" Holden said. \"I've got you.\"\n\nAmos woke her. His wide face and bald head seemed like a dream. But that was likely just the drugs playing with her perceptions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The regrowth cocktail did strange things to her mind, even if the painkillers didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Given the choice of feeling numb and stupid or alert and in pain, she chose pain. Wide elastic restraints held her to the bed of the medical bay. The autodoc fed her body what it needed, and only occasionally threw out errors, confused by the leakage from her after-market endocrine system. Her humerus was shattered, but growing back together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The first bullet had carved a groove ten centimeters long through the muscles of her thigh and shocked the bone, but didn't break it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You okay, Peaches? I brought you some food, and I was just going to leave it for you, but you were ... You looked ...\" He waved a hand.\n\n\"I'm fine,\" she said. \"I mean all shot up, but I'm fine.\"\n\nHe sat on the side of her bed, and she realized they were under thrust." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smell of artificial peach cobbler was inviting and nauseating at the same time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She undid her restraints and sat up on her good elbow.\n\n\"Did we win?\" she asked.\n\n\"Oh hell yeah. Two prisoners. Data core off the Azure Dragon. They tried to scrub it, but between Naomi and the Roci, we'll put it back together. Bobbie's straight-up pissed that she missed the action.\"\n\n\"Maybe next time,\" she said, and Holden came into the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He and Amos nodded to each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The big man left.\n\n\"We should probably have had this talk before,\" Holden said.\n\nThe Roci's captain stood at the bedside, looking like he wasn't sure whether to sit. She couldn't say whether it was the trauma or the drugs, but she was surprised to notice that he didn't look like her mental image of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In her mind, his cheeks were higher, his jaw wider." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The blue of his eyes more icy. This man looked—not older. Only different. His hair was messy. There were lines forming around his eyes and the corners of his mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not there yet, but coming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His temples were touched with gray. That wasn't what made him look different, though. The James Holden who was king of her personal mythology was sure of himself, and this man was profoundly ill at ease.\n\n\"Okay,\" she said, not certain what else to say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden crossed his arms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I ... um. Yeah, I didn't really expect you to come on this ship. I'm not comfortable with it.\"\n\n\"I know,\" she said. \"I'm sorry.\"\n\nHe waved the comment away. \"It's made me skip this part, and I shouldn't have. That's on me, okay? I know you and Amos trekked across a big part of North America after the rocks came down, and I know that you handled yourself just fine then. And you have experience on ships.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Experience as a terrorist and murderer, he didn't say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The thing is,\" he went on, \"you aren't trained for this kind of action. Going out on the float with a gun in your hand is different from being on the ground. Or being a technician inside a ship. You've got those implants, but using them out there, you'd have wound up crashing out and choking to death on your own vomit, right?\"\n\n\"Probably,\" she said.\n\n\"So going out again like that's not something you should do. Amos took you because ... because he wants you to know you belong here.\"\n\n\"But I don't,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's what you're saying.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not everyplace Amos goes, no,\" Holden said. He met her gaze for the first time. He looked almost sad. She couldn't understand why." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But as long as you're on my ship, you're crew. And it's my job to protect you. I screwed that up. You don't go into battle in a vac suit anymore. At least not until I think you're trained. That's an order. Understood?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Understood,\" she said. And then, trying the word out to see how it felt in her mouth, \"Understood, sir.\"\n\nHe had been her sworn enemy. He had been the symbol of her failure. He'd even become a symbol, somehow, of the life she could have had if she'd made different choices." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was only a man in his early middle age that she barely knew, though they had some friends in common." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried a smile, and she returned it. It was so little. It was something.\n\nShe finished her cobbler after he left, then closed her eyes to rest them and didn't know she'd fallen asleep until the dream came.\n\nShe was digging through slick, black mud-sticky shit, trying to get down to where someone was buried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to hurry, because they were running out of air." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the dream, she could feel the wet cold against her fingers, the disgust welling up at the back of her throat. And the fear. And the heartbreaking loss that came from knowing she wouldn't make it in time." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first session of Marco's impromptu summit began when Michio Pa arrived, looking pleasant and implacable in equal measures. Her ship had docked halfway through a day cycle, so Marco only kept them for a few hours. The following three days were more punishing, the meetings lasting over thirteen hours each day without even so much as a break for meals. They'd eaten at the meeting tables while Marco laid out his vision for a grand, system-spanning network of Belter civilization." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Free spin stations, automated factories and farms, power stations hunkered close to the sun and beaming energy to the human habitations, the large-scale stripping of biological resources from the corpse of the Earth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a grand and beautiful vision with a scope and depth that dwarfed even the Martian terraforming project. And Marco Inaros presented it all with a ruthlessness and intensity that made the objections the rest of them brought up seem small and petty.\n\nSanjrani wanted to know how the labor force needed to create Marco's massive snowflake-complex void cities would be trained. Marco waved the problem away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Belters were already trained to live and build in space." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That knowledge was their birthright. Bred into their brittle bones. Pa brought up the problem of keeping food and medical supplies flowing to all the stations and ships already feeling the pinch from the loss of supply lines from Earth. Marco agreed that there would be lean times, but assured Pa that her fears were greater than the actual problem." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No objection any of them raised swayed his commitment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes were bright, his voice rich as a viol, his energy was boundless. After the meetings were done, Dawes went back to his quarters, weary to the bone. Marco went to the bars and pubs and union halls and spoke directly to the citizens of Ceres. If he slept, Dawes didn't know when." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the fifth day, they took a break, and it felt like collapsing at the end of a long run." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rosenfeld's interpretation did little to help.\n\n\"Coyo is manic. He'll come back down.\"\n\n\"And then what?\" Dawes asked.\n\nThe pebble-skinned man shrugged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His smile had very little to do with pleasure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then we'll see where we are. Inaros is a great man. For our purposes, he's the great man. It isn't a role that's fit for a wholly sane person.\"\n\nThey sat in the gardens of the governor's palace. The smell of plants and soil mixed with the textured protein and grilled peppers that Rosenfeld preferred for breakfast. Dawes leaned back from the table and sipped from his bulb of hot, milky tea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd known Rosenfeld Guoliang for almost three decades, and he trusted him as much as he trusted anyone. But not completely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you're saying he's gone mad,\" Dawes said, \"that's a problem.\"\n\n\"It's not a problem, it's a job requirement,\" Rosenfeld said, waving the concern away like it was a gnat. \"He's slaughtered billions of people and remade the shape of human civilization. No one can do something on that scale and see themselves as fully human anymore. He may be a god or he may be a devil, but he can't stomach the idea of being just an unreasonably pretty man who stumbled into the right combination of charisma and opportunity. This particular fever will pass. He'll stop sounding like we're making the first weld next week and start saying that our grandchildren's grandchildren will finish it. Never been anyone as good at changing the song without missing a beat as our man Marco. Don't you worry.\"\n\n\"Hard not to.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well. Only worry a little.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rosenfeld took a thick bite of the protein and pepper, his rough eyelids lowering until he looked almost half-asleep. \"We're all here because he needed us. Apart from Fred Johnson, I had the only fighting force large enough to cause him trouble. Sanjrani's a prat, but he ran Europa's artificial economy well enough that everyone thinks he's a genius. And who knows? Maybe he is. You control the port city of the Belt. Pa's the poster child of dissenting from the OPA for moral reasons, and so she makes a fine Father Christmas for redistributing wealth to the groundlings and bringing the old loyalists over to us. No one in these meetings is here by chance. He put this team together. As long as we keep a unified front, we can keep him from floating away on his own grandiosity.\"\n\n\"I hope you're right.\"\n\nRosenfeld chewed and grinned at the same time. \"So do I.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anderson Dawes had been part of the OPA since before he was born." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Trying to curry favor with their corporate overlords, his parents had named him after a mining company. Later, Fred Johnson's butchery turned that same name into one of Earth's greatest crimes against the Belt. He'd been raised to see the Belt as his home and the people living there—however different, however divided—as his kin. His father had been an organizer, his mother a union lawyer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd learned that all humanity was a negotiation even before he'd learned how to read." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everything in his life since then was an elaboration of the same simple theme: push hard enough that he never lost ground and never let an opportunity pass.\n\nAlways, his intention had been to put the Belt in its right place and end the casual exploitation of its people and wealth. How exactly that happened, he'd let the universe decide. He'd worked with the Persian Gulf Shared Interest Zone in rebuilding the station at L-4 and made contacts in the expatriate community there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd become a voice within the OPA on Ceres by showing up early at every meeting, listening carefully before he spoke, and making certain the right people knew his name." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Violence had always been a part of the environment. When he'd had to kill people, those people had died. When he found a promising young tech, he knew how to recruit them. Or an old enemy ripe to be turned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd brought Fred Johnson, the Butcher of Anderson Station, into the fold when everyone called him crazy, and then accepted their accolades when he'd bloodied the nose of the United Nations by doing it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Later, when it became clear that Johnson was unwilling to cooperate with the new regime, he'd agreed to cut him out. If watching his namesake go from a moderately successful Belter mining station to the rallying cry of Belter revolution had taught him anything, it was this: Situations change and clinging too tightly to what came before kills you.\n\nAnd so when Marco Inaros struck his deal with the blackest black market on Mars to create a successor to the Outer Planets Alliance, Dawes had seen only two choices: Embrace the new reality or die with the past. He'd picked the way he always had, and because of it, he was at the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sometimes for thirteen hours while Inaros ranted his utopian dream-logic, but at the table nonetheless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, there was part of him that wished this Winston Duarte had chosen to raise someone else up with his Mephistophelean arms deal.\n\nHe took another bite of his breakfast, but the peppers had gone cold and limp, and the protein had begun to harden. He dropped his fork.\n\n\"Any word from Medina?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rosenfeld shrugged. \"Do you mean the station, or past it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Anything, really.\"\n\n\"Station's well,\" Rosenfeld said. \"The defenses are in place, so that's as it should be. Past that ... well, no one knows, sa sa? Duarte's keeping up his end, sending shipments of arms and equipment back from Laconia. The other colonies ...\"\n\n\"Problems,\" Dawes said. He didn't make it a question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rosenfeld scowled at his plate, avoiding eye contact for the first time since their unofficial meeting began." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Frontiers are dangerous places. Things happen there that wouldn't if it were more civilized. Wakefield went silent. Some people are saying they woke something up there, but no one's sent a ship out to look. Who has time, yeah? Got a war here to finish. Then we can look back out.\"\n\n\"And the Barkeith?\"\n\nRosenfeld's gaze stayed fixed on the peppers. \"Duarte's people say they're looking into it. Not to worry. Not blaming us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything in the other man's body told Dawes not to press further, and he was almost ready to let it go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could change the angle of attack, at least. \"How is it all the other colonies are fighting to grow enough food, not have their hydroponics collapse like on Welker, but Laconia's already got a manufacturing base?\"\n\n\"Just means it's better planned. Better funded. The thing you don't understand about this pinché Martian Duarte is—\"\n\nDawes' hand terminal blatted out an alert." }, { "from": "human", "value": "High-priority connection request. The channel he used for station emergencies. Captain Shaddid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He held up a finger, asking Rosenfeld's patience, and accepted the connection.\n\n\"What's the matter?\" he said instead of hello.\n\nShaddid was at her desk. He recognized the wall behind her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need you down here. One of my men is in the hospital. Medic says he may not make it. I have the shooter in custody.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good that you caught him.\"\n\n\"His name's Filip Inaros.\"\n\nDawes felt a weight drop into his gut. \"I'll be right there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shaddid had given the boy his own cell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd been wise to do so. From the moment he walked into the security station, Dawes had felt the shock and rage like a charge in the atmosphere. Shooting a security officer on Ceres was a short way to an airlock. Or it would have been for most people." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I put an automated monitor on him,\" Shaddid said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Slaved it to my system. No one else turns it on or off.\"\n\n\"Because?\" Dawes said. He was sitting at her desk. She might be the head of security, but he was the governor of Ceres." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They'd turn it off,\" Shaddid said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you wouldn't ever see that little piece of shit alive again. And just between us, you'd be doing the universe a favor.\"\n\nOn the screen, Filip Inaros sat against the cell wall, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He was a young man. Or an old child." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Dawes watched, the boy stretched, wrapped his arms around himself, and settled back without looking around once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't tell if it was the movement of someone certain that they were untouchable or frightened that they might not be. Dawes could see the resemblance to Marco, but where the father seemed to radiate charm and confidence, the son was all rage and a vulnerability that made Dawes think of abrasions and raw wounds. Under other circumstances, he might have felt sorry for the prisoner.\n\n\"How did it happen?\" Dawes asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shaddid tapped on her hand terminal and threw the data to the screen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A corridor outside a nightclub up nearer the center of spin. A door swung open and three people came out, all Belters. A man and woman, their hands caressing each other like they were already in private, and a second young man. A moment later, the door opened again, and Filip Inaros stepped out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was no sound, so Dawes didn't know what Filip had shouted at the retreating figures, only that he had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The single young man turned back, and the couple paused to watch. Filip's head was back, his chest out. For generations, humanity had been free of the gravity well of the inner planets, but the posturing of young men spoiling for a fight never changed.\n\nA new figure stepped into the frame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A man in a security uniform, hands lifted in command." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip turned toward him, shouting. The security man shouted back, pointed to the wall, ordering Filip against it. The couple turned away and pretended not to know anything about it. The young man who'd been coming back to the fight slowly stepped back, not turning away, but willing to let his enemies spend themselves against each other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip went terribly still." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dawes had to force himself not to look away.\n\nThe security man reached for his weapon, and a gun appeared in Filip's hand, the kind of magic flicker that comes of hundreds of hours of practicing a fast draw. And then, as part of the same motion, the muzzle flash.\n\n\"God dammit,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not subtle,\" Shaddid said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He was given a security order. He refused and fired on the agent. If he was anyone else, he'd be feeding mushrooms right now.\"\n\nDawes pressed his palm to his mouth, rubbing until his lips felt bruised. There had to be something. Some way to walk this back. \"How's your man?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a pause before Shaddid answered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knew what he was really asking. \"Stabilized.\"\n\n\"Not going to die?\"\n\n\"Not out of the woods yet either,\" she said. And then, \"I can't do my job if people get away with shooting security. I understand there's diplomacy involved, but with respect, that's your job. Mine is to keep six million people from killing too many of each other on any given day.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "My job's not so different, he thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This wasn't the time to say it. \"Contact Marco Inaros. He'll be on the Pella in dock 65-C,\" Dawes said. \"Tell him to meet me here.\"\n\nAt the end of particularly bad days, Dawes would sometimes pour himself a glass of whiskey and sit for a time with his prized possession: a printed volume of Marcus Aurelius that had belonged to his grandmother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Meditations were the private thoughts of a person with terrible power—an emperor who could order to death anyone he chose, create the law by speaking it, command any woman to his bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or any man, if the mood took him. The thin pages were filled with Aurelius' private struggle to be a good man despite the frustrations of the world. It left Dawes feeling not comforted but consoled. All through human history, being a moral person and not being pulled into the dramatics and misbehavior of others had caused intelligent people grief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes had spent decades with that beneath all his personal philosophy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were bad people everywhere, stupidity and avarice and hubris and pride. And he had to navigate it if there was ever to be hope of a better place for Belters. It wasn't that things were worse now than they'd been before. Only that they weren't better." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tonight, he suspected, would be a good one for rereading his Aurelius." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco swept into the security station like he owned it. Smiles and laughter, and a sheer animal presence that filled the space. The security agents unconsciously moved to the edges of the room and didn't meet his gaze. Dawes went out to lead him back to Shaddid's office and found himself shaking the man's hand there in front of everyone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hadn't meant to do that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is embarrassing,\" Marco said as if he was agreeing with something that had already been said. \"I will see that it doesn't happen again.\"\n\n\"Your son could have killed one of my people,\" Dawes said.\n\nMarco sat back in his chair and opened his arms, an expansive gesture that seemed intended to diminish what anyone else could say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There was a scuffle, and it got out of hand. Dawes, tell me you've never had something like it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've never had something like it,\" Dawes said. His voice was cool and hard, and for the first time, Marco's jovial expression shifted.\n\n\"You aren't going to make this a problem, are you?\" Marco said, his voice sinking low." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We have a lot of work to do. Real work. Word's come that Earth took out the Azure Dragon. We have to reassess our strategy down sunward.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the first Dawes had heard of it, and he had the sense that Marco had kept the information private, ready to play it when he wanted a subject changed. Well, he'd find Dawes harder to throw off than that.\n\n\"And we will. But that's not why I called you here.\"\n\nShaddid coughed, and Marco turned to scowl at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he looked back at Dawes, his expression had changed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His smile was as wide, his expression as open and merry, but something in his eyes made Dawes' stomach clench.\n\n\"All right,\" Marco said. \"Bien, coyo mis. Why did you call me here?\"\n\n\"Your son can't be on my station,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If he stays, I have to put him through a trial. Have to protect him from anyone who might get impatient waiting.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He paused. \"Have to follow through the sentence, if there is one.\"\n\nMarco went still, a copy of his son on the assault footage. Dawes made an effort not to swallow.\n\n\"That sounds like a threat, Anderson.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's an explanation. It's why you need to take your boy off my station, and never bring him back to it. I'm doing this as a favor. Anyone else, and things would just take their course.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco drew in a long, slow breath and let it out between his teeth. \"I see.\"\n\n\"He shot a security agent. He may have killed him.\"\n\n\"We've killed a world,\" Marco said, waving the words away. But then he seemed to remember something, nodding as much to himself as to Dawes or Shaddid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I appreciate your bending the rules for me. And for him. I won't let this go by. He and I will have a serious conversation.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Dawes said. \"Captain Shaddid will release him to you. If you want to bring some of your people down before she does—\"\n\n\"That won't be necessary,\" Marco said. No bodyguards were called for." }, { "from": "human", "value": "None of the security force would dare face down Marco Inaros of the Free Navy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And what was worse, Dawes believed Marco was right. \"We'll have a meeting tomorrow. About the Azure Dragon and Earth. Next steps.\"\n\n\"Next steps,\" Dawes agreed, and stood. \"You know this isn't temporary. Filip can never set foot on Ceres again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco's smile was unexpected and deep." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His dark eyes flashed. \"Don't worry, old friend. If you don't want him here, he won't be here. That's a promise.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound reached all the way to the galley: a deep thud, then a pause, then another thud. Each time it came, Holden felt himself flinch a little. Naomi and Alex sat with him, trying to ignore it, but whatever they started a conversation about—the state of the ship, the success of their mission, the question of whether to give in to fate and convert a section of the crew quarters into a brig—it died out under the slow, unending beat.\n\n\"Maybe I should talk to her,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think I should.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't know why you think that,\" Alex said.\n\nNaomi shrugged, abstaining. Holden took one last bite of his fake lamb, wiped his mouth with the napkin, and dropped everything into the recycler. Part of him hoped that one of them would stop him. They didn't.\n\nThe Rocinante's gym showed its age." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No two resistance bands were quite the same color, the green-gray mats had white lines where the fabric had worn thin, and the smell of old sweat softened the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie had strung a heavy bag on a tight line between the ceiling and the deck. Her exercise outfit was tight and gray and soaked with sweat. Her hair was tied back, and her eyes were locked on the bag as she shifted on the balls of her feet. As Holden stepped into the room, she turned to the left, putting her weight into a roundhouse kick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This close, the thud sounded like something heavy being dropped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The system reported a little under ninety-five kilograms per square centimeter. Bobbie danced back, her focus locked on the bag. She shifted to the right, and kicked with her other leg. The thud was a little softer, but the reading went up by three kilos." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She danced back, reset." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her shins were red and raw-looking.\n\n\"Hey,\" she said, not looking at him. Thud. Reset.\n\n\"Hey,\" Holden said. \"How're you doing?\"\n\n\"Fine.\" Thud. Reset." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anything you want to talk about?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thud. Reset. \"Nope.\"\n\n\"Okay. Well. If you ah\"—Thud. Reset.—\"change your mind.\"\n\n\"I'll track you down.\" Thud. Reset. Thud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Great,\" Holden said, and stepped back out of the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie hadn't looked at him once.\n\nIn the galley, Naomi had a bulb of coffee waiting for him. He sat across from her while Alex dropped the last of his food into the recycler. Holden drank. The Roci's processors were calibrated once a week, and they'd stocked up before leaving Luna, so it was almost certainly his imagination that made the coffee more bitter than usual." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He put a pinch of salt in it anyway, swirling the bulb to stir it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You knew that wasn't going to work,\" he said.\n\n\"I expected it wasn't,\" Naomi said. \"I didn't know.\"\n\n\"Just suspected.\"\n\n\"Strongly suspected,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was almost an apology." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I could have been surprised.\"\n\n\"You got to give Bobbie her room, Cap,\" Alex said. \"She'll come out the other side of it.\"\n\n\"I just ... I wish I understood what's bothering her so much.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex blinked. \"She's been spoiling to take the fight to some bad guys ever since Io. Now she got one, and she was stuck in a box while the rest of us did the shooting.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But we won.\"\n\n\"We did,\" Naomi said. \"And she watched us do it while we tried to figure out how to get her out of a trap. By the time she was free, it was over.\"\n\nHolden sipped at the coffee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a little better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That didn't help. \"Okay, so what I meant was I wish I understood what was bothering her in hopes that then there'd be something I could do about it.\"\n\n\"We know,\" Naomi said. \"The difficulty isn't lost on us.\"\n\nAmos' voice came over the ship's comm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anybody there? I've been paging ops for the last ten minutes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex thumbed the system on. \"On my way up now.\"\n\n\"Okay. I think I tracked down the last leak. Let me know what it looks like from your end.\"\n\n\"Will do,\" Alex said, nodded to the two of them, and headed up toward ops and the ongoing repair effort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Azure Dragon's crew hadn't had all that long, but they hadn't been trying for clean either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was easier to cut through a lot of hull quickly when you didn't care what broke while you did it. Knowing that the ship wasn't right yet was like an itch he couldn't quite reach. Part of that came from knowing how strapped the shipyards on Luna were going to be. The days of sloping into Tycho and having Fred Johnson's teams patch the ship up were probably gone, and Luna had Earth's navy to take precedence over Holden and his crew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't just that, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was also the same thing he'd felt driving him to talk to Bobbie. And to Clarissa Mao before that. He wanted things to be all right, and he had the growing feeling that they weren't. That they weren't going to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What about you?\" Naomi said, looking at him from under a spill of dark, gently curled hair. \"Want to talk?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He chuckled. \"I do, but I don't know what to say. Here we are, the conquering heroes with prisoners and a salvaged data core, and it doesn't feel like enough.\"\n\n\"It isn't.\"\n\n\"Always so comforting.\"\n\n\"I mean you're not wrong. You aren't uneasy and disturbed by all this because there's something wrong with you. This is all uneasing and disturbing. You aren't fucked up. The situation is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That doesn't ... You know, that actually does make me feel a little better.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good,\" she said. \"Because I need to know this isn't about Marco and Filip. That ... all that isn't making it hard for you to have me around.\"\n\n\"No,\" Holden said. \"We covered that.\"\n\n\"And we'll cover it again after this, I'm sure. But if you'd just keep saying it?\"\n\n\"I would put everyone else that exists headfirst out an airlock just to keep you around. It isn't that. The only concern I have about you and Marco Inaros is that he'll try to hurt you again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's nice to know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I still love you. I will always love you.\"\n\nHe was answering the question he thought she was asking, but her gaze cut away. Her smile was rueful, but it was also real. \"Always is a long time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm captain of this ship. Technically, I could marry us right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now she laughed. \"Would you want to?\"\n\n\"I'm easy. It seems a little redundant. Husband and wife seems like a less interesting and committed relationship than Holden and Naomi,\" he said. \"He can't win, you know.\"\n\n\"Of course he can. Marco's the one who decides when he wins.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, I've been thinking about it. The Free Navy ... is untenable. They did a lot of damage. They killed a lot of people. But all of this is really about the gates. If it wasn't for all the people rushing out to try to found a new colony, Mars wouldn't be collapsing. The Belters wouldn't be worried that they'll get marginalized out of existence. None of the things that gave Marco a toehold would have happened. But the gates aren't going away. So all the pressures he's fighting against? They'll outlast him. People are still going to want to get out to the new systems, and they're going to find ways to do it. And the colonies that are already out there are going to want to keep in contact and trade with us. At least until they're really on their feet, and that could take generations.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You think he's on the wrong side of history.\"\n\n\"He is,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Then what does that say about people like me? I grew up in the Belt. I wouldn't want to live down a gravity well. The gates aren't going away, but neither are the Belters. Unless they are.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shrugged. \"Human history has seen plenty of genocides. If you're right, then the long term is either the gates or the Belters. And Belters ... We're human. We're fragile. We die. The gates? Even if we could destroy them, we wouldn't. There's too much real estate involved.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden looked down. \"All right. That was my turn.\"\n\nNaomi lifted a questioning eyebrow.\n\n\"That was less comforting than I meant it to be,\" he said. \"Sorry.\"\n\n\"It's all right. Anyway, that's not what I meant when I said Marco decides when he wins. You don't understand how slippery he can be. Whatever happens, he'll shift so it was his plan all along. If he were the last person alive, he'd say we needed the apocalypse and declare victory. It's what he is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even though they were the agents of Chrisjen Avasarala's will, it took seventeen hours for the Rocinante and the Azure Dragon to get berths on Luna." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they finally did, they were at a military yard outside Patsaev complex, where the civilian relief ships were landing. The docks were crowded with people in bunches and lines, some of them staring blankly ahead like victims of a fever, some weeping with relief or exhaustion or both. The air stank of sweat and felt stale, even where the intakes made the greatest breeze.\n\nThe Luna Station complex—shipyards and convention centers, hotels and residence centers, schools and office complexes and warehouses—was big enough to fit a hundred million bodies, but the environmental infrastructure would overload at something like half that, even with the advantage of the moon's mass and conduction to soak up waste heat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Lagrange stations had less margin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden tried to do the math in his head as they forged their path through the crowd. The estimates said that one-half of Earth was dead already. Fifteen billion gone or going so fast there was no way to save them. Of those still alive, two-thirds were living in what the newsfeeds were calling \"distressed situations.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ten billion people who needed food or water or shelter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And up the well, there were places for maybe as many as a quarter million. Two-and-a-half-hundred-thousandths of a percent of the people in need. He couldn't believe that was right, and tried to figure it again. He came to the same number." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And a thousand worlds out there, just on the other side of the gates." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hostile worlds, most of them, but not more hostile than Earth. Not now. If there were a way to teleport them from Boston and Lisbon and Bangkok, maybe they'd be saved. Maybe they'd go on to raise something new and beautiful out of the ruins of Earth, and if one system didn't, there'd be a thousand other chances.\n\nExcept that there wouldn't be, because the transportation was too hard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So they'd die where they stood because there was no way to get them all someplace better fast enough for it to matter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You okay, Cap?\" Amos asked.\n\n\"Fine. Why?\"\n\n\"Looks like you're getting ready to hit someone.\"\n\n\"No,\" Holden said. \"Wouldn't help.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Over here,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guards outside the administrative offices carried small automatic weapons and wore body armor. They stood aside and let Bobbie shuffle through the wide gray door, and all of the others behind her in a line like ducklings. The offices could have been a different world. Full-spectrum lights glowed like Holden's memory of a summer afternoon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ferns and ivy bobbed in the gentle breeze from the air recyclers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hallways were half a meter wider than the corridors of the Rocinante, and felt luxurious. Only the faint gunpowder stink of moondust and the one-tenth g spoke of Luna. Everything else would have looked at home in the UN offices at The Hague.\n\nBobbie led them like she knew where she was going, down one hall, past another pair of armed guards, and through a set of frosted glass doors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The room was built like a lounge—chairs and divans around low tables." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eight or ten people were scattered around in pairs and small groups, and for a few seconds, Holden didn't understand who they were.\n\nAt some point, everything had been either black or white, but use had left splashes of color. The brown ring of a coffee stain on a cushion, the greenish scrape along the side of a chair. Avasarala stood at the far side of the room, her orange sari blazing like a torch while she talked to a white-haired woman with dark skin and narrow hips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Avasarala looked up to smile at him, the woman turned. Holden stumbled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Momma Sophie?\" he said, and then, like a lens coming into focus, he saw all the others for who they were. The years had changed them all, and seeing them through cameras and screens wasn't the same. Father Tom had gained weight, and Father Cesar had lost it, but they were there, hand in hand, walking toward him. Father Anton had gone bald, and Mother Elise seemed older, and frailer in person than she had on the screen. And shorter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone seemed shorter, because the system at the farmhouse had been on a desk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been looking up at all of them from that desktop for years and hadn't realized it until just now.\n\nAll eight of his parents crowded around him, their bodies pressing gently against his, their arms around each other, the way they had when he'd been a child. Holden found himself weeping, swept away by the memory of being a little boy surrounded and protected by the loving bodies of eight strong adults. He stood among them now, the strongest of the lot, shaken by the love and the joy and the terrible understanding that both the boy he'd been and the men and women they were then were gone and would never come back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were all crying too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Dimitri, Mother Tamara, Father Joseph. And his new family too.\n\nNaomi pressed her hand to her lips, like she was trying to hold words or emotions in. Alex was grinning as widely as any of Holden's family, his eyes shining." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avasarala and Bobbie seemed pleased, like people who'd pulled off a good surprise party." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Weirdly, Clarissa Mao, standing alone with a pressure cast on her wounded arm, was shaking with barely controlled sobs. Amos looked at all of them like he'd walked in on the last line of a joke, then shrugged and let them get on with whatever the hell this was. Holden felt a rush of affection for the man.\n\n\"Wait,\" he said. \"Wait. Everyone, I need you to meet ... everyone else. I guess. This is Naomi, everyone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His parents all turned toward her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi's eyes widened a degree. The little, panicked flare of her nostrils was probably something only he could see. There was a pause he hadn't expected, a stuttering moment when he saw her through their eyes: Here is the Belter girl their son was sleeping with. Here is the ex-lover of the man who killed the world, the representative of everything that had happened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of them. It lasted a heartbeat, then another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was vast as the space between worlds.\n\n\"I've heard so much about you, dear,\" Mother Elise said, moving to Naomi and taking her in a wide embrace. The others followed, queuing up to welcome her to the family. But it wasn't an illusion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The moment had been there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even when his two families diffused into each other—Father Dimitri and Father Anton and Alex talking about the ship, Mother Tamara and Amos looking at each other with a kind of amused bewilderment—Holden felt the hesitation. They would love her if he said so, but she wasn't one of their kind.\n\nHe barely noticed Bobbie at his side until she spoke. \"This is how she does it. She finds a way to pay you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She nodded toward the back of the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Avasarala stood alone, watching with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Holden went to her.\n\n\"They told me they were all right,\" he said. \"When I talked to them, they said they weren't in danger.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was true, as far as it went,\" Avasarala said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The reactors hadn't failed there yet. And they had more food stored than most. They might have lasted another ... month? How should I know? Canning. Who the fuck does their own canning anymore?\"\n\n\"But you evacuated them.\"\n\n\"Another week, another month. Not another year. They wouldn't have been safe forever, and once they realized they were fucked, all the slots would have been filled. I flagged them as priority evacuees. I get to do that kind of shit. I'm the boss.\"\n\n\"Where ...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shrugged. \"They'll have quarters here or on L-4. Not as big as they had in Montana, but together. I can do that much. Maybe they'll even go back to their farm someday when all this is done. Stranger things have happened.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden took her hand. It was cool and hard and stronger than he'd expected. She turned to look him in the eye for the first time since he'd come into the room. The smile edged into the corners of her eyes." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding four sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't sleep anymore, or at least it didn't help when she did. The bed in her suite was spongy, but she didn't sink into it the way that a lifetime at normal gravity made her body expect, so it felt too soft and too hard at the same time. And sleep was supposed to mean rest. There was no rest anymore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She closed her eyes and her mind stumbled on like it was falling down stairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mortality rates and supply windows and security briefings—all the things that filled her so-called waking hours filled her nights as well. Being asleep only meant they lost what little coherence they had. It didn't feel like sleeping. It felt like going mad and catatonic for a few hours and then regaining enough sanity to push through for eighteen or twenty hours more before collapsing into herself again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was shit. But it needed doing, so she did it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At least she had a shower.\n\n\"It seems like Bobbie Draper managed to keep Holden from screwing the mission up,\" she said, drying her hair. The suite glowed a soft blue, like the promise of dawn. Not that any dawn looked like that on Earth now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it had once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I like that girl. I worry for her. She's been sitting behind a desk too long. It doesn't suit her.\"\n\nShe considered the saris in her dresser, running her finger across the cloth and listening to the sound of skin against fabric. She opted for a green one that shimmered like a beetle's carapace. Gold embroidery along the edges that caught the false sunlight made it look cheerful and powerful at the same time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And she had the amber necklace with the jade that went with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fashion. All humanity shitting itself to death, and she still had to worry what she looked like going into the meetings. Pathetic.\n\nAloud, she said, \"Gies and Basrat sent word today. Everyone thought they were dead, but they were holed up under a mountain in the Julian Alps. Probably didn't plan to pop their heads above ground until everything was settled, but you know how Amanda is. It's never real with her unless someone knows she has it better. I don't know why you liked them.\"\n\nShe caught her mistake too late, and something vast and dangerous shifted in her heart. She took a deep breath, bit her lip, and went back to wrapping her sari in place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Once we have the Free Navy under control, we'll have to do something about emigration. No one's going to want to stay on Earth. At this rate, I may take off. Retire on some alien ocean where I don't have to feel like I'm responsible for making the waves go up and down. Mars will never sort itself out. Smith? He puts a brave face on it, but he's not a prime minister. He's hospice nurse for a republic. Anytime I start feeling like my job's bad, I just have a drink with him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were all things she'd said before, in some variation. There were new things every day—reports from the planetary surface, from the surveillance drones around Venus, from her covert service agents on Iapetus and Ceres and Pallas. With the Free Navy busy making the OPA look measured and rational, Fred Johnson could still be of use making contact with the reservoirs of the Belt that understood how dangerous Marco Inaros was and how the damage already done could spiral into something even worse. God knew he never brought in good news." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But for everything new, for every irrevocable tick of the clock, there were the things she cycled back to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ones she revisited again and again like rereading a favorite book. Or poem. Things she said because she had said them before.\n\n\"There was a thing you read me one time. About jack pines,\" she said, digging through her jewelry box for her necklace and the gold bracelets that would go with the embroidery. \"Do you remember it? All I have is that it ended 'da-dah, da-dah, da-dah, da-dah, and paved the way to Paradise.' It was about how the seeds needed a fire before they could spread. I told you it sounded like a sophomore girl trying to make the break up with her abusive boyfriend sound deep. That poem. I can't get it out of my head now, and I can't remember it either. It's annoying.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bracelets slid into place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The necklace settled too lightly on her collarbone. She sat at her table, touching on eyeliner, tapping a nearly homeopathic bit of rouge onto her cheeks. Just enough to make her look more vital than she felt. Not enough to make it seem like she was wearing makeup." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smell of the rouge reminded her of the apartment in Denmark she'd kept during university." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "God, her mind was everywhere these days. When she finished, she turned to her hand terminal. The indicator showed she was still recording. She smiled into the camera." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have to put the mask on now. Go wade into it all again. They still haven't found you, but I tell myself that they will. That I would know it if you were dead. I don't know it, so it isn't true. But it's getting harder, love. And if you don't come back soon, I'll have saved so many of these messages, you'll spend half a semester just catching up to me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Except, she thought, there wouldn't be semesters. Or poetry courses. Or any of the things that had made her life hers before the rocks fell. And then, almost as if he was there, Arjun's dissenting voice murmured in her mind, There will always be poetry.\n\n\"I love you,\" she said to the hand terminal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I will always love you. Even ...\" She hadn't said it before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hadn't let herself think it. There was a first time for everything. A last time too. \"Even if you're not here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stopped recording, repaired the damage her tears had done to the makeup, and lowered her head like an actor preparing to take the stage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she lifted her eyes again, they were harder. She made the connection request to Said, and he answered immediately. He'd been waiting.\n\n\"Good morning, Madam Secretary,\" he said.\n\n\"Cut the bullshit. What fresh hell are we facing today?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have a meeting with Gorman Le from the scientific service in half an hour. Then breakfast with Prime Minister Smith. An interview with Karol Stepanov of the Eastern Economic Strategic Report, and then the meeting with the Strategy and Response Committee. That will last until lunch, ma'am.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stepanov. He was the one who got the Cigdem Toker Award three years ago for the piece on Dashiell Moraga?\"\n\n\"I ... I can check, ma'am.\"\n\n\"For fuck's sake, Said. Try to keep up here. He is. I'm sure of it. I should talk to his wife before I meet with him,\" she said. \"Is there a place we can push him to in the afternoon?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can make space, ma'am.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do that. And make sure Smith is a private audience. I'm sick of every fucking thing I do being under a microscope. If I get an ass polyp, I'll find out about it on Le Monde.\"\n\n\"If you say so, ma'am.\"\n\n\"I say so. Send the cart. Let's get this over with.\"\n\nGorman Le was a thin man with light brown hair salted with white and jade green eyes that Avasarala guessed were cosmetic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hadn't known him before she came to Luna." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been promoted above his level of preparation when the rocks fell, and it showed in his overly somber bearing and the way he cleared his throat before he spoke.\n\n\"The ships that ... failed to complete the transition tended to be larger in mass,\" he said. \"The Oleander-Swift, the Barbatana de Tubarão, and the Harmony all follow that pattern. The Casa Azul doesn't match that, though.\"\n\nThe science service had always been a large presence on Luna." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was where the first broad-array telescope had been built, up free from the interference of atmosphere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first permanent moon base had been equally divided between military posturing and research. But the generations that had risen and fallen since then had left the Luna science service behind, pressing out to the places where the action really was: Ganymede, Titan, Iapetus. God help them all, Phoebe. It left the Luna-based service office hardly more than admin offices and children's science-fair projects." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The meeting room they were in was gray-green with wall screens left cloudy by years of fine abrasion and fake leather chairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm hearing you say there's no consistent pattern,\" Avasarala said.\n\nGorman Le pressed his jaw tight and flapped his hands in frustration. \"There are patterns. There are any number of patterns. They all had drives built within a twenty-month window. They were all using reaction mass harvested from Saturn. They all went missing in high-traffic periods. They all had the sequence 'four-five-two-one' in their long-form registry codes. With this little to go on, I can find as many patterns as you want that match all the missing ships. But which one matters? No, I can't tell you that.\"\n\n\"Any ships with four-five-two-one in the registry code make it through?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gorman Le made a small huffing sound, like an angry hamster, then looked down and blushed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Jaquenetta, registered out of Ganymede. It went through between the Oleander-Swift and the Harmony. Reported back from Walton with no trouble.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Avasarala said, amused that he'd actually tracked that down, \"we can at least say that one's less likely to be it, then.\"\n\n\"Yes, ma'am,\" Gorman Le said. \"Ma'am, if we could get further data ... I'm certain that Medina Station has flight records for all of these. Maybe others. And for the ones that didn't have trouble. If we could just—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we controlled Medina Station,\" Avasarala said, \"a lot of things would be different. Do we have anything from our Martian friends about why their rogue navy was so interested in the Laconia gate?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not even confirmation that that's where the breakaway ships went.\"\n\nAvasarala scowled. \"Keeping their knees closed after they're already fucked. Typical. I'll talk to Smith. We can't get Medina, but we should fucking well manage access to all the data we do have.\"\n\n\"Thank you, ma'am,\" Gorman Le said, but he said it to her back. She was already moving on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Motion helped. The sense of doing things, of progressing, of the problems getting clearer and the solutions—where there were any—getting closer kept the despair at bay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was harder for Smith. He was a world away from his home and his staff. There just wasn't as much Martian infrastructure on Luna. When he wasn't in meetings or trading messages across twelve minutes of light delay, he sat in his suite and watched the newsfeeds calling him an idiot and a buffoon and the man whose inattention had let the Martian Congressional Republic Navy be sold to terrorists and pirates." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't even have managing the worst catastrophe in human history to keep his mind off feeling sorry for himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He met her at the door. In simple sand-colored slacks and a white collarless shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he could have been a salesman or a minor prelate. His smile was professionally genuine and warm, the same way it always was. She stepped into the rooms and glanced around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one. Not even security." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A private audience indeed. Score one for Said.\n\nTheir breakfast waited in the dining room—poached eggs and thick, buttered toast. The sort of simple, elegant fare that she imagined royalty through the ages had enjoyed while the people they ruled died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She also saw the half-empty bottle of wine on the floor by the sofa, the wall screen tuned to an entertainment feed showing a slightly risqué comedy that had come out three years earlier." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shannon Poe and Lakash Hedayat were naked and trying to cover themselves with the same beach towel without looking at the other or touching skin to skin. In context, it might have been funny. Smith followed her gaze and turned off the screen.\n\n\"Laughter,\" he said. \"A balm in hard times.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll have to try it,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pulled her chair out for her, and she let him. \"I had a few things I wanted to run past you, but before that? I understand why your intelligence service is hiding information about Duarte, but why the fuck are you keeping the data about the gate-eaten ships to yourself? Are you looking to trade it for something, because unless it's sexual favors, we haven't got jack shit.\"\n\n\"The eggs are good,\" Smith said.\n\n\"You want eggs? I'll have them squeeze a chicken. I want the data on the missing ships.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Smith smiled and nodded as if she'd said something mild and polite." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pale flesh of the egg dripped gold on the way to his mouth. The yolk spattered his shirtfront, but he didn't seem to notice.\n\n\"What is it?\" she asked.\n\n\"I ... You'll have to take the matter up with my successor. I've had word today. The opposition is calling for a vote of no confidence. I will be out of office by this evening.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avasarala took in a deep breath and let it out through her teeth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The silence between them was rich until she broke it. \"Fuck.\"\n\n\"They're angry and they're frightened. They need someone to blame. I'm the obvious choice.\"\n\n\"Who are they putting up?\"\n\n\"Olivia Liu and Chahaya Nelson were both mentioned. It's going to be Emily Richards, though.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avasarala chewed a bite of egg, but didn't taste it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Richards wasn't bad. She was serious, at least. Liu and Nelson were too entrenched in what Mars had been. They wouldn't be ready for what it was becoming. Richards women made good policy. Always had." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This must be hard for you.\"\n\n\"Politicians are gamblers,\" Smith said. \"We do our best to bend the odds, but the universe does what it does.\"\n\nBullshit, she thought. Politicians are the frontal lobes of the body politic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The universe does what it does." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd be better off without him. Only not yet.\n\n\"You have a day,\" she said. \"Get me the data before it's too late.\"\n\n\"Chrisjen—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are they going to do? Fire you? Fuck them—give me the data so I can get the problems fixed. If they give you too much shit, I'll offer you asylum.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He laughed and leaned back in his chair. His eyes shifted to the dead wall screen, then back to her. She wondered if the wine by the sofa had been his first bottle.\n\n\"Promise?\" he asked as if it was a joke. She smiled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Strategy and Response Committee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Admirals Pycior and Souther. Parris Kanter from Human Development back at The Hague. Michael Harrow from Aquaculture. Barry Li and Simon Gutierrez from Transportation and Tariffs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not the dream team she'd have chosen, but the best of who she had left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sitting around the dark glass table, they all looked as tired as she felt. Good. They should be.\n\n\"Mars,\" Avasarala said. \"Smith is out on his ass. Emily Richards is taking over. I'm reaching out to her now. I don't know whether she'll be more open, but I wouldn't assume it. What do you have?\"\n\nLi spoke first. Exhaustion made his lisp worse, but the sharpness of his intelligence made his eyes seem brighter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're maintaining relief routes in Africa and Europe. Our next area of focus is East Asia.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There weren't any strikes there,\" Avasarala said.\n\n\"But they took the worst of the ash fall,\" Li said. \"I have my people working out routes and probable needs. Information from the ground is sketchy.\"\n\n\"The Belt?\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Belt's the Belt,\" Pycior said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's a wide variety of response. Ganymede is still maintaining neutrality, but it's firmly in the Free Navy's sphere of control. If we could offer protection, it would likely declare for us. The OPA is divided. Tycho Station, Kelso Station, and Rhea are the only ones who've condemned the Free Navy. The Trojan stations and Iapetus aren't declaring anything. Most of the rest of the Belt ... It's for the Free Navy. As long as they keep promising food, material, and protection, it's going to be hard for moderate Belters to organize, even assuming they want to.\"\n\nSouther cleared his throat. He spoke in a high voice that reminded her of singing. \"We've taken apart the Azure Dragon's comm logs. They indicate that there's a high-level Free Navy meeting on Ceres right now. Inaros and his four captains.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are they meeting about?\" Avasarala snapped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No one seemed to know,\" Souther said. \"But we don't have evidence of a second shepherd vessel. We've identified seven more major rock strikes that are presently en route to Earth. We're tracking them, and we're ready to take them out.\"\n\nMeaning they were unpinned. Avasarala leaned forward, pressing her fingers to her lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her mind danced across the solar system." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Medina Station. Rhea, declaring against the Free Navy. The food and supplies of Ganymede. The starvation and death on Earth. The Martian Navy divided between the mysterious Duarte and his black market Free Navy and Smith. Now Richards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lost colonies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred Johnson's OPA and all the factions he couldn't influence or command. The colony ships being preyed upon by the Free Navy pirates, and the stations and asteroids gaining the benefit of the piracy. And the missing ships. And the stolen protomolecule sample." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A dozen possibilities shifted in her mind—redeploy forces to Tycho Station and embolden Ganymede, or blockade Pallas and try to cut off the Free Navy's resupply capabilities, or set up a protected zone for the colony ships out there and running dark." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were a thousand different paths, and she couldn't be sure where any of them would lead. If she guessed wrong, it could mean the collapse of all that was left.\n\nBut Marco Inaros and his captains were together in one place, and her ships weren't pinned.\n\n\"Fortune favors the bold, yes?\" she said. \"Fuck it. Let's take back Ceres.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seven decades before Michio Pa was born, Earth and Mars rewrote the tariff regulations on raw ore from the Belt. The stated reason was that it would encourage the establishment and expansion of refineries in the Belt and around Jupiter and Saturn. It might even have worked. In the short term, it meant that a wave of Belter prospectors and asteroid miners who'd been living at the edge of survival slipped over into the abyss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ships were impounded or run illegally or lost from not having the scrip to pay for maintenance and repair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Back then, Earth and Mars had walked in each other's footsteps, and the only option that seemed to have any promise of justice was for the Belt to build a military of its own.\n\nIt was never official. The Outer Planets Alliance survived since then by being diffuse and deniable. But the beginnings were there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Choose a faction, find a place in the chain of command, build the thin but resilient structure that would have muscle one day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That would eventually become an answer to the inner planets projecting their power out to where the sun was hardly more than the brightest star.\n\nWhen Michio Pa turned twenty-two, Fred Johnson—the Butcher of Anderson Station—had seemed like her brightest hope. He was an Earther fighting for the Belt. Fighting against his own natural self-interest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It gave a sense of authenticity to someone young enough and still easily swayed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd taken a position on Tycho Station, made her contacts first and then her commitment. Trained in the quasi-military that Johnson was hauling up. Put in her years.\n\nShe'd been a true believer, then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd been a naïve little prig." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But that was before the Behemoth.\n\nGetting the XO assignment on the Belt's first genuine warship had been a dream come true for her. The generation ship hadn't been designed for war, but all of her crew had been. That was what she told herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Captain Ashford had the command." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had been his second. And slotted in beneath them as head of security, Fred Johnson's personal friend. Carlos C de Baca. Bull. Her babysitter, and the man positioned to step in and take over when she made her first mistake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her hatred for Bull had been incandescent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every chance she had to belittle him, she'd taken it. Every misstep he made, she drove a wedge into, prying it open. The Behemoth had gone to the ring to face down Earth and Mars. To show that the Belt was a force to be reckoned with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And as above, so below." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd made it her personal mission to show Bull that she was better than he was.\n\nWhich was why it had hurt her so badly when Sam sided with him.\n\nThey'd talked about it, her and Sam. How important it was to keep their affair quiet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How not to let anyone—especially anyone in command—guess about them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam had agreed, maybe because she actually did agree. Or maybe in order to placate Michio's insecurities. And then Bull and Sam had fucked around with the budget allocations. It had felt like the deepest betrayal possible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sam—her Sam—making common cause with an Earther." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With the Earther who'd been sent by Fred Johnson to mind the untrustworthy Belters.\n\nIt had been only her first mistake among many. Michio had let her emotions blind her to the wisdom and experience that Bull had offered her until things were badly out of hand. Despite all the casualties after the catastrophe, she hadn't recognized Ashford's volatility and violence as symptoms of brain injury." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hadn't put aside her faith in the chain of command." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And she hadn't made peace with Sam before Ashford killed her.\n\nFred Johnson had sent her out into the whirlwind because she was a Belter, and he needed a Belter as a figurehead. She hadn't been ready, but she had been convenient. And because of it, people had died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Behemoth never came back through the gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd stripped her down, spun up the drum, and rechristened her again as Medina Station. Michio Pa, they'd sent back to Tycho on a Martian naval vessel. After the dead had been removed, there'd been plenty of extra space. As soon as she'd gotten back to her quarters, she'd resigned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't even shower first." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She quit her official job on Tycho, her militia rank in the OPA, everything. Fred Johnson had sent her personal messages. She didn't know what was in them. She'd deleted them without listening." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And she'd gotten lost, taking one job and another." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Trying to keep her nightmares and crying jags to herself. She ran a ship for a salvaging company that sometimes verged over into piracy. She oversaw a trading co-op that didn't announce itself to the tariff boards, which was technically smuggling. She was managing a supply warehouse complex on Rhea for a half-criminal labor union based out of Titan when Nadia and Bertold found her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had taken six months before she'd realized that she was in love with them and four more before she understood what it meant that they loved her too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The day they first made a home together in a thin, inexpensive hole half a klick below the moon's surface was one of the best she'd ever had.\n\nThe others had come in their own way. Laura and Oksana together. And then Josep. Evans." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Each new person folded into the marriage had felt like an expansion of her tribe. Her people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not the politicians, not the war leaders, not the men who loved to wield power. There was a difference between, on the one hand, the Belt and its fight to exist in the face of the gate she'd helped open and, on the other, the voices and bodies of her family.\n\nBut the dream didn't die. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the idea of a Belter navy that could stand toe-to-toe with Earth and Mars and demand to be respected lay dormant but alive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so when Marco Inaros came with his proposal in hand, she'd heard him out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was still remembered in Belter circles as the captain who'd stepped up in the slow zone. People respected her name. When the time came, he needed someone who would coordinate rounding up the colony ships he was keeping out of the slow zone and see that the supplies made it to Belters in need. Take from the rich inners and give to the poor of the Belt until things were even." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Until they reached the utopia of the void." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But not yet. Now he just needed small favors. Moving some contraband through to Ganymede. Overseeing a prisoner transfer. Helping set up a band of hidden relays outside Jupiter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had cultivated her with a grand vision and small steps." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And by cultivated, she might have meant seduced.\n\n\"How many ships do we have coming to Ceres?\" he asked, walking beside her. The administrative levels of Ceres Station had the smell of living plants, the polished floors and walls that were meant as a boast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio felt a little out of place there, but Marco didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He managed to make wherever he was feel like his natural habitat.\n\n\"Seven,\" she said. \"The closest's the Alastair Rauch. It's been braking for a while. Should hit dock in three days. The Hornblower's the farthest, but Carmondy can up the burn if we need him to. I'm trying to have the fleet conserve reaction mass.\"\n\n\"Good. That's good,\" Marco said, putting his hand on her shoulder. His guards stopped at the door to the conference room, and Michio started past them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco held her back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're going to need to shift them.\"\n\n\"Shift them?\"\n\n\"Route them to other ports. Or run them dark and just let them be for a while.\"\n\nMichio shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't actual rejection as much as her body expressing her confusion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Half a dozen responses came to her: They all need to refuel someplace and We have stations running low on food and fertilizer that are already coming here to get it and Are you kidding me?\n\n\"Why?\" she asked.\n\nMarco's smile was warm and charming. Excited and bright. She found herself smiling along with him without knowing why." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Situation's changed,\" he said, and then walked into the conference room ahead of her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His guards nodded to her as she passed them, and she wondered for a moment where Marco's son was.\n\nThe others were around the conference table. The wall where Marco had spent days outlining his vision of the future Belt had been cleared, and in its place, a picture of an ancient warrior. The man was dark-skinned with an ornate mustache and beard, a turban, a long, flowing white robe, a crimson sash with three swords tucked in it, and an ancient rifle cradled in one arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're late,\" Dawes said to Marco mildly as Michio took her seat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco ignored them both.\n\n\"Consider the Afghan,\" Marco said. \"Lords of the Graveyard of Empires. Even Alexander the Great couldn't conquer these people. Every great power who attempted it exhausted themselves and failed.\"\n\n\"But they barely had a functioning economy,\" Sanjrani said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rosenfeld touched the other man's arm and put a finger to his own lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco paced before the image. \"How did they manage it? How did a technologically primitive, scattered people defy the greatest powers in the world for century after century?\" He turned to the others. \"Do you know?\"\n\nNone of them answered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They weren't meant to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was a performance. Marco's grin widened. He lifted a hand.\n\n\"They cared about different things,\" he said. \"To the enemy, war was about territory. Ownership. Occupation. To these geniuses, it was about controlling the spaces they did not occupy. When the English armies came to an Afghan city, ready to take the field of battle, they found ... nothing. The enemy faded into the hills, lived in the spaces that the enemy discounted. For the English, the city was a thing to be owned. For the Afghan, it was no more sacred than the hills and the desert and the fields.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's a bit romantic, don't you think?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rosenfeld said, but Marco ignored him.\n\n\"These brave people. They were the Belters of their age and place. Our spiritual fathers. And the time has come for us to honor them. My friends, the Azure Dragon has fallen, as we knew it would eventually. Earth is preparing to lash out in its pain and ignorance.\"\n\n\"You've heard something?\" Dawes asked. His face was pale." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing new,\" Marco said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We always knew that Ceres was a target for them. They've been biding their time since the OPA's takeover, but our cousin Anderson here was always careful to balance his power with appeasement. It was never their greatest concern. Not until now. The UN Navy is redeploying. They are heading for Ceres. But when they get here ...?\"\n\nMarco lifted his two closed fists to his mouth, then blew on them and spread his fingers. It was an illusion, but Michio felt she could almost see the ashes blowing off his hands.\n\n\"You can't mean ...\" Dawes choked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've already started the evacuation,\" Marco said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All our soldiers and materiel will be off the station well before they arrive.\"\n\n\"There are six million people on the station,\" Rosenfeld said. \"I don't know that we can take them all.\"\n\n\"Of course not,\" Marco said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is a military action. We take the military ships and supplies that we need, and cede the territory to Earth. They won't let Ceres starve and die. The only thing they have is the chance to play victim and wring sympathy out of the simpleminded. If they don't take care of Ceres, they'll lose even that. And us? We'll be in the emptiness that is our natural home. Unassailable.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But,\" Sanjrani said. Almost whined. \"The economic base.\"\n\n\"Don't worry,\" Marco said. \"Everything we've discussed is coming. Only first, we have to let the enemy overextend itself and collapse. This was always part of the plan.\"\n\nDawes rose to his feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His face was gray as ash apart from two bright red smears on his cheeks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hands shook. \"This is about Filip. You're getting back at me?\"\n\n\"This isn't about Filip Inaros,\" Marco said, but the elation and excitement had vanished from his voice. \"This is about Philip of Macedon. And about learning the lessons of history.\" He was silent for a long, terrible moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes sank back into his chair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now. Michio and I have already discussed rerouting the incoming ships. Let's talk about the logistics of emptying the station itself, yes?\"\n\nThe way that inners fled their own ships when they came to a station fed a certain species of jokes among Belters. How can a Belter choose a ship's dinner menu? Dock. How can you tell an Inner's been away from port too long?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They go outside to shit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you give an Earther the choice of staying on board ship and saving her sweetheart's life or heading out to the docks and never loving again, how do you dispose of the body? It was the way they looked at everything: The ship wasn't real, the planet was. Or the moon. Or the asteroid. They couldn't let go of the idea that life involved rock and soil." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was what made them smaller." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio's people weren't all on the Connaught when she passed through the docking tube and into her ship's lock, but most were. The ones who were out would likely come back to sleep in their bunks. No one would think it was odd that her whole marriage group was there. Or if it was a little odd, not implausible at least." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She headed down the lift with the weird sense of seeing the ship for the first time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like stepping into a new station, everything was in sharp focus. Unfamiliar. The green and red indicators of the lift control. The thin, white text printed on every panel to show what was housed behind it and when it had been installed. The subtle MCRN logo still visible on the floor despite their best efforts to buff it away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smell of black noodles came from the galley, but she didn't pause." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she tried to eat now, she'd only vomit anyway.\n\nThey were in the cabins set aside for the family. One of the first things Bertold had done when they got the Connaught was take the walls off three of the cabins to make a wider space with crash couches enough that they could all sit together. The Martian designers had made the ship so that people could be alone or else together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took a Belter to make space to be alone together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oksana and Laura were sitting on the deck, their harps almost touching as they played through an old Celtic melody. Oksana's paleness and Laura's dark made them seem like something from a fairy tale. Josep lounged in one of the couches, his hand terminal set to some text or another, reading and swaying his foot to the music. Evans sat beside him, trying not to seem nervous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nadia, looking like the however-many-greats-granddaughter of Marco's Afghan soldier, stood behind one of the other couches, gently massaging Bertold's thinning black hair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio sat in the couch they'd left for her and listened until the melody came to an end in a series of ambiguous fourths and fifths. They put down their harps and hand terminal. Bertold opened his one good eye.\n\n\"Thank you for coming,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Always,\" Laura said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just to ask,\" Josep said. \"Are you our captain or our wife right now?\"\n\n\"I'm your wife. I think ... I think that I ...\"\n\nAnd then she was weeping." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She leaned forward, hands over her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tight monkey's-fist knot that was her heart blocked her throat. She tried to cough it out of the way, but it sounded like a sob. Laura's hand touched her foot. And then Bertold's arm was across her back and he folded her in against him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She heard Oksana murmuring, \"It's okay, baby. It's all right,\" from what might have been half a world away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was too much. It was all too much.\n\n\"I did it,\" Michio managed at last. \"I did it again. I put us in Marco's control, and he's ... He's another Ashford. He's another Fred fucking Johnson. I tried so hard not to do it again, and I did it. And I brought you all along. And I'm so ... I'm so sorry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her family descended on her gently, a hand or an arm, all of them touching her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Offering her comfort. Saying wordlessly that they were there. Evans wept with her, not even knowing why. The tears got worse for a while, confused for a while. And then better. Clearer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The worst of it passed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And when she was herself again, it was Josep that spoke.\n\n\"Tell us the story. It'll have less power then.\"\n\n\"He's abandoning Ceres. Getting all the Free Navy out and leave the people for the inners. The colony ships we took? He wants to drive them dark out of the ecliptic for storage instead of delivering the supplies.\"\n\n\"Ah,\" Nadia said. \"That kind, is he?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's hard, changing,\" Josep said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell yourself you're a warrior long enough, you start believing it. Then peace looks like death. An annihilation of self.\"\n\n\"Little abstract, honey,\" Nadia said.\n\nJosep blinked wide eyes at her, then smiled ruefully. \"More concrete. You're right. You always are.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm so sorry,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I did it wrong again. I trusted someone. I put myself in his command, and ... I'm stupid. I'm just stupid.\"\n\n\"We all agreed,\" Oksana said through a scowl. \"We all believed.\"\n\n\"You believed because I asked you to,\" Michio said. \"This is my fault.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now,\" Laura said, \"Michi? What's the magic word?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Against her will, Michio laughed. It was an old joke. A part of what made her family her family.\n\n\"The magic word is oops,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then a moment later, \"Oops.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bertold took a moment to noisily blow his nose and wipe the last of the tears from his eyes. \"All right. So what do we do?\"\n\n\"We can't keep working with the bastard,\" Oksana said.\n\nNadia nodded with her hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And we can't stay here and wait for the Earthers.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Together, without meaning to, they all looked to her. Michio, their wife. But also their captain. She took a long, shuddering breath. \"The thing he asked us for? Gather up the colony ships and spread the food and supplies to the Belters that need them? It still needs doing. And we still have a gunship to do it with. Some of the other ships might see things our way. So either we stick to the mission or else we try to find someplace quiet and sink out of sight before Inaros figures that we're gone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her family was silent for what felt like a long time, though it wasn't more than a few breaths set end to end." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bertold scratched at his bad eye. Nadia and Oksana traded a look that seemed to mean something. Laura cleared her throat.\n\n\"Being small isn't being safe. Not now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Vrai,\" Bertold said. \"I'm for doing what we said we'd do, and fuck the rest. Changed sides before and it didn't kill us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did we?\" Josep said. \"Would we be changing sides now?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Evans said. \"We would.\"\n\nJosep turned to look Michio full in the eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The humor and love in his face was like warmth radiating from a heater." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fought the oppressor before. Still fighting the oppressor now. Followed your heart then. Still following your heart now. The situation changes, that doesn't mean you do.\"\n\n\"That's sweet,\" Michio said, taking his hand.\n\n\"Abstract, though,\" Nadia said, and there was love in her voice too.\n\n\"Everything you've done,\" Josep said, \"every mistake, every loss, every scar. They all brought you here, so that as soon as you saw Big Himself for what he is, you'd be ready to act. Incapable of not acting, even. Everything then was preparation for now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's bullshit,\" Michio said. \"But thank you.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If the universe needs a knife, it makes a knife,\" Josep said with a shrug. \"If it needs a pirate queen, it makes Michio Pa.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wall screen in the dock's public lobby was tuned to an entertainment newsfeed. A breathtakingly pretty young woman with one eyelid that was either rouged or tattooed red was being interviewed by someone off screen. The crawler at the bottom of the screen identified her as Zedina Rael. Holden wasn't sure who she was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sound was on, but incomprehensible over the sound of the people moving through the lobby to or from the docks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The subtitles were in Hindi. On the screen, Rael shook her head, and a thick tear dripped down her cheek as the feed shifted to images of a ruined city under a filthy brown sky. So something about the situation on Earth.\n\nIt was easy to forget that the entertainment feeds—musicians and actors and celebrities-for-the-sake-of-celebrity—were all going to be as affected by the catastrophe as everybody else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It felt like that slice of reality should be separate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inviolate. Plagues and wars and disasters weren't supposed to impinge on the manufactured world of entertainment, but of course they did. Zedina Rael, whatever she did that got her a place on the screen, was a human being too. And had probably lost someone she loved when the rocks fell. Would probably lose more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Captain Holden?\" The man was thick-shouldered and dark-haired with a sharp goatee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He carried an air of exhaustion and good humor along with his hand terminal. His uniform identified him as Port Control and his name badge read Bates. \"Sorry there. You been waiting long?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" Holden said, taking the proffered terminal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just a few minutes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Things are busy,\" Bates said.\n\n\"Not a problem,\" Holden said as he signed and pressed his thumb to the reader pad. The terminal chimed. It was a small, happy sound. Like the terminal was very happy Holden had authorized the delivery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Got you in bay H-15?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bates said. \"We'll have that unloaded for you right away. Who's your repair coordinator?\"\n\n\"We've got our own,\" Holden said. \"Naomi Nagata.\"\n\n\"Right. Of course,\" the man said, nodded once, and was gone. On the screen Zedina Rael had been replaced by a thick-featured Ifrah McCoy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least Holden knew who she was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The invisible interviewer said something, and a lull in the background noise let him hear the answer: There must be a response. We have to stand up. The frustration and pain in McCoy's voice bothered him, and he didn't know if it was because he agreed with her or because he was afraid what that response would lead to. He turned back toward the docks proper and the work at hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In a spin station like Tycho or the Lagrange stations, the ship would have been parked in vacuum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Luna was another thing entirely. The shipyard had vast locks dug deep into the lunar body with tugs to guide ships in and out, retractable seals, air. The Rocinante stood upright, drive cone toward the center of the moon and chisel-tip upper decks toward the stars, held in a webwork of scaffolding. The space was large enough to house a ship three times her size, and all of it was filled with breathable air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Racks of construction mechs stood against the wall except for the four that were on the Rocinante, crawling gently over its surface like spiders on a crow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi was in one, Amos in another. The third was Sandra Ip, one of two engineers who Fred Johnson had brought on as the Roci's crew for the flight to Luna when the real crew—less Holden—had scattered to the void.\n\nAlex and Bobbie stood on a raised platform, looking up at the body of the ship. The damage the Free Navy had done was knotted as a scar, and bright." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wide panels—the newly delivered sections of hull—rose up the ship and scaffold, guided by massive waldoes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex held out a headset, and Holden connected it to his hand terminal, shifting to the full-crew channel.\n\n\"How's it looking?\" he asked.\n\n\"They did a number on us,\" Naomi said. \"I'm impressed.\"\n\n\"Always easier to break things than put them together,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"More evidence for that,\" Naomi agreed with a Belter nod of the fist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And these replacement sections ...\"\n\n\"Problem?\"\n\nSandra Ip's voice answered. It was a little jarring to hear an unfamiliar voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They're carbon-silicate lace. State-of-the-art. Lighter, stronger. These things can deflect a glancing PDC round.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Defensiveness just below the surface told Holden this wasn't the first time through the conversation.\n\n\"They can for now,\" Naomi said. Holden switched his mic to the Rocinante-only channel, but kept listening on the full crew.\n\n\"So, just between the family here? What's the issue with the new plates?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing,\" Naomi said. \"They're great. Everything it says on the tin. But five years from now? Ten?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They don't age well?\"\n\n\"Well, that's the thing,\" Alex drawled. \"Ain't none of this stuff ten years old yet. The materials-science folks got a kick in the pants after the protomolecule. Bunches of new toys. Lace plating's just one. In theory, it should hold up just like the real thing. In practice, we're the practice. I had a hell of a time convincing the Roci I wasn't putting in the wrong mass for them too. It's going to change how she handles.\"\n\nHolden crossed his arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Above him, the waldoes shifted the new hull section in, laying it along the Roci's side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are we sure we want to do this? We can hold out for the regular kind.\"\n\n\"Not if we want to get out to Tycho anytime soon, we can't,\" Naomi said. \"There's a war on.\"\n\n\"We can turn down the contract,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fred can find another ride.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know, Cap,\" Amos said. \"Things being what they are, I kind of like that we're getting work. I mean, as long as money still works.\" He paused. \"Hey, does money still work?\"\n\n\"It does if we win,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Free Navy ports weren't going to refit and refuel us anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right,\" Amos said. \"So I kind of like that we're getting work.\"\n\nTwo of the mechs scuttled forward to the edge of the new hull plate. Welding torches like little suns burst into life, cleaving old technology and new together. There was something about it that Holden disliked and distrusted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But there was also something amazing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The very fabric the lace hull was made from hadn't existed when he was born, and now it did.\n\nVast intelligences had designed the protomolecule, the rings, the weird and implacable ruins that covered all the new worlds. They might be extinct, but they were also being incorporated into what humanity knew, what it could do, how it defined itself. A kid born today would grow up in a world where carbon-silicate lace was as common as titanium or glass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That it was a collaboration between humanity and the ghosts of a massive and alien intelligence would go right by them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden was one of the lucky generation who would straddle that break point, that seam between before and after that Naomi and Amos and Ip were making literal right now, and so he could be amazed by how cool it was. Creepy, but cool.\n\n\"It's the future,\" he said. \"We might as well get some practice with it.\"\n\nThe rest of Fred Johnson's temporary crew were either already on the Rocinante along with Clarissa or on the way from their quarters on Luna." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was an excitement about the coming action." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the first time that they—Earth, Mars, and even the less radical splinters of the OPA—would work together to take any direct action against the Free Navy. The heavy lifting would be done by Earth and Mars, but the Rocinante would be there. An observation ship carrying Fred Johnson. A representative, however imperfect, of the Belt. They were ready." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Except that Holden also wasn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Especially now that his parents had come up the well from Earth, the impulse to stay close surprised him. He'd spent most of his adult life off-planet. If anyone had asked, he'd have told them that he didn't miss Earth. Some people, yes. Some places from his childhood, maybe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But there'd been no sense of longing for the planet itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was only now that it had been attacked that he wanted to protect it. Maybe it was always like that. He'd outgrown his childhood home, but in the back of his mind, the unexamined assumption was that it would still be there. Changed, maybe. Grown a little older. But there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only it wasn't now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wanting to stay was the same as wanting to go back a little in time to when it hadn't happened.\n\nFred Johnson sent a message. He and weapons technicians Sun-yi Steinberg and Gor Droga were finishing their last meeting. As soon as the new hull was welded into place and the pressure tests complete, they could go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If Holden had any last business on Luna, this was the time for it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had some last business on Luna.\n\nThe torches flared and died and flared again. The Rocinante was remade a little, the same way it had been over and over through the years. Little changes adding up over time as the ship moved from what it had been to what it would be next." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just like all the people she carried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You okay?\" Bobbie asked.\n\n\"What?\" Holden said.\n\n\"You were sighing,\" she said.\n\n\"He does that sometimes,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do?\" Holden said, realizing as he did that Bobbie was still looped in on the Rocinante-only channel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That he was glad she was. \"I didn't know I did that.\"\n\n\"Don't worry about it,\" Naomi said. \"It's cute.\"\n\n\"So,\" he said. \"When you're done with that, Naomi? Fred's on his way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" she said, and he was probably just imagining the dread in her voice. \"All right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cart that drove them down toward the refugee station ran on electromagnetic track that held the wheels to the ground. Part-grumble, part-chime, the sound was loud enough that Holden felt he had to raise his voice a little to be heard over it.\n\n\"If she's still being paid through the UN or Mars, that would be different,\" Holden said. \"If we're offering her a place on the ship permanently, I just think we need to be careful about how we do it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's good,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's actually trained for a ship like the Roci, which is more than any of us can say. She gets along with the crew. Why wouldn't you want Bobbie on board?\"\n\nThe air in the deeper corridors was damp and close. The environmental systems were working at their full capacity, and a little bit more. People shuffled out of the cart's way, some staring at them as they passed, some not seeming to look at anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The refugee station stank of loss and waiting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost every person they passed was a lifetime that had been severed from its roots. Holden and Naomi were the lucky ones here. They still had their home, even if it was a changed one.\n\n\"It's not Bobbie,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course I want Bobbie. But the terms ... Do we pay her? Do we redistribute ownership of the Roci so that she's got the same stake in her that all of us do? I'm not sure that's a good idea.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi looked at him, her eyebrows rising. \"Why not?\"\n\n\"Because whatever we do with Bobbie sets the precedent for what we do with any other crew we bring on.\"\n\n\"Meaning Clarissa.\"\n\n\"I don't want to give Clarissa Mao ownership of the Roci,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I just ... She's here, and okay, fine. I'm still not sanguine about that, but I can deal with it. And I want to bring Bobbie all the way into the crew, but I just— I can't. I can't agree that Clarissa ever gets to call my ship her home. There's a difference between letting her be there and pretending she's like Bobbie. Or you. Or me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No forgiveness?\" Naomi asked, halfway between teasing and serious.\n\n\"Plenty of forgiveness. Loads of forgiveness. Some boundaries too.\"\n\nThe cart lurched to the left, slowed. The chiming sound cycled lower as it stopped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Father Anton was waiting at the door, smiling and nodding to them as they lifted themselves out and bounce-shuffled forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The quarters for Holden's parents were better than most. The suite was tight and too small, but private. His mothers and fathers didn't have to share it with anyone outside the family. Mother Tamara's yellow curry scented the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Father Tom and Father Cesar stood in the doorway to one of the bedrooms, arms around each other's hips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Father Dimitri leaned against the arm of an old sofa, while Mother Elise and Mother Tamara came in from the little kitchen. Father Joseph and Mother Sophie sat on the couch, a thin magnetic chess set between them, the pieces scattered by their game. Everyone was smiling, including him, and none of them meant it.\n\nIt was goodbye again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he'd left for his doomed tour in the Navy, there'd been a moment like this too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A leave-taking that meant something they couldn't be sure of. Maybe he'd be back in a few weeks. Or never. Maybe they'd be here on Luna, or transfer to L-4. Or something else might happen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without the farm and decades of social inertia to hold them together, maybe they would break apart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A sudden, oceanic sadness washed through Holden, and he had to fight to keep it from showing. Protecting his parents from his distress one more time. Just the way they were doing for him.\n\nOne by one, and then in groups, they hugged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mother Elise held Naomi's hand and told her to take care of her little boy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi solemnly agreed that she'd do what she could. If this might be the last time he had his parents all together, he was grateful that Naomi was there to be part of it, right up until Father Cesar said goodbye.\n\nCesar's skin was wrinkled as a turtle's, dark as fresh-turned earth. There were tears in his eyes as he took Holden's hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You did good, boy. You made everyone proud of you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Holden said.\n\n\"You go give those fucking skinnies hell, yeah?\"\n\nOver Cesar's left shoulder, Naomi went stiff. Her smile, which had been soft and warm and amused, became polite." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden felt it like a punch in the gut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Cesar didn't even seem to know that he'd said something rude. Holden was trapped between asking his father to apologize and preserving this last moment. Naomi, talking to Mother Tamara, plucked at her hair. Pulled it over her eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know,\" Holden said. \"That's—\"\n\n\"That's what he'll do,\" Naomi said. \"You can count on Jim.\"\n\nHer eyes were on his, and they were hard and dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Don't make this more awkward than it already is glowed in them as clearly as if she'd written it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden grinned, hugged Father Cesar one last time, and started the retreat to the door, the cart, the Rocinante. All eight of his parents crowded outside the door to watch him go. He felt them there even when the cart turned the corner and started up the ramp toward the docks. Naomi sat silently. Holden sighed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" he said. \"I see now why you didn't want to do that. I'm really sorry that—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't,\" Naomi said. \"Let's don't.\"\n\n\"I think I owe you an apology.\"\n\nShe shifted to look straight at him. \"Your father owes me an apology. One of your fathers. But I'm going to let him off the hook.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cart lurched to the right. A man with a thick beard trotted out of their way. \"I was going to defend you.\"\n\n\"I know you were.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just ... I would have.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know. And then I would have been the reason that everything had gotten weird, and everyone would have gone out of their way to tell me how they respect Belters and how he didn't mean me. And you're their son, and they love you. And they love each other. So no matter what anyone said, it would all have been my fault.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Holden said. \"But then I wouldn't feel as bad about it. And I feel kind of bad about it.\"\n\n\"Cross you'll have to bear, sweetie,\" Naomi said. She sounded tired.\n\nAt the dock, Fred Johnson's crew was loading the last of the supplies into the cargo airlock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The new lace hull panels stood out on the Roci's side like scars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cart, having dropped them off, rumbled and chimed itself away. Holden paused for a moment, looking up at the ship. His heart was complicated.\n\n\"Yeah?\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nothing,\" Holden said. And then, a moment later, \"There was a time I thought things were simple. Or that at least some things were.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He didn't mean me. No, really. He didn't. Because I'm a person to him, and skinnies and Belters ... they aren't people. I had friends on the Pella. Real friends. People I grew up with. People I cared about. People I loved. They aren't any different. They didn't kill people, they killed Earthers. Martians. Dusters. Squats.\"\n\n\"Squats?\"\n\n\"Yup.\"\n\n\"Hadn't heard that one.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She put her hand in his, shifted her body against his, reached up to rest her chin on the top of his head. \"It's considered rude.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden leaned against her as much as the weak gravity would allow. He felt the warmth of her body against his. Felt the rise and fall of her breath.\n\n\"We're not people,\" he said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thing that surprised him the most when it all changed was how little it all changed. At least in the beginning. Between the trailing end of the reconstruction and the rising tide of research projects, Prax sometimes went days or weeks without looking at newsfeeds. Anything interesting in the greater sphere of humanity, he heard about in the conversations of others." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he'd heard that the governing board was putting out a declaration of neutrality, he'd thought it was about gas sequestration and exchange." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hadn't even known there was a war until Karvonides told him.\n\nGanymede knew too much about being a battlefield already. The collapse was too recent in their collective memory, the scars still fresh and raw. There were ice-flooded corridors still unexcavated after the last outbreak of violence, back before the ring gate, back before the opening of the thirteen hundred worlds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one wanted that again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And so Ganymede said it didn't care who ran things, just so long as they could continue their research, care for the people in their hospitals, and go about their lives. A massive We're busy, you figure it out to the universe in general.\n\nAnd then ... nothing. No one claimed them or threatened them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one fired nukes at them, or if they had, the weapons hadn't landed and the event hadn't made the news." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So much of Ganymede's food was locally sourced, no one worried about going hungry. Prax had some concerns about research funding, but after the first few times he brought it up and had the issue swept aside, he'd stopped trying. They were in a holding pattern. They were keeping their heads down, doing the things they'd always done, hoping no one took notice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And so Prax's daily trip between his hole and Mei's school and his offices had been weirdly unchanged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The food carts in the station served the same fried corn mash and bitter tea. The project-management meetings continued on Mondays before lunch. The generations of plant and fungus and yeast and bacteria lived and died and were analyzed just the way they would have been if no one had crippled Earth. Or killed it.\n\nWhen Belters in Free Navy uniforms started appearing on the corners, no one said anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the Free Navy ships had started demanding resupply, their scrip had been added to the approved list of currencies and their contracts drawn up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When loyalists who'd filled their boards and feeds with support for Earth and demands that the governing board take a stand went silent, no one talked about it. It was just understood. Ganymede's neutrality was permitted so long as the Free Navy could enforce it. Marco Inaros—who Prax had never heard of before the rocks fell—might not control the base, but he was quite willing to prune away the people who did until the organizational chart had been bonsai'd into the shape that pleased him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pay tribute to the Free Navy, and govern yourself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rebel, and be killed.\n\nSo nothing much changed and also everything did. The tension was there every day. In every interaction, however mundane." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And it came out at strange times." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like reviewing trial-report data.\n\n\"Fuck the animal trials,\" Karvonides said, her face tight and angry. \"Forget them. This is ready to go into production.\"\n\nKhana crossed his arms, scowling at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prax, confused, had only the data to turn to, so he turned to it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Harvester yeast strain 18, sequence 10 was doing very well. The production numbers—sugars and protein both—were slightly above expected. Lipids were inside the error bars. It had been a good run. But ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His office was spare and close." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The same room he'd taken when he'd brought Mei back from Luna. The first office of his tenure on the Reconstruction Committee. The others on the committee had moved on to larger places with bamboo paneling and augmented-spectrum lights, but Prax liked being where he already was. The familiar had always offered a powerful comfort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If Khana and Karvonides had worked in any other section, there would have been a couch or at least soft chairs for them to sit on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lab stools in Prax's office were also the same ones he'd had his first day back.\n\n\"I ...\" Prax said, then coughed, looked down. \"I don't see why we'd break protocol. That seems ... um ...\"\n\n\"Completely irresponsible?\" Khana said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think the phrase is completely irresponsible.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's irresponsible is sitting on this,\" Karvonides said. \"Two additions to the genome, fifty generations of growth—so less than three days—and we have a species that can beat chloroplasts for making sugars out of light and extends out almost into gamma. Plus the proteins and micronutrients. Use this for reactor shielding and you can shut down the recycler.\"\n\n\"That's hyperbole,\" Khana said. \"And this is protomolecule technology. If you think—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is not! There is literally nothing in Hy1810 that comes from an alien sample. We looked at the protomolecule, said It can't do that; can we? and figured out how to make something of our own. Native proteins. Native DNA. Native catalysts. Nothing that traces back to Phoebe or the ring or anything that came off Ilus or Rho or New London ever touched this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That ... um,\" Prax said. \"That doesn't mean it's safe, though. The animal protocol—\"\n\n\"Safe?\" Karvonides said, wheeling on him. \"There are people starving to death all over the Earth right now. How safe are they?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh, Prax thought. This isn't anger. It's grief." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prax understood grief.\n\nKhana leaned forward, his hands in fists, but before he could speak, Prax put up his palm. He was in charge here, after all. It didn't hurt to actually exercise his power now and then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll continue with the animal protocol,\" he said. \"It's better science.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We could save lives,\" Karvonides said. Her voice was softer now. \"One message. I have a friend at Guandong complex. She'd be able to replicate it.\"\n\n\"I'm not going to be part of this conversation,\" Khana said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The door slammed closed behind him so hard that the latch didn't hold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door ghosted open again, like someone invisible was coming in to take his place.\n\nKarvonides sat, her hands on Prax's desk. \"Dr. Meng, before you say no, I want you to come with me. There's a meeting tonight. Just a few people. Hear us out. Then, if you really don't want to help, I won't bring it up to you again. I swear.\"\n\nHer eyes were dark enough it was hard to tell iris from pupil." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked back down at the data." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was probably right, in her way. Hy1810 wasn't the first yeast that had been modified with radioplasts, and Hy1808 and most of the Hy17 runs had been in animal trials for months without any statistically significant ill effects. With things on Earth as bad as they were, the risk of Hy1810 having adverse effects was almost certainly lower than the dangers of starvation. His stomach felt tight and anxious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wanted to leave." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's proprietary,\" he said, hearing the whine in his voice as he said it. \"Even if we could ethically release it, the legal consequences, not just for us but for the labs in general, would be—\"\n\n\"Just come hear us out,\" Karvonides said. \"You won't have to say anything. You won't even have to talk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prax grunted. A little chuffing sound that centered behind his nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like an angry rat.\n\n\"I have a daughter,\" he said.\n\nThe silence between them went on for the space of a breath. Then another. Then, \"Of course, sir. I understand.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stood up. Her stool scraped against the flooring. It sounded cheap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The urge to say something fluttered in his chest, but he didn't know what it would be, and before he found it, she was gone. She closed the door more gently than Khana had, but with a greater finality. Prax sat, scratching at his arm though it didn't itch, then he closed the report.\n\nThe rest of the day was filled with his own work in the hydroponics labs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His new project was a modified fern built for water and air purification." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They stood in long rows, fronds bobbing in the constant and well-regulated breeze. The leaves—so green they were almost black—smelled familiar and welcoming. The embedded sensors had been gathering data since the day before, and he looked it over like sitting with an old friend. Plants were so much easier than people." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When that was done, he stopped back by his office, returned half a dozen messages, and reviewed the meetings scheduled for the next morning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was all routine. All the same things he'd done before the rocks hit Earth. It was like a ritual.\n\nToday, though, he took the extra step of adding an administrative lock on the Hy1810 data." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried not to think too much about why he'd done it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something vague fluttered in the back of his mind about being able to show he'd done all he could do. He wasn't sure who he imagined he'd be defending himself before, but he didn't really want to think about that.\n\nHe felt nervous during his walk to the tube station. The pale tile walls, the arching ceiling above the platform." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of it was just as it had been ever since the rebuild." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It only seemed ominous because of all the things in his own head. While he waited for his tube, he bought a wax-paper cone of fried bean curd with olive oil and salt. The vendor was an Earther, and Prax noted the way the man had kept his hair and beard long, letting them grow out from his skull to mimic the slightly larger heads of true Belters. The man's skin was dark, so the OPA tattoos on his hands and neck didn't stand out as much as they could have." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cryptic coloration, Prax thought as the chime announced the tube's arrival." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Probably a good idea. It was interesting to see how humanity adopted the strategies you saw anywhere in nature. They were part of nature, after all. Red in tooth and claw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mei was already home when he got there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her voice gabbling with and over the slightly higher tones of Natalia's came in from the playroom like music. Prax relocked the door behind him and went to the kitchen. Djuna, making salad for their dinner and reading something off her hand terminal at the same time, paused both activities to smile her greeting. He kissed her shoulder before going to the little refrigerator and plucking out a beer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Isn't it my turn to make dinner?\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You agreed to take tomorrow because of my late meeting—\" Djuna started, then stopped when she saw the beer in his hand. \"One of those days?\"\n\n\"It was fine,\" he said, but he didn't even convince himself. Part of him thought he should tell her, but that was selfish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Djuna had her own burdens and her own work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wouldn't be able to do anything about Karvonides or Hy1810. If she couldn't fix it, there was no call to burden her. Besides which, then if anyone asked, she'd be telling the truth when she said she didn't know anything.\n\nOver dinner, they talked about the safer parts of work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His plants, her biofilms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mei and Natalia were having one of their good days when they seemed more like best friends than stepsisters, and they took turns talking about all the things that had happened at school. David Gutmansdottir had gotten sick from the new lunches and had to go to the nurse, and the math test was late, and they'd gotten exactly the same score, but it was all right because they'd missed different questions, so Mr. Seth knew it wasn't that they cheated, and anyway tomorrow was Dress-in-Red Day, and they both had to make sure to put out the right clothes before bed and ...\n\nPrax listened to them running together, leaping subject over verb over object like they were running downhill. Natalia had Djuna's brownness, high cheekbones, and thick nose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beside her, Mei looked as pale and round as old pictures of Luna." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After dinner, it was Mei's turn to clean up, and Prax helped her a little. The truth was, she didn't need it. But he enjoyed her company, and it wouldn't be long before she was old enough to start differentiating from the family unit. Then it was homework hour for all of them, and then baths and then beds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mei and Natalia stayed up talking across their bedrooms to each other until Djuna shut the connecting door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even then, the two girls talked, like they had to burn through their buffers before sleep could finally come.\n\nPrax lay beside Djuna, his arm as a pillow, and wondered where Karvonides was. If her meeting had gone well. If he hoped it had or not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe he should have accepted her invitation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even if it was only so that he could know what was going on ...\n\nHe didn't notice that he was falling asleep until the door chime woke him. Prax sat up, disoriented. Djuna was looking at him, her eyes wide and round and frightened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The chime came again, and his first nearly coherent thought was that he should answer before they woke the girls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't go,\" Djuna said, but he was already lurching across the bedroom. He grabbed his robe, knotting the belt as he stumbled into the dimness of the rooms. The system readout said it was just after midnight. The chime came again, and then a deep, soft knocking, like a massive fist using only a fraction of its power." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He heard Mei cry out, and knew from long experience that the sound meant she was still asleep, but wouldn't be for long." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The skin on Prax's flank puckered into goose bumps that only had a little to do with the temperature of the air.\n\n\"Who's there?\" Prax said through the closed door.\n\n\"Dr. Praxidike Meng?\" a man's muffled voice asked.\n\n\"Yes,\" Prax said. \"Who is it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Security,\" the voice said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please open the door.\"\n\nWhich security? Prax wanted to ask. Ganymede Station security or Free Navy? But it was too late now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If it was Station, it made sense to open the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it was Free Navy, it wouldn't stop them if he didn't. What he was going to do next was the same either way.\n\n\"Of course,\" he said, then swallowed.\n\nThe uniforms of the two men in the hall were gray and blue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Station security. The relief that flooded his bloodstream was evidence of how frightened he'd been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How frightened he always was these days.\n\n\"Can I help you?\" he asked.\n\nThe morgue smelled like a lab. The chemical reek of the phenol soap bit at his sinuses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The throbbing hum of the high-use air filters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The clinical lights. It reminded him of his years at upper university. He'd taken a cadaver lab then too. The body he'd dissected had been suffused in preservative fluids, though. Not as fresh. And it had been in better condition." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The identification's solid,\" one of the security people said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Metrics and markers sync up. ID matches. But you know how it is. No relatives on the station, and the union has rules.\"\n\n\"Does it?\" Prax asked. He meant the question honestly, but when he said it out loud, the words took on nuances he hadn't intended. Can a union still matter when there's barely a government any longer?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Are there still rules?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The security man grimaced.\n\n\"It's the way we've always done it,\" he said, and Prax heard the defensiveness in the man's voice. The hint of anger. As if Prax was responsible for all the changes they were suffering." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Karvonides lay on the table, her modesty maintained by a black rubber sheet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her expression was calm. The wounds on her neck and the side of her head were complicated and ugly, but the lack of fresh blood gave the illusion that they weren't serious. They'd shot her four times. He wondered if the others from her meeting were in other rooms, on other tables, waiting for other witnesses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll attest,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" the other security man said, and held out a hand terminal. Prax took it, pressed his palm to the plate. It chirped when it was done recording him, a weirdly cheerful sound, given the circumstances. Prax handed it back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked at the dead woman's face, waiting to understand what he felt about her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had the sense that he should cry, but he didn't feel like it. In his mind, she'd become evidence not of a crime but of what the world had become. Her death wasn't the beginning of an investigation, but the conclusion of one. The data was unambiguous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What happens when you stand up? You're cut down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can we ask you a few questions about the deceased, Dr. Meng?\"\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\n\"How long have you known her?\"\n\n\"Two and a half years.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"In what capacity?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She was a researcher in my labs. Hmm. I'll have to make sure her datasets get collected. Can I make a note of that? Or do I need to wait until the interrogation's done?\"\n\n\"This isn't an interrogation, sir. You go right ahead.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" Prax pulled up his hand terminal and put an entry on his list for the morning. He thought at first there was something wrong with the display, but it was only his hand trembling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shoved the terminal back in his pocket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you,\" he said again.\n\n\"Do you have any idea who might have done this to her? Or why?\"\n\nThe Free Navy did this to her, Prax thought. They did it because she was trying to stand against them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was doing that because people are suffering and starving and dying that might not have to, and she had it in her power to make a difference." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They found out, and they killed her. The way they'd kill me if I made things uncomfortable for them.\n\nHe looked into the security man's inquiring eyes. The way they'd kill you too, he thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anything you can offer on the question, sir? Even something small might help.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Prax said. \"I don't have any idea.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write four sentences sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The docks of Ceres Station ran, roughly speaking, along its equator in a wide belt of titanium and ceramic and steel. The dwarf planet's movement made docking difficult, but once the clamps took hold, ships had the advantage of the 0.3g of spin gravity even with the drive off and cold. And with the radius of spin as big as it was, the Coriolis should have been negligible. The Pella should have felt like it was under a moderate burn and nothing more, but something kept bothering Filip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A sense that the ship was wrong, or that he was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Twice, he snuck into the medical bay and had diagnostics run, then deleted the results after he read them. They didn't show anything anyway. But maybe he was just so used to life under thrust that the trace of sideways impulse was enough to unsettle him. Or maybe it was only that the ship was empty except for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A small, gnawing part of his mind kept suggesting it had something to do with the man he'd shot, but that didn't make any sense." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Along with his father, he'd killed billions. Shooting one man—one that didn't even die—was nothing to him. It had to be the Coriolis.\n\nHis father had made it very clear that Filip's universe stopped at the airlock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pella and everything in it was his the same as it always was, but Ceres Station was worse than vacuum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fair or unfair, Filip was banned from the station for life. It was the deal Marco had struck with the OPA governor, Dawes. The others would be an active part of the evacuation, but Filip could only watch. And so he walked the corridors, went up and down the lift, slept, ate, exercised, and waited while just on the other side of the airlock, all the people he knew best stripped Ceres Station to the studs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd have been part of the effort if he could." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe that was all it was. Maybe it was just the fact that he'd been left behind and relaxing while the others did the work didn't sit well with him. That seemed more likely than Coriolis. Or the man he'd shot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The truth was, he didn't remember much of the event." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been out with maybe a dozen Free Navy and some local fringe and hangers-on. According to the old laws he was still too young to be in the bars and brothels, but he was Filip Inaros and no one had suggested he leave. There had been music. He'd danced with a local girl, admired her tattoos, bought her drinks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he'd kept up with her too, drink for drink." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd liked him, he could tell. And if the music had been too loud for them to talk, that didn't matter. He could tell.\n\nHer interest hadn't been about him so much as about the story of who he was. The son of Marco Inaros." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Karal had warned him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco had warned him. Some people would be attracted to what they thought he was. He had to be careful always to remember who his family was. Not let himself be baited or seduced." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Free Navy had the power now, but there were still people on Ceres who were more than half loyal to the old ways." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Our enemies, at least you know where they stand, his father had said when they arrived at Ceres. There's nothing you can trust less than half-Belters. Marco hadn't said it straight out, but he'd meant Filip's mother and all the people like her. Belters who'd let themselves be turned away from the Belt and the condescending Fred Johnson Earthers who pretended to care about them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moderate OPA was just another way to say traitor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So Filip had known not to trust the girl, even while he was drinking with her. Drinking too much with her. When she'd left without telling him, he'd felt humiliated and angry. And then something had happened, he couldn't quite put together, and he'd been carted off by Ceres security and his father called." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Which had been humiliating again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They hadn't talked, not really. Marco had ordered him to stay on ship, so on ship he'd stayed. Maybe they'd never speak of it again. Maybe that conversation was still coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe not knowing which was what left him feeling wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't know. He hated that he didn't know.\n\nHe sat in the gunner's station, the screen slaved to his terminal, and sampled the feeds. A man posting under an old-style OPA banner shouting about how the Free Navy was the last, best hope for Belter liberty. A thin-faced coyo sitting too close to his camera talking in halting Farsi about the implications of the biologicals supplied by Earth being cut off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some high-end pornography in what looked like a water treatment plant and a hotel lobby." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An old Sabbu Re movie series, pairing him against Sanjit Sangre back when Sangre had still looked like a badass. Noise. It was all just noise and images, and Filip let them wash over him without noticing what he was taking in. An impressionistic sense of violence and victory, with him and his father at the head of it all. Arousal and anger paired with all the complexity of an old way of life passing into darkness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he killed the speakers, the Pella was quiet in the never-quite silent way a ship had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The drive was off, so there were none of the low hums or occasional harmonics that made the background of his normal life. But the decking joints still ticked and murmured as the plates warmed or cooled. The air recyclers hissed and huffed and hissed again. So maybe that was part of what felt wrong." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sounds of a ship under thrust were so unlike a ship in dock that the subtle background music of his life had changed and set him on edge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tightness in his belly, the impatience like an itch in his soul that kept him uncomfortable no matter what position he sat in or stood. The ache in his jaw and across his shoulders. Maybe they were just the natural expression of a man used to being in motion being forced into passivity. That was all. Nothing more than that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before you kill yourself, his mother had said, come find me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stood up, shut down the feeds with a gesture, and stalked down toward the gym. The good thing about being alone was that no one was using any of the equipment. He didn't bother warming up, just brought down the resistance bands, strapped in, and pulled. He relished the way the handles bit into his palms, the sense of his muscles protesting and tearing, each little injury making them grow back again stronger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Between sets, he turned on some music—loud, aggressive dai-bhangra—only to stop in the middle of the next set and turn it off again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everything he wanted annoyed him as soon as he had it. He wondered if he'd have felt the same about the girl. If she'd stayed, and they'd fucked, if afterward he'd have wanted her gone. Turned off like the music." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't know what it would take to make him feel right." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Getting the fuck off Ceres wouldn't hurt, though.\n\nThe voices came first, loud and laughing and familiar as Tía Michelle's bread soup. Karal and Sárta, Wings, and Kennet and Josie. The crew, coming back on board." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wondered if his father was there yet, and what he hoped the answer would be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bist bien,\" Wings said. \"Jeszcze seconds more.\"\n\nThe older man staggered a little as he stepped into the gym. His hair was swept up at the sides as it always was, but with a little less crispness than usual. His real name was Alex, but someone had started calling him Wings because of that hairstyle, and his eyes were bloodshot pink, and his gait was a little too relaxed and unsteady." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had a crumpled purple bag under his arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Filipito!\" he said, lumbering over. \"Bila a ti, I was.\"\n\n\"And now found me,\" Filip said. \"So geht gut, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah yeah yeah,\" Wings said, not hearing the bite in Filip's words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The older man lowered himself to the deck, and watched blearily as Filip pulled against the bands and trembled with the effort. \"Done. Alles complét. Everyone coming home to ... to roost. Or ... not roost. Fly, sa sa? We're flying out into the big, big empty.\"\n\n\"Good,\" Filip said. He made the last pull of the set, holding the tension long and hard until his arms shook and burned and failed. The bands snapped back a few centimeters, then slowed and retracted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip squeezed his fists." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wings held out the bag.\n\n\"Yours,\" he said.\n\nFilip looked at the bag, then at Wings who shook it at him in a take it gesture. It looked like plastic, but it felt and folded like paper in Filip's hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever was inside it shifted, limp and heavy as a dead animal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No point leaving anything for the pinché inners,\" Wings said. \"Confiscations all over the station. Anything they didn't bolt down and half of what they did. Only since tu es lá, I think for you. Yeah?\"\n\nHe opened the flap. Something dark and textured, regular and irregular at the same time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pulled the bag free and unfolded the heavy material." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before. He unfolded it.\n\n\"A ... vest?\" Filip said.\n\n\"For you,\" Wings said. \"Leather, that. Alligát. Real too. From Earth. Took it from a high-end shop by the governor's quarters. Very rich. Only the best for you, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip gave into the temptation to smell the thing, putting the dead animal's cured scales against his nose and breathing in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was something subtle and beautiful about the leather—not sweet and not sour, but rich and low and deep. He put it on, settling the weight across his sweat-damp shoulders. Wings clapped his hands in glee.\n\n\"You know how much esá cost?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wings said. \"More scrip than you or me would see in five years. For that. Just that. Would be some pinché Inner strutting around the Belt wearing it just to show how he could and we couldn't, yeah? But we're Free Navy now. No one better than. None.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip felt the smile on his lips, tentative as a breeze. He imagined himself in the bar now, wearing his leather vest like the richest of the rich from before. Wings was right. This was the kind of thing that no Belter could have had. A symbol of everything that Earth used to remind them that they were less. Small." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not worth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only who had it now?\n\n\"Aituma,\" Filip said.\n\n\"Welcome. You're welcome,\" Wings said, waving Filip's gratitude away. \"The thing for you, the pleasure for me. Good trade à alles.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How much was it a reál?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip asked, part to let Wings brag, part so he could brag himself later. Only Wings had lain back on the deck, his arm over his eyes.\n\nThe man shrugged. \"Nothing. Everything. For for? Shop's closed. Not like there's going to be another shipment of them, yeah? Esá es the last leather vest out of Earth. End point.\"\n\nThe Free Navy left Ceres Station like spores shed by a fungal body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Drive plumes lit and flared and blinked out again like images Filip had seen of fireflies on Earth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If there were still any fireflies on Earth.\n\nAnd while each Free Navy ship carried a few civilians away toward safety, theirs were far from the only ships leaving. As soon as Marco had made his intentions clear, a wave of civilian refugees had made themselves ready. Rock hoppers and prospectors and shitty half-legal transport ships all filled to the bulkheads with people desperate to get out of the great city of the Belt before it fell back into the hands of Earth and Mars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And in the midst of it all, the great spinning plume of water and ice as the reservoirs vented." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The water reserves spun out from the station, briefly echoing the arms of the galaxy and then stopped, thinned, and spread out into the vast darkness of the Belt. Ice lost among the steady brightness of stars.\n\nThe docks, they left in ruins. The reactors, powered down, then either sabotaged or stripped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The power grid and tube systems dismantled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The defense grids stood quiet, their magazines open and empty. Transmitter and sensor arrays were salvaged for parts, then melted to slag. The medical centers had been raided and emptied, leaving only enough to treat the patients already in their care. Taking those supplies, Marco said, would have been cruel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of the six million people on Ceres, maybe a million and a half would escape before the enemy arrived." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ones that remained would be in a shell of stone and titanium hardly more capable of sustaining life than the original asteroid had been.\n\nIf Earth hunkered down and rebuilt, it would take them years to get back to where Ceres had been, pinning them to the station like insects against a board. If Earth chased and attacked the Free Navy, they would be firing on ships carrying refugees. If they abandoned the station, millions of Belters would die under their care and push anyone still sympathetic to the old ways toward the new." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anything they did would be a victory for the Free Navy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They couldn't win. That was Marco's genius.\n\nOn the Pella, things fell quickly back into their old patterns of duty, but Filip saw differences now. Ways that Ceres Station had changed them. For one thing, the liquor was better." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jamil had his whole cabin stacked with bottles in polished boxes carved from real wood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The packaging alone would have cost more than Filip would have seen in three years' work, to say nothing of the whiskey inside them. Dina came back with half a dozen hand-painted silk scarves confiscated from an Earther's mansion, and she wore them like a bird proud of its plumage.\n\nEveryone wore trinkets of gold and diamond and peridot, but the best was the amber. All the other gems and jewelry could maybe get mined from the Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amber, though, needed a tree and a few million years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the one stone that spoke of Earth, and wearing it showed who they'd become better than all the perfumes and spices and leather vests there would ever be. The luxuries that Earth and Mars had bled the Belt to acquire belonged to the Free Navy now. Back to the Belt, as was only just.\n\nIt would have been perfect, except for his father." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the moment Marco had returned to the ship, Rosenfeld at his side, Filip found himself avoiding them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After the first few days spent on the burn, he realized he was waiting to be summoned. Lying in his bunk, trying to sleep, Filip imagined himself under his father's gaze, called upon to justify all that he'd done on Ceres. Murmuring under his breath so that no one passing by could hear it, he rehearsed all the things he would say. It was the security man's fault." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was Filip's own failing, driven by humiliation at the local girl's disrespect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been an accident. It had been justified. The image of the girl from the club slowly shifted in Filip's mind until she became something like the devil incarnate. The security man he'd shot grew in his private retellings to become a bumbler and a fool and likely a sympathizer for the inner planets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the confrontation he'd dreaded finally arrived, it was nothing like he'd expected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Late at night, his cabin door had simply opened and Marco stepped in as casually as if the room had been his own. Filip sat up, blinking away sleep as his father sat at the foot of his couch. The drive pressed him down at a gentle quarter g. He gestured, and the system brought up the lights.\n\nMarco leaned forward, fingers knotted together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hair was pulled back in a high, tight bun that drew the skin around his temples tight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stubble darkened his cheeks and his eyes seemed to have retreated a few millimeters. Pensive, Filip thought. He knew that his father would turn in on himself sometimes. This was how he looked when it happened. Filip pulled his legs up, hugging his knees to his chest, and waited." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco sighed. When he spoke, his accent was thicker than usual." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Appearances,\" he said. \"Savvy? War y politics y peace and all in between? It's about appearances.\"\n\n\"If you say.\"\n\n\"Leaving Ceres, it was right. Clever. Genius move. Everyone says it. The inners, though. The old bitch on Earth and the new one on Mars? They'll say otherwise. Call it fleeing, yeah? Retreat. A victory against the Free Navy and all it stands for.\"\n\n\"Won't be.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know. But going to have to show it. Demonstration of power. Can't ...\" Marco sighed again and leaned back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His smile was weary. \"Can't give them the tempo.\"\n\n\"Can't, so won't,\" Filip said.\n\nMarco chuckled. A low, warm sound." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He put his hand on Filip's knee, his palm rough and warm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, Filipito. Mijo. You're the only one I can really talk to anymore.\"\n\nFilip's heart swelled in his breast, but he didn't let himself smile. Only nodded the serious nod of a grown man and military advisor. Marco closed his eyes for a moment, leaning back against the bulkhead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked vulnerable then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still his father, still the leader of the Free Navy, but also a man, weary and unguarded. Filip had never loved him more.\n\n\"So,\" Marco said, \"we will. Show of strength. Let them take the station and then show that they've won nothing against us. Not so hard.\"\n\n\"Not at all,\" Filip said as Marco pushed himself back up to standing and stepped to the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When his father was halfway into the corridor, Filip spoke again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is there anything else?\"\n\nMarco looked back, eyebrows lifted, lips pursed. For a moment, they considered each other. Filip could hear his own heartbeat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of his practiced lines seemed to have vanished under his father's soft brown eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Marco said, and stepped out. The door closed with a click, and Filip let his head sink onto his knees. His mistake on Ceres was gone. Forgotten. A disappointment he couldn't explain tainted the relief that flowed through him, but only a little." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide four sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The grease crayon was meant to mark decking during construction, and so in a sense Michio was still keeping to its purpose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The marks weren't inventory control or inspection chop, and what she was constructing wasn't a ship, but still. The wall of her cabin had a long rectangular mark where she usually kept a mounted lithograph. An original print by Tabitha Toeava of false coral structures. Part of her One Hundred Aspects of Europa series, and it rested in its frame on her crash couch like it was watching her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Along one side of the wall, Michio had listed the major settlements of the outer planets: Ceres, Pallas, Vesta, Iapetus, Ganymede, and on and on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some were based on moons, some in the tunnels of well-mined asteroids, and a few—Tycho Station, the Shirazi-Ma Complex, Coldwater, Kelso—were spin stations that floated free. She'd started writing what she thought they needed there: water where there wasn't local ice, complex biologicals everywhere but Ganymede, construction material, food, medical supplies. When it got too dense to read, she cleaned the wall with the side of her fist. The smears were still there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the middle column, the colony ships she and her fleet had taken: the Bedyadat Jadida, out of Luna." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The John Galt and the Mark Watney, out of Mars. The Helen R. and Jacob H. Kanter, sponsored by the Congregation Ner Shalom. The San Pietro, sponsored by the DeVargas Corporation. The Caspian and the Hornblower and the Kingfisher, operating under independent charters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of them stocked to make settlements on new and hostile worlds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some hardly had enough for a small human toehold. Others, enough to carry a hundred people for three years. Enough to keep the Belt running long enough to remake itself independent of Earth and Mars. Hopefully.\n\nAnd on the other edge, her own fleet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Serrio Mal captained by Susanna Foyle, Panshin by Ezio Rodriguez, Witch of Endor by Carl al-Dujaili, and so on down the wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Each of them with their own complement of boarding troops. All of them were hers to command, and would be until it came clear that she answered to herself now. Then ... Well. That would be then.\n\nShe squeezed the grease crayon and released it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The soft click as it gave up its grip on her fingertips again and again like someone tapping on the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With every mark she made, the fear in her chest shifted. It didn't leave her—nothing as straightforward as that—but instead of feeling bright and jittery and jagged, her heart folded in on itself and let the crust of a lifetime's failures and pains fall away. At least for a little while. It felt like getting on a treadmill and finding the perfect rhythm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One that brought her breath and her body and her mind together and stilled time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she'd started, she'd half hoped to find a reason she couldn't go through with her mutiny. Now that she was engaged, the doubt was forgotten. Somewhere in the process, she'd gone from whether she should to how she was going to. Until Nadia spoke, Michio didn't even notice she was there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bertold still not letting you on the system?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio sighed and shook her head. \"Until we make the break, he wants everything off the computers. He's got the local countermeasures ready to update. But you know how it is. Tipping our hand.\"\n\n\"Do you think Marco is monitoring the ship that closely?\"\n\n\"No,\" Michio said. Then, \"I don't know. Maybe. It's all right. Part of me likes working this way. It's more ... I don't know. Tactile?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can see that,\" Nadia said. \"We're getting close.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't want more than a second of light delay,\" Michio said. \"I can't do this trading messages. I have to be able to talk.\"\n\n\"We're getting close,\" Nadia said again, her voice a halftone lower. She understood.\n\nMichio squeezed the grease crayon and relaxed. Tick. \"How long?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"By tonight,\" Nadia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She stepped in close, considering the wall and all of its markings. She was half a head shorter than Michio, and the first scattering of gray hair complicated her temple. She sighed to herself and nodded.\n\n\"Checking my work?\" Michio said, teasing a little." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" Nadia said seriously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This was a complicated situation before. We're about to make it much more. Times like this, we check the seals we just checked.\"\n\nMichio sat on her crash couch and let her wife go over all the ships and stations. Nadia put her hands to her hips in fists and made small sounds in the back of her throat. Michio thought they were approval." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be easier when she had the ship's system available to plot it all out, place each ship and its vector on a single interface." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even with her wall a mass of careful handwriting, there were other lists—longer lists—of critically important information. The warships under Marco's direct control. The elite guard force that Rosenfeld held in reserve. The thousands of supply containers from Pallas and Vesta and Callisto that had already been scattered to the care of the overwhelming void." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio stretched her back against the one-third g braking burn, feeling the ache between her ribs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When are we going to steal it all?\" Nadia asked.\n\n\"When I talk to Carmondy,\" Michio said. \"Earlier than that, and Himself might notice. Later, and he might be warned.\"\n\n\"Ah, Carmondy,\" Nadia said with a sigh. \"It bothers me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Me too,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nadia turned from the wall to consider her. The air of checking for errors didn't change.\n\n\"What bothers you?\" Nadia asked.\n\nMichio nodded at the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All this. Doing what I'm about to do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't think it's right?\"\n\n\"I don't know if that matters. I mean, Marco does what he thinks is right. And Dawes. And Earth. All of them do what they think is right, and tell themselves that they're moral people with the strength to do the necessary things, however terrible they seem at the time. Every atrocity that has been done to us had someone behind it who thought what they did was justified. And here I am. A moral person with the strength to do this. Because it's justified.\"\n\n\"Ah,\" Nadia said. \"You don't think Carmondy will join us.\"\n\n\"I don't. And then I think I'll have to make an example of him so that the others will take me seriously.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not much of a pirate queen who leaves survivors in peace,\" Nadia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then, \"You're wrong about one thing, though. Not every evil thing is done by the righteous. Some people do harsh things for the pleasure. But that isn't what bothers me.\"\n\nMichio lifted her hands, asking the question.\n\n\"Working with Carmondy,\" Nadia said. \"I don't know what it is. The man annoys me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Both of their hand terminals chirped a connection request from Laura on a family-restricted channel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nadia nodded to Michio to accept and then sat at her side so they could both see the screen. Laura was on the command deck, the backsplash of her control screen lightening her cheeks and dancing in her eyes. Icons of all the others except Nadia appeared along the side.\n\n\"What is it?\" Nadia asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Newsfeeds just arrived,\" Laura said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The inners have Ceres. Making an announcement.\"\n\nThey were all silent for a moment. Knowing that it was coming pulled the punch, but Michio still felt it in her gut. \"Play the feed,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura nodded, shifted forward to her controls, and blinked out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A feed appeared in her place. Earth and Mars naval ships docked in the berths at Ceres. Seeing them there was disorienting, a juxtaposition of two things that don't belong together. Even though she'd known it was coming, the feeling was strong." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"—estimated at four and a half million, with sufficient reserves to sustain the station for a maximum of two weeks. The combined fleet is presently developing relief strategies including emergency rationing and a call for food and water from other stations in the Belt and the Jovian system.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The image jittered and cut away, a sloppy edit done by an amateur. And then his face filled the screen. Fred fucking Johnson. Michio felt her gut clench. So that was their play." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Trot out the Earther to speak for the Belt. Again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes were soft and deep and sorrowful. His hair was close cut and white. A pale stubble stood out against the darkness of his cheeks. The text along the screen's edge said Fred Johnson—OPA Spokesman / Tycho Manufacturing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not Colonel Fred Johnson." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not Butcher of Anderson Station. Opportunist. Face of the Belt When Earth's Holding the Camera.\n\n\"Michi?\"\n\n\"I'm fine.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The culture in the outer planets,\" Johnson said, \"has always been one of mutual support. Conditions aboard ship and on stations have always tested humanity's ingenuity and competence. In the many, many years I've worked with the Outer Planets Alliance, I have never seen that ethos betrayed more profoundly than this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're right,\" Michio said. \"I'm not fine. Shut it off.\"\n\nNadia gestured to the screen, and the feed vanished. Michio stood for a long moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't remember crushing the grease crayon, but it was a sticky pulp in her hand now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took a towel from her cabinet and tried to wipe her fingers clean. The crash couch shifted behind her as Nadia sat on it. When Michio had her control back, she turned around. The intimacy of years let her read half a dozen things in Nadia's expression." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's not our natural ally,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The enemy of my enemy is my friend? That's bullshit. There are always more than two sides. Pretending it's only one or else the other is what let that sonofabitch carry so much weight in the OPA for as long as he did.\"\n\n\"He still does,\" Nadia said. \"Some people will listen to him. He has ships.\"\n\n\"I'll get us ships. We don't need his protection.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you say,\" Nadia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then, gently, \"Maybe he needs ours.\"\n\n\"He's a big boy. He can take care of himself.\"\n\n\"Four and a half million, though. That's a lot of people.\"\n\n\"Earth wanted the station. They have it. Good for them,\" Michio said, but her voice sounded less certain in her own ears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They can take care of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're going to need food. Water.\"\n\nMichio pointed to the list she'd scrawled on her wall. Her fingers were dark from the crayon. \"Every base on that list is going to need food and water too. Medical supplies. Reaction mass. Construction material. Everything. Everyone is going to need everything. I'm not going to put Ceres at the top of our list. They've got help.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They got robbed,\" Nadia said. \"By us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"By Marco.\"\n\nNadia smiled and looked off to her left, the way she did when she was ready to end an argument but didn't agree that she'd lost it. Michio couldn't let it go. The words pressed up out of her like Nadia had said them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had invited her response." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not only that it's Fred Johnson,\" Michio said.\n\n\"If Ceres starts to starve,\" Nadia said, ending the question as if it had been a statement.\n\n\"Fine,\" Michio said. \"If Ceres Station starts going hungry. If they're running out of water. I'll help the people on Ceres. Not for Johnson, not for the OPA. But I'll help the people there.\"\n\nNadia nodded, but still looked off to her left, staring at the empty screen like there was a picture still glowing on it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio even looked, but there was only black." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And Earth?\" Nadia asked.\n\n\"What about it?\"\n\n\"People are starving there.\"\n\n\"No,\" Michio said. \"I won't send our supplies to Earth. They had centuries to help us, and they didn't.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nadia's smile widened a millimeter as she rose to her feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She kissed Michio's cheek and left. A moment later, her voice came from down the corridor with Evans answering. The life of the ship continued, even with everything changing around it. Michio turned back to her lists, but she wasn't sure what she was looking at anymore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her mind kept sliding back to Fred Johnson's soft, tired eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I have never seen that ethos betrayed more profoundly than this. She leaned forward and used her thumbnail to scrape a clean line through the center of the word Ceres. The gray of the wall showed through the center of the letters. But she didn't rub it out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When, eight hours later, the Connaught finally came within a light-second of the Hornblower, the newsfeeds had settled on their narrative about the retaking of Ceres." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The phrase combined fleet became a kind of catch-all for the patchwork of Earther and Martian naval ships that were clustered there beside a ragged handful of Belter vessels. It was like going back to the days before Eros, when the alliance between the inner planets had seemed unshakable. Certainly there was some nostalgia among the inner planets' commentariat, but the reports from Earth and Mars kept the wailing for the golden age of squeezing the Belt in perspective. Riots had broken out in Londres Nova and scuttled a meeting of the Martian parliament, and the best news from Earth was that the climbing death rate was linear instead of exponential, with hopes that it would level off as the most vulnerable and compromised parts of the globe finished dying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco had gone quiet, though she assumed that meant he was busy planning his next steps with some part of his cabal that didn't include her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That suited her fine. She had enough to think about already.\n\nShe had already recorded her message to the other captains under her command. It was ready for tightbeam transmission at her word, and once they went out, there'd be no going back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing else, not even talking to Carmondy, was as irrevocable as that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So why did putting in the connection request to the Hornblower feel like stepping out an airlock?\n\nCarmondy accepted the connection request, and his face appeared on her screen with an icon that showed the communication was secure. His face was broad and placid. On another man, it might have given the impression of harmlessness, but Carmondy had already killed people on her order. She wasn't fooled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Captain,\" he said. \"Wondered when I'd hear from you. Alles gut, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alles interesting anyway,\" Michio said with a smile that, to her surprise, was mostly genuine. \"Looking at some changes to the plan.\" The message went out to the Hornblower, and it came back. One second each way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It made Carmondy's response seem considered and thoughtful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An illusion made from distance and light.\n\n\"I heard. Ceres. Hell of a thing.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" she said. \"Ceres. More than Ceres too. Technically, I know you're in Rosenfeld's chain of command, but I'm about to issue some orders to you and your people. I'd appreciate it if you'd follow them.\"\n\nOne second. Two." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carmondy's eyebrows went up. Another second." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Interesting, sa sa? Tell me.\"\n\nYou can turn back. You haven't said it. No one knows but your family, and they'll still support you if you back away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Put your faith back in Inaros." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or find another Himself out there to fall in line behind, since that always works out so well.\n\n\"I'm rerouting the Hornblower to Rhea. Cutting the prisoners loose. Redistributing the cargo.\"\n\nOne second. Two. Or was it a little faster this time?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "How close were the ships now?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Rhea not one of ours.\"\n\n\"It's not aligned with the Free Navy, no,\" Michio said. \"That's why I picked it.\"\n\nOne second. No, the messages were definitely coming faster now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carmondy nodded and sucked his teeth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A high, hissing sound as his eyes narrowed. She watched him understand and waited to see his reaction.\n\n\"Mutiny, then?\"\n\n\"Won't be my first,\" she said with a lightness that she didn't feel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Taking as many ships from my command as will come. Mission's the same. Get the colony ships and support the Belt. No drift.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pause seemed to last forever. \"No drift,\" Carmondy said and shrugged. \"Bien. You want us to ride it there, or are we coming back on board?\"\n\nAlarms went off in Michio's hindbrain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This wasn't right. She shook her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, Carmondy. We could have been beautiful. You're coming on board. All your people. But you're sending your arms and armor here first, and you're coming in pairs.\"\n\nPause. \"Oh now, Captain, I don't see how that happens.\"\n\n\"I've got two options,\" Michio said. \"Bringing you and yours, armed and armored, onto the ship because I'm just so sure you're loyal to me and not Marco? Not one of them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pause. A smile she couldn't quite read." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Carmondy leaned in toward his camera. His hands weren't in the square of the screen, but she imagined them folded together on his table. When he spoke, his voice was just as friendly but somehow flatter. \"Que then?\"\n\n\"Either you and yours come to me and I send the supplies to the Belt the way we always said we would, or I kill the Hornblower as a warning to al-Dujaili and Foyle and the rest that I'm serious.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took longer than two seconds this time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Longer than three. Michio kept her expression calm even while her heart was thudding against her ribs like it wanted out.\n\n\"Here's what I say,\" Carmondy said. \"I turn this pinché ship to Pallas. You go your way, I go mine. A que comes between you and Inaros comes between you and Inaros. But you and me walk away, honor on all sides.\"\n\nYes floated in the back of her mouth, ready to be said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted this over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She hated conflict. How the hell had she wound up living in the middle of it?\n\n\"No,\" she said. \"Your arms and armor in a pack out the airlock within the hour or we break the Hornblower again. And we mean it this time.\" She shrugged. She waited. About a second this time. Closer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Kill us to make a point?\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Kill you so I don't have to kill as many other people later. Rather be loved than feared, but hey. Fallen world.\" Pause.\n\n\"You can't stop me getting the word out,\" Carmondy said.\n\nMichio sighed, shifted the feed, and sent out her message. The one that began, You have put yourself under my command out of loyalty to the Belt, and out of loyalty to the Belt I expect you to remain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So that was it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her time with Marco Inaros was over. Michio Pa, once OPA, once Free Navy, now just herself and her ship in a universe all too ready to see her destroyed. For all the consequences that were coming now, for all the pain and loss she'd just invited into her life, she still felt relieved. Like she was where she was supposed to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They know,\" she said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately one sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now can we get to the part where you surrender, or are you going to insist that I kill you?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with four sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going four sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seriously,\" Arnold Mfume, one of Fred Johnson's spare pilots, said. \"You used a rail gun as a drive? To pull a ship up from a decaying orbit?\"\n\nAlex shrugged, but the little bloom of pride in his chest was warm all the same. \"Naomi did all the math on it,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was mostly babysitting the Roci while it followed her orders. But ... well, yeah.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That is fucking insane,\" Arnold said through his laughter.\n\n\"Didn't really have any other choices,\" Alex said. \"We wind up doin' a certain amount of improvisation, one way and another.\"\n\nAcross the table from him, Sandra Ip smiled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't know if the way her eyes were locked on his was a sign of how drunk she'd gotten, the beginning of an erotic invitation, or a little bit of both." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Either way, he found himself smiling back.\n\n\"Wish I'd been there,\" Mfume said.\n\n\"I kind of wish I hadn't,\" Alex said. \"It's a lot more fun now that it's not going on anymore. At the time, it was more in the oh-shit-we're-all-going-to-die category.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's what adventures are,\" Bobbie said, and Ip's lazy smile tracked over toward her without changing much." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So more about drunk maybe. \"Shitty things that make for good stories later.\"\n\n\"I heard you went hand-to-hand with a protomolecule soldier,\" Mfume said.\n\n\"That's not even a good story,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her smile kept it from being awkward, but that path of conversation was definitely closed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mfume shifted, and Alex could see the temptation to push. To maybe get Bobbie to elaborate, even if it was only a little bit more.\n\n\"Now, you want to talk about flying,\" Alex said, \"you should hear about when Bobbie and me were trying to outrun the Free Navy.\"\n\n\"Pretty sure we told that story,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex blinked and looked into his glass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was right. He had told that story, and since they'd all sat down, Ip might not be the only one well on her way to tipsy. \"Right,\" he said. \"In that case, you want to talk about flyin', you should get another drink.\"\n\nHe lifted his arm and leaned back, trying to catch the server's eye.\n\nThe Blue Frog was a port bar, and if Alex had to guess, he'd say it had seen better days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The round tables hunched together within larger, swooping, glowing structures that defined the booths that he and the others leaned against." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only the lights seemed dirty and the table was chipped. Different menus detailed the services of the bar: food, drink, pharmaceutical, sex. An empty stage promised live music or burlesque or karaoke, only later. Not right now. And more than that, there was a smell to the place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not unpleasant, not rotten, but tired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like spent oil or old sealant.\n\nThe expanded crew of the Rocinante were scattered among three tables. To Alex's right, Amos sat grinning like a vaguely ominous Buddha with Clarissa Mao, Sun-yi Steinberg, and a shirtless young man who Alex suspected had been ordered from a menu. To his left, Naomi and Chava Lombaugh were locked in a vigorous conversation, while Gor Droga and Zach Kazantzakis leaned back, keeping out of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other tables were dominated by a mixture of Earth and Mars navy crews." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crispness of their military uniforms and haircuts seemed out of place, like they were rebuking the architecture for being only what it was. Here and there locals hunched together like they were defending a position against a siege. Covert glances of the natives of Ceres didn't carry a sense of threat as much as bewilderment. The music that leaked from hidden speakers stayed lower than the conversation, shimmering major scale notes making an ambiguous wash of sound, neither celebratory nor sad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The manager—a dark-skinned man with cold blue eyes and a permanent near-smirk—caught Alex's glance, nodded to him, and sent a server trotting over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smile on the woman's face seemed almost genuine. Alex ordered another round for the table, and by the time his attention came back to the conversation, the topic had moved on.\n\n\"There were rules about that in the service,\" Bobbie said.\n\n\"But there were ways to get around them, right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ip said. \"I mean, you aren't telling me everyone in the Martian Navy's celibate.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie shrugged. \"If you're in a relationship with someone above you or below you in the chain of command, it's not a joke. Dishonorable discharge, loss of benefits, maybe jail time. That takes a lot of the shine off. But I wasn't Navy. I'm—I was a marine. If there was a little cross-training between services, it wasn't a problem until it started messing up operational efficiency.\"\n\n\"I heard they put chemicals in the food to lower people's libido,\" Arnold said.\n\nBobbie shrugged. \"If they did, they didn't put in enough.\"\n\n\"What about on the Rocinante?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ip said, turning her full attention to Alex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was definitely more than just alcohol in the question. \"Do you have rules against cheap, sleazy fraternization?\"\n\nAlex chuckled, not certain whether he was getting excited or uncomfortable. \"Captain and the XO have been together damn near since we got on the ship. It'd be a difficult rule to enforce on the rest of us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ip's smile shifted. \"You used to be a Navy boy, didn't you? You and the gunny here ever ...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex regretted ordering the next round. He was going to need his wits about him pretty soon here. \"Me and Bobbie? Nah. That ain't a thing that happened.\"\n\n\"We haven't actually shipped out together that much,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And anyway ... No offense, Alex.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"None taken.\"\n\n\"Really?\" Ip said, leaning forward. Her knee pressed against Alex's in a way that was absolutely innocent. Unless it wasn't, in which case it absolutely wasn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Never even wanted to?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well,\" Bobbie said. \"There was one night on Mars. I think we were both feeling a little lonely. I'd probably have made out with him if he'd asked.\"\n\n\"I can't know that,\" Alex said, suddenly flushed with heat and unable to look Bobbie in the eye. \"You can't tell me that.\"\n\nIp kept her leg pressed to his and cocked her head at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The question was clear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Is this a thing you're still working out? Alex smiled back at her. No, it was never really a thing.\n\nNaomi's voice lifted, carrying over the murmur of conversation and the music both." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was leaning over her table, finger raised to make some boozy point to Chava." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't make out the words, but he knew her tones of voice well enough to know it wasn't anger. Not real anger anyway. For that, Naomi got quiet.\n\nThe server reappeared with a tray of drinks, and Ip leaned across to get hers, then didn't lean all the way back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex felt something in the back of his mind relax." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been a long time since he'd made this particular kind of mistake. Figured he was about due.\n\n\"Y'all excuse me for just a minute,\" he said. \"Need to find the head.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hurry back,\" Ip said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Count on it.\"\n\nWalking across the floor, past the bar, and to the back hall, Alex felt like something out of a bawdy joke. Soldiers pairing off after battle was about as old and worn a scenario as there was. But it had gotten that way for a reason." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The tension going into battle wasn't like any other feeling Alex had ever had, and the relief when it let up was bone-deep and intoxicating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't only him or Ip. It wasn't even only sex. He'd known sailors as locked down and shipshape as a training-manual picture who'd come through action and spent the hours afterward weeping or puking. There was one pilot—Genet, her name was—suffered chronic insomnia that even medication could only manage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every night, she'd be up for an hour between two and three in the morning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Except after an action, when she slept like a baby the whole night through. It was what came of being a primate with a body built for the Pleistocene savanna. Fear and relief and lust and joy were all packed into the same little network of nerves somewhere deep in his amygdalae, and sometimes they touched.\n\nThe flight out from Earth had been short and hard and seemed to last forever." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The long-range sensors showed no active threats between the ports on Luna and the Belt, but all the way out the thought hung in the air like smoke: Were there rocks falling undetected toward Earth?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Toward Mars? Was Marco Inaros three steps ahead of them, the way he always seemed to be? Even Fred Johnson had seemed preoccupied, pacing through the halls with his hands clasped behind his back. The Battle of Ceres was coming. The first fight in the war since the first straight-up ambush." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The combined fleet would find out just how badass a bunch of Belters piloting stolen Martian warships really were, and there was reason to expect that would be pretty damned badass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the drive plumes had lit up the scans of Ceres, Alex felt it in his throat. Long-range battle. Torpedoes launched at extreme range in unpredictable vectors, designed to come in fast and hard, hoping to slip by the PDCs. He wondered if Mars had ever managed to build a good stealth torpedo, and if the traitors who'd supplied the Free Navy would have traded in them if they did exist. He'd spent hours in his crash couch, chasing every anomaly the Roci's sensor arrays spat out, whether they were above threat threshold or not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he did sleep, it was all he dreamed about." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the data came back that the Free Navy ships were burning away, scattered as seeds, he—like every pilot in the combined fleet—looked for the strategy in it. The loops of gravity and thrust that showed where the battle would come together, what the enemy had in its mind. Every time he came up with nothing felt like a threat. The certainty that there was a pattern and he just wasn't smart enough to see it knotted at the base of his skull until his eyes throbbed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His only comfort was that the crews of the Earth and Mars navies, who lived and breathed battle tactics, were as frustrated as he was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the Free Navy's trap snapped shut, they'd all die surprised together.\n\nOnly it kept not happening.\n\nWhen the first ships reached the docks—two troop carriers from Earth, one from Mars—Alex had held his breath. Ceres was the port city of the Belt, and it was sitting there as unguarded and inviting as bait in a trap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Traffic control gave permission to approach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The combined fleet took berths, soldiers spilled out into the docks, the moment for resistance came and went. Reports started filtering back, many of them to Fred Johnson. The Free Navy was gone. There was no armed resistance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No soldiers, only a handful of booby traps, empty storerooms and reservoirs, and a security force stripped to its skeleton and anxious to surrender to anyone willing to take charge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The battle for Ceres Station never came. Instead, the combined fleet and the local engineering unions put together an emergency response team that was even now jerry-rigging the environmental systems and recycling plants to keep the station from collapsing. Fred Johnson had spent all his time before the Rocinante docked trading tightbeam messages with Avasarala on Luna and whoever would answer back from Mars, where the no-confidence vote on Smith had ballooned to a full-scale constitutional crisis. After they'd docked, Fred, a security detail in tow, had vanished into a whirlwind of meetings with local OPA groups, unions, and the thin, traumatized remains of the administrative staff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rest of the crew went to the bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been strange at first—still was strange when he thought about it—watching the people of Ceres Station react to their new invaders. Everyone Alex met seemed built out of confusion and relief and anger and a kind of formless grief that spread out through the station hallways like a vapor. Ceres was a huge port, independent of the inner planets for years, and now maybe reconquered by them. Or maybe rescued. No one seemed to know if the combined fleet was the avenging hammer of Earth or the final proof that Fred Johnson's OPA was a legitimate political force." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or if maybe something bigger and stranger had happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smiles of the Ceres natives were tentative, and they carried shards of rage and loss in their eyes. Even here at the Blue Frog, where the crews were welcomed and served the best of what little remained, the fleet and the natives pulled apart, uncertain of each other. Segregated by choice and history. Alex found himself thinking of it as Belters at the bar and inners at the tables, but that wasn't true." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ip and Mfume and all of Fred's people were OPA." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even the divisions between people seemed new, and nobody was quite sure yet which unspoken rules applied.\n\nAlex came out of the men's room to a wall of sound. In the few minutes he'd been indisposed, someone had cranked up the karaoke and was shouting out a boozy version of Noko Dada's version of \"No Volveré\" but without any of the harmony parts. He paused at the end of the bar and looked out over the tables, hoping to find a corner where he could have a quiet word with Sandra Ip away from the stage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden was at a table by himself, hunched over a white mug with a ferocious scowl on his face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex felt a tug of anxiety. Back at his table, Bobbie and Ip were talking over each other while Mfume laughed. Ip looked over toward him, grinned, and patted the seat beside her. He held up a finger—one minute—and sloped over toward Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey there, partner,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You holding together all right?\"\n\nHolden looked up and around like he was surprised to find himself there. Then, after a moment, \"Yeah, no. I'm all right.\"\n\nAlex tilted his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Seems like you just said three different things in a row.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I ... ah. Yeah, I did, didn't I? I'm fine.\" He nodded at the small gold packet in Alex's hand. \"What's that?\"\n\nAlex held it up. He'd gotten the packet from a dispenser in the men's room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The foil had a dragon's head embossed on it and some nonsense kanji that didn't mean anything." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden's brow furrowed. \"Sobriety meds?\"\n\nAlex felt himself blushing and tried to hide it by smiling. \"Well, I'm thinking I may be in a situation here pretty soon where everybody needs to be able to agree to whatever they're agreeing to.\"\n\n\"Always a gentleman,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mama raised me right. But seriously, are you doing okay? Because you're staring at that coffee like it called you bad names.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden glanced down at his cup. The song sloped down to the rough trill at the end. The applause was scattered and weak. Holden turned his coffee mug on the table, setting the black surface dancing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The porcelain scraped against the tabletop until the chords of a new tune crashed out and a woman's voice starting on a Belter Creole cover of Cheb Khaled drowned it out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Holden spoke, his voice barely carried over the music.\n\n\"I keep thinking about my dad calling Belters skinnies right in front of Naomi. And the way she took it.\"\n\n\"Family can be rough,\" Alex said. \"Especially when emotions are kind of high.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"True, but that's not what's ...\" Holden opened his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A gesture of frustration. \"I always thought that if you gave people all the information, they'd do the right thing, you know? Not always, maybe, but usually. More often than when they chose to do the wrong thing anyway.\"\n\n\"Everybody's a little naïve sometimes,\" Alex said, feeling as the words passed his lips that maybe he wasn't quite following Holden's point. Maybe he should have taken the first of the sobriety pills before he'd left the men's room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I meant fact,\" Holden went on as if he hadn't heard Alex at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I thought if you told people facts, they'd draw their conclusions, and because the facts were true, the conclusions mostly would be too. But we don't run on facts. We run on stories about things. About people. Naomi told me that when the rocks fell, the people on Inaros' ship cheered. They were happy about it.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well.\" Alex paused, rubbing a knuckle across his upper lip. \"Consider they might all be a bag of assholes.\"\n\n\"They weren't killing people. In their heads? They were striking a blow for freedom or independence. Or making it right for all the Belter kids that got shitty growth hormones. All the ships that got impounded because they were behind on the registration fees. And it's just the same back home. Father Cesar's a good man. He's gentle and he's kind and he's funny, and to him Belters are all Free Navy and radical OPA. If someone killed Pallas, he'd be worried about what the drop in refining capacity would do before he thought about how many preschools there are on the station. Or if the station manager's son liked writing poetry. Or that blowing the station meant that Annie down in Pallas central accounting wasn't going to get to throw her big birthday party after all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Annie?\" Alex asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I made her up. Whoever. The thing is I wasn't wrong. About telling people the truth? I was right about that. I was wrong about what they needed to know. And ... and maybe I can fix that. I mean, I feel like I should at least try.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Alex said. He was pretty sure he'd lost the thread of whatever they were talking about a while back, but Holden seemed at least less brooding. \"So that means you're about to do something?\"\n\nHolden nodded slowly, then drank off all that was left of his coffee at once, put the mug on the table, and clapped Alex's shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah. I am. Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Glad I could help,\" he said. And then, to Holden's retreating back. \"Least I think I am.\"\n\nBack at the table, Sandra Ip had switched to club soda." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl was something like a hundred ninety-two centimeters, and she would have towered over him if she weren't sitting down. Her hair was cut close to her scalp in what Holden figured was fashionable for adolescent Belter girls these days. There were probably hundreds of microfeeds about it, which he didn't follow. Or maybe she was a rebel and the hairstyle was all her own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Either way, it made the slightly enlarged head less pronounced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sat at the edge of the bench, looking around at the Rocinante's galley like she was regretting that she'd come. The older woman she called Tía stood against the wall, scowling. A chaperone who wasn't impressed with anything she saw.\n\n\"I'll just be a second here,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The software package Monica Stuart had sent him assumed a level of proficiency he didn't have, and he'd managed somehow to turn off some of its intelligence defaults." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl nodded tightly and plucked at her sari. Holden hoped his smile was reassuring. Or failing that, amusing. \"Really. I've just about ... Wait, wait, wait. Okay. There.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her image appeared in his hand terminal with tiny overlays for color correction, sound correction, and something labeled DS/3 that he didn't know what it was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, she looked good.\n\n\"All right,\" Holden said. \"So, I figure anyone who watches this is going to know who I am. Could you maybe just say your name?\"\n\n\"Alis Caspár,\" she said, her voice flat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could have been a political prisoner the way she spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So, it wasn't going too well yet.\n\n\"Great,\" he lied. \"Okay, and where do you live?\"\n\n\"Ceres Station,\" she said, and then an awkward pause. \"Salutorg District.\"\n\n\"And, um, what do you do?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She nodded, settling into herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ever since Ceres broke away from Earth control, my family has been running a financial coordination service. Converting scrip from different corporations and governments into compatible. Mi family bist peace-loving people. The pressure that the inner planets put on the Belters is not the fault of—\"\n\n\"Let me break in for just a second,\" Holden said. Alis went silent, looked down. Somehow Monica made doing this seem really easy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden was starting to see how that might actually be the product of years of experience and practice and not something he could jump into without guidance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Except he didn't have time for that, so he forged ahead. \"When we met ... we met like four hours ago ... you were with some of your friends. In the corridor?\"\n\nAlis blinked, confused, and looked at Tía. The little incredulous glance was the first time the girl had looked like herself since she'd come on board." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was really amazing,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I mean, I was walking by and I saw you all there. And I was really impressed. Could you tell me about that?\"\n\n\"Shin-sin?\" Alis said.\n\n\"Is that what you call it? The thing with the glass balls?\"\n\n\"Not glass,\" Alis said. \"Resin.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay, yes,\" Holden said, pouring enthusiasm out toward her like dropping water onto a sponge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It all seemed to just soak in and vanish. But then Alis chuckled. It didn't matter that it was more at him than with him. \"Could you do it again? Here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She laughed, covering her mouth with one hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a long second, he thought she might call the whole thing to a halt. But then she plucked a little bag from her hip and took out four brightly colored clear spheres a little larger and softer than the marbles Holden had played with as a boy. Carefully, she set them between her fingers, resting between the second knuckles. She started singing, a high, choppy chant, and then stopped, laughed, and shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can't do this,\" she said. \"I can't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please, just try. It's really great.\"\n\n\"It's dumb,\" she said. \"It's kid thing.\"\n\n\"I'm ... really immature.\"\n\nWhen she looked at Tía again, Holden glanced too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The old woman was glowering just as deeply as before, but there was a glimmer of amusement in her ancient eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alis settled, laughed, settled again, and started chanting. When the rhythm was established, she started clapping her hands together gently, and passing the spheres from hand to hand, making them seem to dance independently of her. Every now and then the chant would hit a syncopated passage so that one of the balls could drop into her palm and get tossed across to be captured between her opposite fingers. When she reached the end, she stopped, looked shyly toward Holden, and shook her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Better with two people,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Like partners?\" he said.\n\n\"Dui.\" Her glance behind him was no more than a flutter, but Holden knew what it meant, and a touch of glee leapt into his heart. He turned to the stone-faced chaperone, who hoisted an eyebrow at him.\n\n\"Do you ... Tía?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he said. \"Do you know how to do shin-sin?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She snorted in military-grade derision. When she came forward, Alis made room for her and handed over two of the spheres. They seemed smaller between Tía's thick fingers. The old woman lifted her chin, and for a moment, Holden knew exactly what she'd looked like at Alis' age." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The chant was more complex this time, sung as a round with the rhythms of one part informing and supporting whatever was happening in the other woman's voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The clear, colored spheres danced between their hands as they clapped palms together, crossing and recrossing, adding their claps to the song. At the moments of syncopation, they tossed the spheres across the space between them and caught them in their knuckles. By the end, both women were grinning. At the end, Tía tossed all the spheres up one after another so quickly they were all in the air at the same moment and then caught them in one hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't a trick that could have worked at a full g." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden clapped and the older woman nodded, accepting his applause like a queen.\n\n\"That is amazing. It's wonderful,\" Holden said. \"How do you learn how to do that?\"\n\nAlis shook her head in disbelief at the strange Earther and his childish delights." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is just shin-sin,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then her eyes went wide, and the blood drained from her face.\n\n\"Mr. Holden,\" Fred Johnson said. \"When you have a moment?\"\n\n\"Yes, sure,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We were just ... Yeah. Give me a second.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll be in Ops.\" Fred smiled and nodded to the two Belter women. \"Ladies.\"\n\nHolden closed down the software, thanked Alis and Tía, and walked them to the airlock, out and into the docks. After they'd gone, he watched the captured video—girl and woman with their voices and hands playing against each other, the not quite marbles weaving between them like a third player in the game." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was exactly the kind of thing he'd hoped for." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He ran the compression and sent it to Tycho Station and Monica Stuart, just the same way he had the others.\n\nHe'd hoped to get a lot more done. He'd interviewed a researcher who worked on Ceres Station, self-educated through networked tutorials, plying him with yeasty beer until the older man was loose and comfortable enough to wax passionate about the beauty of tardigrades. He'd talked to a nutritionist from the hydroponic fields who'd only agreed if she could explain the water shortage situation on Ceres, and wound up being the clearest voice of grief and fear that he'd heard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd talked to a man who was alleged to be the oldest Belter on the station, who told a long and probably apocryphal story about the first licensed brothel to open there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And that was all. So far. Four interviews, none of them terribly long. Hopefully it was enough for Monica to work with. She'd promised him that a lot could be saved in editing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The docks weren't as busy as he was used to seeing them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Especially after the press and barely controlled chaos of Luna, Ceres seemed wounded. Still reeling from the blows it had suffered. The carts and loading mechs stood idle, waiting for a ship to arrive with supplies or some warehouse on the station that still had something worth sending away.\n\nHe'd heard once about reperfusion injuries." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When a limb had been pressed until all the blood was gone, the flood when it came back could break vessels, bleed into the cellular matrix." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He remembered thinking at the time how strange it was for something normal, necessary, and life-giving to cause damage just by showing back up. Ceres was like that now, but he couldn't tell if the combined fleet was the blood returning or if some other flood would have to come before Ceres could take stock of how badly it had been wounded.\n\nOn his way back in, he passed Gor Droga and Amos in the locker room running down a short that was making one of the ventilation fans run slow. Clarissa Mao was talking to them both from down in engineering." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the sort of problem that a ship with a full crew had the spare cycles to address." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the lift, he had to wait for Chava Lombaugh to squeeze past him before he got on.\n\nThe truth was that with all of Fred's people and Holden's, the Rocinante still had a little less than the full crew she'd been meant to carry. That it felt crowded to him wasn't the ship design, but his own habits and expectations. A full crew would be tighter, more compressed, more like a normal Navy ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden knew that. He even knew that in some ways having the extra people would keep them all safer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Rocinante was built with a lot of redundant backups. The crew was supposed to be the same way. It hadn't worked out that way, though. Another mechanic wouldn't be Amos." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another pilot wouldn't be Alex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People were more than the roles they played in the function of the ship, and they weren't replaceable. And what was true of the Rocinante held for the larger field of humanity as well.\n\nThe lift stopped. Fred Johnson looked up from the ship controls, nodding to Holden. The lights were at the same dim settings that Alex preferred, and the backsplash from the screens left Fred's skin looking darker than it was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maura Patel sat across the deck, diagnostics spooling across the communications controls on her screen and headphones over her ears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden dropped into a couch beside Fred's and swiveled to face him.\n\n\"You wanted me?\"\n\n\"Couple things. I'm setting up shop on Ceres for now. Avasarala's going to recognize me as acting governor,\" Fred said. \"I'm pulling in all my favors. Everyone I know with any influence from the OPA. I'll bring them here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That sounds like an invitation to assassinate you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The risk is necessary. I don't know if my crew will be staying here or going to Tycho without me. I'm waiting on word from Drummer about that. One way or the other, I'll get them out of your hair.\"\n\n\"That's ... I mean, okay. But they're sort of growing on me. So what did you really want to talk about?\"\n\nFred nodded once, a short, hard motion. \"Do you think Draper will be able to speak for Mars?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden laughed. \"Like speak for ambassador speak for? Negotiate with the OPA? Because I was pretty sure that was up to Mars.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We may not be in a position to wait for them to get their ducks in a row. Smith's out, and Richards is in, but an opposition coalition's formed that want to put investigating the remaining military ahead of anything else.\"\n\n\"You mean like ahead of fighting the war?\"\n\n\"For example. Richards and Avasarala are working on it, but I need a Martian face with me if I'm going to make this combined navy hold together. With my background, I can represent the best of Earth to the Belt. I've been doing that for years, and I've built up a lot of trust. But unless I have a representative of Mars, I won't be bringing anything new to the table. Especially with the Free Navy flying Martian ships. Inaros' stock is very high right now.\"\n\n\"Seriously? Because it looks a lot like he just walked away from the biggest port in the Belt.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred shrugged eloquently. \"His apologists are good at their jobs. And everything is in the shadow of what he did to Earth. Sorrento-Gillis, Gao, all of them. They underestimated the anger in the Belt. And the desperation. People want Inaros to be a hero, and so what he does, they interpret as heroism.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Even running away?\"\n\n\"He won't only run away. Don't know what he's got in mind, but he isn't about to retire. And Ceres Station ... it's a white elephant now. Just keeping the environmental systems running isn't going to be trivial. We may have to consolidate. Concentrate people physically and abandon parts of the station. Which will be interpreted as Earth and Mars kicking Belters out of their homes by Inaros and his cabal.\"\n\nHolden ran a hand through his hair. \"Yeah, that's messed up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's politics. And it's why we need the OPA. There is support for us in the Belt, but it needs cultivation. And we have a few things going for us. They can call themselves a navy, but they're amateurs. The kind of roughshod that thinks discipline is the same as punishment. Rumor is there's already some dissent in Marco's leadership. Probably, it's over his tactics with Ceres. I still don't understand why Dawes would let him walk away from the station, but ... well, clearly he did. And Avasarala's keeping a lid on Earth. If the UN had crumbled the way Mars has, I don't know what we'd do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This,\" Holden said. \"Try to gather some allies. Pretty much the same thing you're going to do anyway. Only with less hope that it would work.\"\n\nFred stretched, his joints popping, then sighed back down into the gel of the couch. The diagnostics on the comm panel flickered, and Patel tapped the run results. As far as she was concerned, the two of them might as well not have been there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're probably right,\" Fred said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Still, I'm glad it's not worse. Not yet, anyway.\"\n\n\"Maybe we'll get lucky and Inaros will get himself killed without us.\"\n\n\"It wouldn't be enough,\" Fred said. \"Earth's broken. It will be for generations. Mars may or may not collapse, but there's still the gates. Still the colony worlds. Still all the pressures that keep the Belt on the edge of starvation and even less of what makes it valuable. There's no getting back to status quo ante. We've got to move forward. Which brings us back to Draper. You've worked with her. Can she do the job?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Honestly, I think the best person to ask is her. We all know her. We all like her. I'd trust her with my ship, and I wouldn't trust you with that. If she thinks she can, then I think she can.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And if she thinks she can't?\"\n\n\"Then ask Avasarala,\" Holden said.\n\n\"I already know her opinion. All right, thank you. And ... I'm going to regret asking. Do I want to know what you were doing with those two women in the galley?\"\n\nMaura Patel shifted in her chair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The first sign that she was listening to them at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Filming them. That thing with clapping and marbles? It was really visually interesting, and Monica said that was something to be looking for. I'm doing these interviews, and she's helping me edit and distribute them.\"\n\n\"And why are you doing that?\"\n\n\"It's what's missing in all of this,\" Holden said. \"It's what let things get this bad. We don't see each other as people. Even the feeds are always about weird things. Aberrations. All the times that a Belt station doesn't have a riot? Those days aren't news. It has to be an uprising or a protest or a system failure. Just being here, living a normal life? That's not part of what the people on Earth or Mars hear about.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So you—\" Fred closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're reaching for more unapproved press releases? You remember starting a war that way once?\"\n\n\"Exactly. That was talking about an aberration, because I thought that was what people needed to know. But they need all the context too. What it's like to be a teenager with his first crush on Ceres. Or to worry about your dad getting old on Pallas Station. The things that make people here the same as people everywhere.\"\n\n\"Belters rain hell down on Earth,\" Fred said slowly, \"and you respond by trying to humanize Belters? You know there's going to be a raft of people who call you a traitor for that.\"\n\n\"I'd be doing the same thing on Earth, but I'm not there right now. If people call me names, they do. I'm just trying to make it a little harder for people to feel comfortable killing each other.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred's screen put up an alert." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He glanced at it, dismissed it. \"You know if anyone else came up with the idea that they ought to put themselves in the middle of a war so they could sing songs and hold hands and sow peace for all mankind, I'd call it narcissistic opportunism. Maybe megalomania.\"\n\n\"But it's not anyone else, so we're good?\"\n\nFred lifted his hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A gesture made of equal weights amusement and despair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll want a private word with Draper.\"\n\n\"I'll let her know,\" Holden said, standing up.\n\n\"I can reach her myself. And Holden ...\"\n\nHe turned back. In the dimness, Fred's eyes were so dark the iris and the pupil were the same shade of black. He looked old." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pella coasted through the black, one node in a network of dark ships that traded tightbeams and compared strategies and planned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stealth wasn't possible in the strict sense. The enemy would be scanning the vault of the heavens for the Free Navy's ships just as much as they were tracking the drive plumes of Earth and Mars and everyone else in the system. The universe was billions of points of unwavering light—stars and galaxies stretching out through time and space, their photon streams bent by gravity lensing and shifted by the speed of the universe's expansion. The flicker of a drive might be overlooked or confused with another light source or hidden by one of the widely scattered asteroids that inhabited the system like dust motes in a cathedral." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was no way to know how many of their ships the inners had managed to identify and track." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was no certainty that their own sensor arrays had targeted all of the so-called combined navy's vessels. The scale of the vacuum alone built uncertainty.\n\nThe inners were easier, since so many of theirs had burned for Ceres. But who was to say there weren't a few scattered hunters, dark and ballistic in the void?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco had a handful of Free Navy like that, or at least that was what Karal said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ships that hadn't even been used in the first attacks, cruising in their own orbits like warm asteroids. Sleepers waiting for their moment. And maybe that was even true, though Filip hadn't heard it directly from his father yet. And he liked to think his father would tell him anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The days were long and empty, wound tightly around a single, overwhelming question." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The counterstrike would come. The attack that would prove that stepping back from Ceres was a tactical choice and not a show of weakness. More than anything that had come before, it would be the event—Marco said this, and Filip believed it—that made clear what made the Free Navy unbeatable. In the gym and the galley, the crew speculated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tycho Station was the heart of the collaborationist wing of the OPA." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mars had suffered least in the initial attack, and deserved the same punishment as Earth. Luna had become the new center of UN power. Kelso Station and Rhea had rejected the Free Navy and shown their true colors.\n\nOr there were the mining operations scattered throughout the Belt that answered to Earth-based corporations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were easy pickings and couldn't be defended." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or taking a solid hold on Ganymede, claiming and protecting the food supply of the Belt. There was even some talk of sending recovery forces out through the ring. Take back from the colonies what should never have been there in the first place. Or install platforms above the new planets and extract tribute from them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reverse the political order and put all the bastards at the bottom of all the wells in chains." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip only smiled and shrugged, letting it look like he knew more than he did. Marco hadn't told even him what the plan was. Not yet.\n\nAnd then the message came.\n\nI always respected you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was how she began." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio Pa, the head of the conscription effort. Filip remembered her, but he hadn't had an opinion about her before now. She was a competent leader, a little famous for stepping in when the Behemoth's captain had lost his mind in the slow zone. His father liked her because she hated Fred Johnson, had defected from him, and because she was a Belter and pretty to look at and the face that the Belt would see when the colony ships cracked their guts open and spilled out their treasures." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only now she stared into a camera on her ship, her hair pulled back, her dark eyes serious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't look pretty.\n\n\"I have always respected you, sir. The work you have done for the independence of the Belt has been critical, and I'm proud to be part of it. I want to make it very clear before we go forward that my loyalty to our cause is unwavering and complete." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On sober reflection and after a great deal of consideration, I find I have to disagree with the change in the plan for the conscription." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While I understand the strategic importance of denying materiel to the enemy, I can't in good conscience withhold it from the citizens of the Belt who are in immediate need. Because of this, I have chosen to proceed with the conscription efforts as originally outlined.\n\n\"Technically, this is disobeying an order, but I have great faith that when you reflect on how the needs of our people brought us to form the Free Navy, you'll agree it is the best way forward.\"\n\nShe signed off with a Free Navy salute." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The one his father had created when he made everything else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip queued it up again, watching from the start to the end again, aware of Marco's gaze on him as much as the woman on the screen. The galley around them was empty. No, not just empty. Emptied. Whether they'd been ordered to or not, the crew of the Pella had evacuated the space and left it for Marco and Filip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If it hadn't been for a smell of curry lingering in the air, the stains of coffee on the table, it might have been their first time on the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't know how many times his father had viewed the message, how he had taken it the first time he'd seen it, or what the mild expression he wore now meant. Filip's uncertainty knotted at the bottom of his abdomen. Being shown the message was a test, and he didn't know quite what he was meant to do with it.\n\nAfter the second time Michio Pa saluted, Marco stretched his shoulders back, a physical symbol that they were switching to the next part of whatever their conversation was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's mutiny,\" Filip said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is,\" Marco said, his voice and expression reasonable and calm. \"Do you think she's right?\"\n\nNo leapt to Filip's throat, but he stopped it there. It was too obvious an answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried Yes in his mind, feeling the pressure of his father's attention like it was heat radiating from him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He discarded it too.\n\n\"It doesn't matter,\" he said slowly. \"Whether she's right or wrong is beside the point. She broke with your authority.\"\n\nMarco reached out and tapped the tip of Filip's nose the way he'd done when they were only father and son, not war leader and lieutenant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco's eyes softened, his focus shifting elsewhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip felt a momentary and irrational stab of loneliness.\n\n\"She did,\" Marco said. \"Even if she were right—she isn't, but if—how could I let this go? It would be an invitation to chaos. Chaos.\" He chuckled, shaking his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anger would have been less frightening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip's uncertainty shifted in his gut. Were they destroyed, then? Was it all falling apart? The vision of the system his father had dreamed—void cities, the Belt blooming into a new kind of humanity free from the oppression of Earth and Mars, the Free Navy as the order of the worlds—stuttered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He caught a glimpse of what the other future could look like." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The death and the struggle and the war. The corpse Earth and the ghost town Mars and the shards of the Free Navy picking at each other until nothing was left. It was what Marco meant when he said chaos, Filip was sure of that. Nausea welled up in him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone should have kept that from happening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shook his head.\n\n\"Some day,\" Marco said, and then again, still without finishing the thought, \"some day.\"\n\n\"Do we do?\" Filip asked.\n\nMarco shrugged with his hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop trusting women,\" he said, then flicked a foot against the wall, launching himself to the doorway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip watched as Marco grabbed a handhold and pulled himself away down the hall toward his cabin. All the questions he hadn't answered floated invisibly behind him.\n\nLeft alone, Filip killed the sound to the screen and replayed her message again. He'd met this woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd been in a room with her, and heard her voice, and he hadn't seen her for the traitor she was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the agent of chaos. She saluted, and he tried to see fear in her. Or malice. Anything more than a professional delivering a message she expected to be badly received. He played the message again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her eyes were black and hate-filled, or steeled against dread." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her gestures were soaked in contempt, or controlled like a fighter preparing to lose a match.\n\nWith a little practice and will, he found he could see anything he chose in her.\n\nA soft sound came from behind him. Sárta sloped into the room feetfirst, and caught herself in a foothold on the wall, locking her ankle in place and absorbing the inertia with her knees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her smile had the same bleakness that Filip felt, and he suffered a moment's anger that she should feel what he did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Karal's voice came from the lift, talking in low, careful tones. Rosenfeld answered, too low to make out the words. They knew Marco was gone, then. The private audience concluded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sárta pointed to the screen with her chin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Esá es some shit, que?\" Fishing for information, looking to know what Marco hadn't seen fit to tell her. Or anyone else.\n\n\"He saw it coming,\" Filip said. He wasn't even lying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco might not have said as much, but it was still true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip tapped his temple. \"Knew to expect it. Everything going to be just fine.\"\n\nThree more days on the float, and Filip knew it wasn't only the crew of the Pella who were feeling anxious. Every hour, it seemed, brought another round of contact requests." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Encrypted tightbeam messages flooded into the Pella's queue and waited there for Marco's response." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rosenfeld, as part of the inner circle, stepped in where he could. He went so far as to appropriate the command deck as a kind of private office. The war center in absentia until Marco \"came back out of his tent\"— whatever that meant.\n\nFor Filip, it was all an exercise in projecting confidence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His father had a plan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd gotten them all this far, and there was no reason to doubt he would get them the rest of the way. The others agreed with him, or at least seemed to when he was in the room. He wondered what they said when he was elsewhere. They'd all been through battle together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd shared their victories and the long, patient hours waiting for their traps to spring." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was different. The waiting was the same, but not being sure what they were waiting for made it feel like maybe they were waiting for nothing. Even for him.\n\nNear the end of the third day, Rosenfeld asked Filip to join him in the command center. The older man looked tired, but his cyst-ridden skin made reading his expressions difficult. Rosenfeld had turned all the screens off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The command center felt smaller without their displays to give the illusion of depth and light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rosenfeld floated beside one of the crash couches, his body canted a few degrees from the ship in a way that made him seem both taller and subtly threatening.\n\n\"So, young Master Inaros,\" Rosenfeld said, \"it seems we have a problem.\"\n\n\"Don't see it,\" Filip said, but the amusement in the older man's eyes was enough to show how weak his words sounded. Rosenfeld pretended Filip hadn't spoken." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The longer we go without responding to ... call them 'changes in the situation'? The longer we go, the more doubt starts to grow, yeah? Father Inaros is the face and voice of the Free Navy. Has been since the beginning. His skill, yeah? His peculiar gift. But—\" Rosenfeld spread his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he isn't here.\n\n\"He has a plan,\" Filip said.\n\n\"We have a problem. We can't wait for him much longer. Haven't told anyone. Hasn't found its way to the grapevine. But the problem's now, not tomorrow. Even the light lag may make us too late now.\"\n\n\"What is it?\" Filip asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Witch of Endor. It's at Pallas. All the cache-safes we threw out into the void? Captain al-Dujaili has started gathering them back up. Says it's under orders from his commander, and he doesn't mean us. That's the fifth ship broken for Pa. Meantime, the Butcher's on Ceres, his ass keeping Dawes' chair warm. Calling for a meeting of the OPA clans, yeah? Black Sky. Carlos Walker. Administration on Rhea is looking to send a delegation. Free Navy made a statement when we broke Earth's chains. Statement was, The revolution is already over. That we'd won. Inevitable. Already happened, us. Only now, maybe not.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip's gut was tight. Anger warmed his throat and shoved his jaw forward like a tumor at the base of his jaw. He didn't know who he was angry with, but the rage was deep and powerful. Maybe Rosenfeld saw it, because his voice changed, became softer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your father, he's a great man. Great men, they're not like you or me. They have other needs. Other rhythms. It's what sets them apart. But sometimes they go so far into the void we lose sight of them. They lose sight of us. That's where little people like me come through, yeah? Keep the engines running. Keep the filters clean. Do the needful things until the great man comes back to us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Filip said. The rage still shoving its way up his neck, filling his head.\n\n\"Worst thing we can do is wait,\" Rosenfeld said. \"Better that we point all our ships the wrong direction than that we leave them too long floating. Change it later, bring them back, they think the situation shifted. Put them on the burn, they know they're going somewhere.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Filip said. \"See that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Time comes to say it, if it's not him, it's going to be me. For him, yeah, but me. Not a bad thing if you stood with. Make everyone know it's me for him, not another Pa.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You want to give orders to the Navy?\"\n\n\"I want orders given,\" Rosenfeld said. \"Don't care who does it. Barely care what the orders are. Just there are some.\"\n\n\"No one but him,\" Filip said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a buzz in his voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hands ached, and he didn't know why until he looked and saw them in fists. \"My father made the Free Navy. He makes the calls.\"\n\n\"Then he has to make them now. And he won't listen to me.\"\n\n\"I'll talk to him,\" Filip said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rosenfeld lifted a hand in thanks and blinked his thick, pebbled eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's lucky to have you,\" Rosenfeld said. Filip didn't answer, just took one of the handholds, turned himself, and launched down the throat of the ship where the lift would have risen and fallen if there were any up and down to guide it. His mind was a clutter of different emotions. Anger at Michio Pa. Distrust of Rosenfeld." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Guilt for something he couldn't put a name to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fear. Even a kind of desperate elation, like pleasure without being pleasure. The walls of the lift tube skinned past him as he drifted almost imperceptibly to the port. If I reach the crew deck without touching the wall, everything will be all right. An irrational thought.\n\nAnd still, when he grabbed a handhold and swung into the corridor that led to Marco's quarters without having to correct his path, he felt a little relief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And when he reached his father's door, it was even justified." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fear he'd carried with him of his father wrecked by betrayal—glass-eyed, unshaven, maybe even weeping—were nothing like the man who opened the cabin door. Yes, the sockets of his eyes were a little darker than usual. Yes, there was a scent in his room of sweat and metal. But his smile was bright and his focus clear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip found himself wondering what had kept him locked up so long." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he felt a twinge of annoyance, it was overwhelmed by the warmth of seeing his father back again. Behind Marco, tucked in at the edge of one of the cabinets, a strip of fabric spoke of something light and feminine. Filip wondered which of the crew had been here to comfort his father and for how long.\n\nMarco listened to Filip's report with a gentle attention, nodding with his hands at each point of importance, letting Filip cover everything—Fred Johnson, the Witch of Endor, Rosenfeld's half-spoken threat to take the reins—without interrupting him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip felt the anger slip away as he spoke, his gut relaxing as the anxiety faded, until by the end he wiped away a tear that had nothing to do with sorrow and everything to do with relief." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco put a hand on Filip's shoulder, a soft grip that held the two of them together.\n\n\"We pause when it's time to pause, and we strike when it's time to strike,\" Marco said.\n\n\"I know,\" Filip said. \"It's only ...\" He didn't know how to end the thought, but his father smiled anyway, as if he understood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco gestured at the cabin's system, opening a connection request for Rosenfeld." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pebble-skinned man appeared on the screen almost at once. \"Marco,\" he said. \"Good to have you back among the living.\"\n\n\"To the underworld and returned with wisdom,\" Marco said, a sharpness in his voice. \"Didn't frighten you with my absence, did I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not as long as you came back,\" Rosenfeld said through a rough laugh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have a full plate, old friend. Too much needs doing.\" Filip had the sense that a second conversation was happening between the men he couldn't quite parse, but he kept quiet and watched.\n\n\"Less soon,\" Marco said. \"Send me the tracking data for all of the ships still answering to Pa's commands. You tell your guard ships at Pallas Witch of Endor's gone rogue. Jam it, kill it, and send the battle data to us. No mercy for traitors.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rosenfeld nodded. \"And Fred Johnson?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Butcher will bleed in his turn,\" Marco said. \"Never fear. This war's just beginning.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Iapetus Station wasn't on the moon itself, but in locked orbit around it. The station's design was old: two long counter-rotating arms supporting habitation rings, a central docking station on the axis. Lights glittered on the surface of the moon, marking automated stations where the ice was quarried and split. On their approach, there was a point where the station and moon and the ringed bulk of Saturn behind it were all the same size on the screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An illusion of perspective." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The docks were almost filled with ancient water haulers that the tariffs had kept from harvesting the moon. No one was enforcing the fees anymore, and all the ships that could were taking advantage of the opportunity. Tugs flying teakettle rose up from the surface or dropped down toward it. Shipping containers filled with ice studded the hulls of the haulers like a crust of salt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The administration of Iapetus hadn't sided with Marco and the Free Navy or against them, but they weren't losing the chance to shrug off the strictures of Earth and Mars either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio watched the traffic control data and tried to see it more as liberty and freedom, less as grabbing what there was to take and getting away while the getting was good.\n\nThe comm channel opened. A request from Iapetus control. She could have let Oksana answer it, but impatience won out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is the Connaught,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bien, Connaught. Iapetus bei hier. We're slotting the Hornblower into berth sixteen. Good to go in half an hour, yeah?\"\n\n\"That'll do.\"\n\n\"Hear tús have prisoners, yeah?\"\n\n\"Do. Refugees too. Hornblower's original crew.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pissed off, them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not happy,\" Michio said. \"Think they'll be grateful to be in rooms that aren't welded shut, though. Your supply officer said you'd be able to take them.\"\n\n\"Can take contract here, can book passage to Earth or Mars. Or refugees, can etwas. Prisoners are their own thing.\"\n\n\"Won't have them hurt,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't want them let free either.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Guests of the station,\" Iapetus control said. \"All marked. Good and good. And ... not official, yeah? 'Gato for the load. Hydroponics were getting mighty strained with the shipments from Earth dead.\"\n\n\"Glad we could help,\" Michio said before she dropped the connection.\n\nIt was true too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was something in her chest—a soft, golden feeling—that came from knowing that the people who would have suffered without her would at least suffer less." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd spent more time on Rhea than on Iapetus, but she'd had enough experience to know what shortages of hydroponic equipment meant to a station like this. At the least, her shipments would mean the difference between uncertainty and stability. At most, between death and life.\n\nIt wouldn't have been this way if the Belt had been allowed to grow and become independent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Earth and Mars had kept the labor here on a leash made of soil analogues and complex organics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now, thanks to Marco, the Belt would have a chance to bootstrap itself up into a sustainable future. Unless, thanks to Marco, it starved and collapsed in the attempt.\n\nShe hadn't heard back from him one way or the other since she'd called her ships to refuse his orders. Statements of allegiance had come from eight of her sixteen ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Acknowledgment from four more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only the Ando and the Dagny Taggart had rejected her outright, and even they hadn't taken action yet. Everyone was waiting for Marco to make an announcement. Even her. And every hour he didn't made it seem more possible that he wouldn't.\n\nOther voices, though. Oh, there were others." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A collective of independent prospecting vessels out of Titania needed replacement parts for their drives." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A cargo ship that was also home to a family crew of twenty people suffered a catastrophic failure of their Epstein drive's power systems and were on the drift. Vesta was putting its population on protein rationing until the food relief Michio had promised them actually arrived. Kelso Station, in an irrational fit of altruism, had sent relief supplies to Earth and was now facing shortages of water and helium-3 for the reactors.\n\nCenturies of technology and progress had allowed humanity to create a place for itself in the vacuum and radiation of space, but nothing had overcome entropy or ideology or bad judgment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The millions of skin-bound complications of salt water and minerals that were human bodies scattered throughout the Belt still needed food and air and clean water, energy and shelter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ways to keep from drowning in their own shit or cooking in their waste heat. And through accidents of Marco's charisma and her own idealism, she'd become responsible for it all.\n\nBut here was her start. The supplies of the Hornblower, instead of flying through gates and away forever, would feed Iapetus and give the station there the reserves to help others." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Connaught and her sister ships didn't need to solve every distribution issue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only get the supplies, make them available, and let market forces and the communal nature of the Belt take over from there.\n\nShe hoped it was enough.\n\nOksana, at her station, laughed. It wasn't mirth, so much as a kind of amazed disbelief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Que?\" Evans asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oksana shook her head. Michio had known her long enough to read the gesture and the ghost of shame that came with it. Not while I'm on duty. Keeping that division between being family during family time and crew during crew time had always been important to Oksana." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Usually, it was important to Michio too, but between waiting for a berth and dreading news of Marco, any distraction was a gift." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it, Oksana?\" Michio said.\n\n\"Just something odd on the newsfeeds out of Ceres, sir,\" she said.\n\n\"Well, I don't think it's going to disrupt us. Put it on screen.\"\n\n\"Sir,\" Oksana said, and Michio's controls vanished, replaced by a professional-looking news video, crawl at the bottom and filtering options along the side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And looking out of her screen, the earnest, open face of James Holden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment, Michio was on the Behemoth again, and then she was back. Like a long-forgotten smell or the taste of a food eaten only in childhood, James Holden carried an echo of the guilt and fear, a reminder of violence.\n\nImages flickered as Holden spoke: a terribly old Belter man with merry eyes, two women—one young and one older—clapping hands together in some game like batbat or pattycake or shin-sin, a professionally dressed woman with dark skin and a sober expression standing at a hydroponics tank so long it curved up in the distance with the body of the station. My name is James Holden, and I want to introduce you to some of the people I've met here on Ceres." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I want you to hear their stories." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Come to know them the way you do your shipmates and neighbors. I hope you'll carry a little bit of these people with you the way I do now.\n\n\"Fuck is this?\" Evans asked, laughter in his voice. \"Watch the trained Belter dancing for your fun?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, it's Holden,\" Oksana said. \"He's OPA.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"En serio?\"\n\n\"Johnson's OPA,\" Michio said. \"He works for Earth too. And Mars.\"\n\nOn the screen, Holden was handing a bulb of beer to the ancient-looking man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Belter's cheeks were already a little flushed, but his voice wasn't slurred at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Were five men for every woman on the station, back then. Five to one.\n\n\"You shipped with him, sí?\" Oksana asked. \"Back in the slow zone?\"\n\n\"Little bit,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's also waking up next to Filip Inaros' mother. The one Marco didn't manage to kill? That's him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And he's announcing to Big Himself y alles where he's bunking?\" Oksana said. \"So. Brave o crazy, him?\"\n\n\"Not sure I get to criticize,\" Michio said, just before the fear hit her system. For a fraction of a second, she didn't know why, and then she realized what she was seeing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the text crawl at the bottom of the screen, and just marching off the side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Witch of Endor. She grabbed the crawl, pulled it back. Ship destroyed by Free Navy identified as Witch of Endor.\n\nShe selected the feed. Her screen flickered. Holden and the old Belter laughed about Ceres Station before it had been spun up, but she didn't hear them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On her screen, the hyperreal image of an intelligence telescope showed a ship under high burn, streams of PDC fire seeming to bend as the ship accelerated away from the rounds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the shape of the curve, she guessed it had been pulling almost ten gs. The picture didn't show what she was fleeing from, and the torpedo that managed to penetrate the defenses was moving too fast to see. The ship shifted, spinning for a tenth of a second, and then blossomed into light. It is unclear, the announcer said, why the Free Navy forces appear to have attacked one of their own ships, but reports confirm drive plumes from several other known enemy locations on vectors inconsistent with an attack of consolidated fleet positions—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sir?\" Oksana said, and Michio realized she must have said something aloud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She considered Oksana's eyes, respectful and hard. Evans' soft and alarmed. Her crew and her family.\n\n\"We have Marco's answer,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shift in language is shift in consciousness, yeah,\" Josep said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was dressed in his jumpsuit, as was she. But he was strapped into the crash couch. A complex schematic showed the state of the system as best she knew it. The ships loyal to the inners clustered around Earth and Mars and Ceres in red." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Free Navy loyal to Marco in blue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her own handful of pirates and idealists in green. The independent stations and ships—Ganymede, Iapetus—were white. And a dusting of gold over it all showing where Marco had buried his treasure chests in the void.\n\n\"Mind is made from analogies,\" Josep said, not needing her to contribute to the conversation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Change in ages, change in the frame. Was in against out before. Turning into connected against unconnected now. Free Navy. Consolidated fleet. The ones who shrug off the chains against the ones who tie themselves together.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A direct one-to-one battle against Marco wasn't plausible. He had too many ships, and Michio's appeals to Rosenfeld and Dawes and Sanjrani hadn't won her any replies. Though they also hadn't been rejected. Marco was the only one calling her traitor to the cause thus far." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The others, she assumed, were only following his lead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Didn't help her in the short term.\n\nShe traced routes and burns for her green ships, arcs that would keep them out of range of the Free Navy's wrath and still allow them to send supplies where the need was worst. It was like solving a complex math puzzle without any promise that an optimal solution existed. The search for the least-bad answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Us, freest of the free. Disconnected from the disconnected,\" Josep went on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And because of that, coming into connection. Alienated because of our commitment to community, yeah? The yang inside the yin, the growing light from inside the dark. Had to be this way. Rule of the universe. Thermodynamics of meaning, us. Shikata ga nai. So free we have only one option. Because that's how the mind of God is shaped. Minimums and maximums sheeting together like a curve. Like a skin made from interpretation.\"\n\nMichio moved the tactical display into her personal data and reached out, turning herself with one handhold until she faced the crash couch. Josep gazed at her with an expression of childlike joy. His pupils were so dilated, his eyes looked black." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Got to go do something,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You going to be all right without a babysitter?\"\n\nJosep chuckled. \"Been a citizen of the mind since before you were born, child-bride. I can swim in vacuum and never die.\"\n\n\"All right,\" she said, and set the straps on the couch to restraint with her password as the release. \"I'm going to set the system to watch your vitals. May have Laura come sit with you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell her to bring her go set. Play better when I'm stoned.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll tell her,\" Michio said. Josep took her hand in his, squeezing her fingers gently. He meant something by it—something deep and subtle and probably not comprehensible by a sober mind. All she saw was the love in it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She dimmed the lights, had the system play soft music—harp and a woman's voice so perfect she assumed it was artificial—and left him alone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On her way up to the command deck, she sent a message to Laura and got a response. Josep probably didn't need a minder, but better to be safe. She laughed at herself as she steadied her ankle against a foothold. Safe in the little things, reckless in the big ones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bertold was in Pa's usual crash couch, music leaking from the earphones on his head and the ship's status monitors showing green and happy on his screen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everything was fine as long as he didn't look out too far.\n\nHe lifted his chin to her as she pulled herself into Oksana's customary station instead. It still felt strange, being in a ship designed by Mars. It was all built with a sensibility she couldn't quite put her finger on: military and rigorous and straight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She couldn't help thinking it was because the designers had grown up with a constant gravity pulling them down, but maybe that wasn't true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe it was just Martian because Mars was like that. Not inners against outers, but the rigid and brittle against the flowing and free.\n\n\"Matter? Geht gut?\" Bertold asked as she retrieved the tactical schematic.\n\n\"Fine. But Josep decided to get stoned, and I'm just not doing work that goes well with intoxicated mysticism.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt a stab of regret as soon as she'd said it, though she knew Bertold wouldn't take her snapishness as more than it was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, if the family fell apart in the middle of everything else failing, she wouldn't be able to do this. She needed her rock.\n\nGood, then, that she had it.\n\n\"You mind if I ...?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bertold asked, and she mirrored her display to his." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the ships, all their vectors. The final refutation of the one-ship. Here was humanity in all its fissures and disconnections. She went back to her analysis." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Here was how to get a quarter of the lost resources back and only lose two of her ships." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here was how to deliver a tenth, but not to the people most in need. Here was how to keep her ships safe and achieve nothing else.\n\n\"Looks like an amoeba giving birth to twins,\" Bertold said. \"Sehr feo.\"\n\n\"Ugly indeed,\" Michio said, running another scenario." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stupid, wasteful, and cruel.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bertold sighed. When they'd first been married, Michio had been deeply infatuated with him and Nadia both. Their shared passions had mellowed since then into an intimacy that she appreciated more than sex. It was the trust that let her say what she was seeing, what she was thinking. Let her hear the hard truth spoken in her own voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we're going to do this, I'm going to have to do some things I don't like.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Knew that going in, didn't we?\"\n\n\"Didn't see the details.\"\n\n\"Bad?\"\n\nIn answer, she flipped a variable in the tactical readout." }, { "from": "human", "value": "New options opened that hadn't been there before: Recover sixty percent and lose nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Supply the five stations at greatest risk of collapse and keep Marco away from Iapetus. Open and possibly control a path to Ganymede for a few weeks at least. Bertold scowled, working out what she'd done and how she'd done it. When he saw, he grunted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's a dream,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not,\" Michio said. \"It's an agreement, and two enemies willing to respect it as long as their interests align.\"\n\n\"It's putting your back to the Butcher of Anderson Station.\"\n\n\"Well, yes. It is that. But I know what he is. I won't make the mistake of trusting him. He'll use us if he can. I'd be stupid not to repay that in kind. If Marco wasn't putting us as his top priority, it would be different, but he's burning hard for our ships.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Injured his pride, sa sa?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All we need is that the consolidated fleet agree not to fire on us and we don't fire on them, and it opens up zones where Marco won't follow. Safe havens.\"\n\n\"'Safe' meaning huddled underneath Fred Johnson's guns. Waiting for him to turn them on us.\"\n\n\"I know,\" Michio said. \"And with Johnson, that time will come. When it does, we won't be there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is a bad plan, Captain,\" Bertold said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His voice was gentle, though. He already understood.\n\n\"It is. It's the best bad plan I've got.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Well,\" she said. \"We could have done things Marco's way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't think we could have,\" Bertold said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't either.\"\n\n\"What about the stations and ships we're giving to? Some of them going to have guns. Have guards.\"\n\n\"Withhold aid unless they agree to fight and die for us?\" Michio said. \"Let them starve if they won't? No, don't. I'm not saying no to that. I'm asking. Which is worse? Extort people into being soldiers for us, or negotiate with Fred fucking Johnson?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bertold pressed a palm to his forehead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No third side to that coin?\"\n\n\"Die noble?\" Michio said.\n\nBertold laughed, and then he didn't. \"Depends on what the Butcher wants.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It does,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So we should ask him.\"\n\n\"Yeah, fuck,\" Bertold said. She saw her own dread and anger and humiliation reflected in his eyes. He knew what even considering this was costing her." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The danger is overreach,\" Bobbie said, hunching over the table and making it seem small." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They sucker-punched us. We got a couple easy wins coming back. It's tempting to drive it as far as we can, and try to break them. Seems like we've got them on the back foot. But the truth is, we're still sizing his forces up. He's still seeing what we do.\"\n\n\"And what are we doing?\" Naomi asked, handing across a bowl of scrambled egg and tofu with hot sauce.\n\nBobbie scooped up a bite and chewed thoughtfully." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi sat across from her and tried a bite from her own bowl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ever since Maura Patel had upgraded the food systems, the Roci's hot sauce tasted a little different, but Naomi was coming to like it. There was a pleasure in the novelty. And also a sense of nostalgia for what had changed. That wasn't only food. That was everything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't think anyone knows,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My tactics teacher back in bootcamp? Sergeant Kapoor. He was an entomologist—\"\n\n\"Your sergeant in bootcamp was an entomologist?\"\n\n\"It's Mars,\" Bobbie said, shrugging. \"That isn't weird there. Anyway, he talked about shifting strategies like they were the middle part of metamorphosis. Apparently when a caterpillar makes a cocoon, the next thing it does is melt. Completely liquefies. And then all the little bits of what used to be caterpillar come back together as a moth or a butterfly or something. Finds a different way to assemble all the same pieces and make it something else.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sounds like the protomolecule.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Huh. Yeah. Guess it kind of does.\" Bobbie took another bite of her eggs, her gaze on the far wall. She was quiet for long enough that Naomi didn't know if she'd come back.\n\n\"But he meant something tactical?\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. That pivoting your strategy was like that too. You go into a situation thinking about it a particular way, and then something changes. Then either you stick with the ideas you had before or you look at everything you have to work with and find a new shape. We're in the find-a-new-shape part. Avasarala's busy trying to keep what's left of Earth out of environmental collapse, but once that's stabilized, she's going to try to capture Inaros and everyone else who ever breathed his air and put them all on trial. She wants it to be crime.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sandra Ip came in from the lift, nodded at the two of them, and pulled a bulb of tea from the dispenser.\n\n\"Why, do you think?\" Naomi asked. \"I mean, why treat it like a criminal act and not war?\"\n\n\"I think it's a statement of contempt. But in the meantime, Mars is ... I don't know. I think it's finding out that for all our strength, we were brittle. I'm not sure how we come back from that, but we'll never be what we were. Not any more than Earth will. And Fred? He's trying to build consensus and coalitions, because that's what he's been doing for decades.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you don't think he can.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't a question. Ip left the galley, her footsteps retreating as Bobbie thought.\n\n\"I think putting people together's a good thing. Generally useful. But ... I probably shouldn't be talking about this. I'm supposed to be his representative for Mars. Junior league ambassador or something.\"\n\n\"But he's trying to rebuild his caterpillar when we need a butterfly,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie sighed, took a last bite of egg, and tossed the bowl into the recycler." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I could be wrong,\" she said. \"Maybe it'll work.\"\n\n\"We can hope.\"\n\nBobbie's hand terminal chirped. She considered the incoming message with a frown." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The way she moved, even little motions like this, had the strength and economy of training." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And more than that. A frustration.\n\n\"Oh joy,\" Bobbie said dryly. \"Another important meeting.\"\n\n\"Price of being central.\"\n\n\"I guess,\" Bobbie said, hauling herself to her feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll be back when I can. Thanks again for letting me bunk here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Bobbie stepped past, Naomi put a hand on her arm. Stopped her. She didn't know exactly what she was going to say until she said it. Only that it was tied up with the ideas of crew and family and trying not to betray who you were. \"Do you want to do this junior ambassador thing?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know. It needs doing, I guess,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've been trying to reinvent myself since Io. Maybe since Ganymede. I really liked working veterans' outreach, but now that I'm not doing it, I don't miss it. I figure this'll be the same. It's something to do. Why?\"\n\n\"You don't need to thank anyone that you're bunking here. If you like that cabin, it's yours.\"\n\nBobbie blinked. Her smile was small and rueful. She took a half step away, but didn't turn her body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The physical expression of hesitation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi let the silence between them stretch. \"I appreciate the thought,\" Bobbie said. \"But adding someone into a crew? That's a big deal. I don't know what Holden would think about it.\"\n\n\"We've talked about it. He already thinks you're crew.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I'm doing this ambassador thing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah. He thinks our gunner is Fred's ambassador from Mars.\" Naomi knew she was stretching the truth a little there, but it was worth it. Bobbie was still for the space of a heartbeat. And then another one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't know that,\" she said, and then with no other words, stepped back toward the lift, the airlock, Ceres Station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi watched her go.\n\nFires on shipboard were dangerous. There were any number of ship processes that could rise up past the point of spontaneous oxidation. The trick was knowing when letting a breeze through would start combustion and when it wouldn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sometimes talking to Bobbie was like putting her hand on a ceramic panel to see how hot it was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Trying to guess whether a little air would cool the big woman down or start up flames.\n\nAlone in the galley, Naomi went through a little casual maintenance: wiping down the tables and benches, checking the status of the air filters, clearing the recycler feed. Having so many people on the ship left them running through supplies faster than she'd become accustomed to. Gor Droga's fondness for chai drove down their supply of tea analogue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sun-yi Steinberg preferred a citrus drink that ate into the acids and texturing proteins." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clarissa Mao ate kibble and water. Prison food.\n\nLooking over the supply levels, Naomi had to remind herself that the Roci was carrying three times the crew it was used to. Still well within the ship's specs and abilities. The Tachi had been designed for two full flight crews and cabins full of Martian marines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Renaming it hadn't changed that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had only changed her expectations. But they were still going to have to resupply again soon.\n\nThe aromatics and spices that kept everyone from eating like Clarissa were going to be hard to get. Supplies were thin on Ceres." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Supplies were going to be thin all through the Belt, and now the inner planets too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Any of the complex organics that Earth used to supply could be synthesized in labs or grown in hydroponics on Ganymede and Ceres and Pallas. The touristy resorts on Titan. The problem, she thought as she replaced the injection nozzle on the coffee machine, was capacity. They could make anything, but they couldn't make it all at once." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Humanity was going to get by on the minimum until there was a way to increase production, and a lot of people living on the margin wouldn't make it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd die on Earth, yes, but keeping the Belt fed wasn't going to be trivial either.\n\nAs she dropped the old injection nozzle into the recycler, she wondered if Marco had thought about that or if his dreams of glory had swept away any realistic plan for taking care of all the lives he'd disrupted. She had a guess about that. Marco was a creature of the grand gesture." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His stories were about the single critical moment that changed everything, not all the moments that came after." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somewhere in the system right now, Karal or Wings or—thinking the name was like touching a sore—or Filip might be doing the same kind of maintenance she was doing on the Pella. She wondered how long it would take them to realize that the spoils of war wouldn't restock their ships forever.\n\nProbably it wouldn't come clear until they'd used up everything. Kings were always the last to feel the famine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That wasn't just the Belt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was all of history. The people who'd just been going about their lives were the ones who could speak to the actual cost of war. They paid it first. Men like Marco could orchestrate vast battles, order the looting and destruction of worlds, and never run out of coffee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the galley was done, she took herself back to the lift, and up to the command deck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was new analysis of the ships that had gone missing in the ring gates. No new data, just a rechewing of the old. Her fascination came from a sense of dread. She'd been through those rings, traveled the weird not-space that linked solar systems, and of all the dangers she'd faced, just quietly vanishing away hadn't even been on her scopes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a few hundred people—maybe more than that—something else had happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The best minds of Earth and Mars that weren't occupied with trying to deal with their environment and governing bodies collapsing around them were looking at this. Naomi didn't have their resources or the depth of background expertise they did, but she had her own experience. Maybe she'd see something they hadn't.\n\nAnd so she looked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like an amateur detective, she followed clues and hunches, and like most investigations like that, she found nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The new conversation on the feeds was a theory surrounding the Casa Azul's drive signature showing that the reactor was probably misconfigured, but apart from it being a rookie mistake that transferred a lot of energy into waste heat, Naomi didn't see anything in it. Certainly no reason that it or the other missing ships should have gone dark.\n\nThe analysis had just shifted into speculation over the plausibility of failed internal sensors in the Casa Azul increasing the pressure from the reactor bottle—which was what she assumed from the start—when her hand terminal chimed. Bobbie. She accepted the connection, and Bobbie's face appeared on her screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi felt a twinge of alarm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's the matter?\" she said.\n\nBobbie shook her head. It was probably meant to defuse the tension, but it reminded Naomi of a video of a bull getting ready to charge. \"Do you know where Holden is? He's not answering his comm.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Might be sleeping. He was up late going over footage for his broadcast thing with Monica.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Could you go wake him up for me?\" Bobbie asked. The wall behind her was sculpted stone with recessed lighting. Naomi thought it was the governor's palace. Fred Johnson's distant voice, low and graveled by annoyance, confirmed that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi rose, taking the terminal with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"On my way,\" she said. \"What's going on?\"\n\n\"I don't understand why you're part of this,\" Fred Johnson said.\n\nAcross the desk from him, Jim still looked sleepy. Puffy-eyed and his hair still a little mashed from the crash couch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie, her arms crossed, sat off to one side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before Jim could come up with an answer, she stepped in.\n\n\"He knew this Captain Pa,\" Bobbie said. \"Worked with her on Medina before it was Medina.\"\n\n\"When she was in my chain of command,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She isn't an unknown quantity. She was one of mine. I assigned her to that ship. I don't need anyone telling me about who she is or what they think of her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie's face darkened. \"Fair enough. I got Holden here because maybe you'd listen to him.\"\n\nJim raised a finger. \"I don't actually know what's going on here,\" he said. \"So. You know. What's going on here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Michio Pa is one of Inaros' inner circle,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Only it seems like she figured out that he's a great big asshole, because she broke ranks. Started sending relief supplies places without the Free Navy's say so. And now Inaros is shooting at her and she wants us to help her out.\"\n\n\"Relief supplies?\" Fred said, his voice hard as stone. \"That's what you're calling them?\"\n\n\"That's what she's calling them,\" Bobbie bit back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jim glanced at Naomi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His expression said, This is not going well.\n\nNaomi smiled back. I know, right?\n\n\"Michio Pa is stealing colony ships for the Free Navy,\" Fred said. \"Even if she isn't complicit in the destruction of Earth, she has the blood of every colonist lost to her piracy on her hands. Those aren't relief supplies. They're the spoils of war. A war against us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Marco's shooting at her?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jim said, trying to catch the conversation's reins. But Fred was locked on Bobbie and he wouldn't disengage.\n\n\"This is my best-case scenario, Draper. Inaros' coalition is falling apart. They're shooting at each other, not at us. If Pa degrades Inaros' fleet, that means they're that much easier for us to face. Every ship of Pa's that Inaros turns to slag is one less that's hunting down innocent people and stealing their property. There is no advantage to me or to Earth or to Mars that comes of getting involved in it, and I personally resent you calling in your friends here to try to bully me into thinking anything different.\"\n\n\"You aren't the only one here with military training,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You aren't the only one who's had to weigh taking on problematic allies. You aren't the only one with command experience. But you are the one in this room who's fucking wrong.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred rose to his feet, and Naomi pushed back into the cushions of her chair. Bobbie stepped toward the man, her hands in fists, her chin jutting. Fred narrowed his eyes.\n\n\"I am not interested—\" he began." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you want me to come here and wear a Martian uniform and puppet back whatever you say, you got the wrong girl,\" Bobbie half said, half shouted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You think your magic OPA coalition pajama party is going to step in here and fix this? It's failing. They aren't coming to you anymore. You got Ceres and you got a fleet and you got me as your goddamn window dressing, and it's not enough. Stop acting like it is!\"\n\nThe words hit Fred like a blow. He rocked back a little on his heels, his lips pressed together. Was it like this when Marco's coalition fell apart? Naomi wondered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Fred spoke, his voice was quieter, but cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I see why Avasarala likes you so much.\"\n\n\"Is that true?\" Holden said. This time they heard him. \"The OPA isn't coming?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's taking a little longer to arrange than I'd hoped. I may need to change venue for it. Find a place that's neutral territory.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Neutral territory,\" Jim said, skepticism in his voice.\n\n\"Some of these people are lifelong enemies of the inner planets,\" Fred said. \"The combined fleet makes them nervous. They need to be reassured that our whole focus is on the Free Navy and not them. That's all.\"\n\nFred and Bobbie stood awkwardly, the momentum of their anger spent but both resisting being the first one to step back from it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi coughed, though she didn't need to, then rose and went to the sideboard to pour herself a glass of water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was enough. Bobbie took her seat, and then a moment later, Fred did as well. Jim hunched in his chair. She poured a glass for him too and brought it to him when she sat back down.\n\n\"This Captain Pa?\" Bobbie said, speaking now to Jim directly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's an in. If we can get her to where she's willing to provide intelligence for protection, she might be able to give us something we need to crack Inaros.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred shook his head. The anger was gone from his voice, but not the resolve. \"Pa is a loose cannon. She has a history of mutiny and defection.\"\n\n\"The last time she mutinied, she saved my life,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And just maybe every human in existence. A little context here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She isn't coming to us as an ally. She isn't offering to stop her piracy or even slow it down. Cooperating with her means every ship she hijacks from now on will be our fault too!\" Fred punctuated the end of his tirade by slapping his thick hand on the table.\n\n\"She's offering to give supplies to Ceres,\" Bobbie said.\n\n\"That she stole—maybe killed—to get.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred spread his hands, but Jim wasn't looking at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi sipped her water. It was cold with the bite of minerals, and it did nothing to loosen the lump in her throat. She had to resist the urge to pluck her hair down over her eyes. Bobbie had brought him here as someone to fight beside her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone Fred Johnson knew and respected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the Martian didn't know Jim the way she did. Even loyalty—even love—wouldn't let him compromise his sense of right and wrong. She wondered if Bobbie would stay on the Rocinante after this. She hoped so.\n\nAnyone who didn't know him better would have said he looked thoughtful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi could see the grief in the corners of his mouth and the angle of his eyebrows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sense of loss. She put down her glass. Took his hand. He glanced up at her like he was remembering she was there. She was looking into his eyes, and imagined that she saw a light within them go out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or no, not out. Not extinguished." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only wrapped in something. Armor. Or regret.\n\n\"Okay,\" he said. \"How do we get in touch with Pa?\"\n\nNaomi blinked. Fred mirrored her surprise and confusion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're going to try to force my hand?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred said. \"We aren't going to do it.\"\n\n\"You can pull your people off the Roci if you need to,\" Jim said, nodding as if he were agreeing with something. Fred scowled in a way that said he thought talking to Pa himself might only be the second-worst plan on the table. \"If we have to do this alone, we'll be less effective. But we'll do what we can.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Favór,\" Shului said. \"Won't ask you nada alles. Only do this for me, sa sa?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jakulski shook his open hands, waving the younger man off. With Kelsey visiting the head, they were alone in Medina's technical command center. Because it was outside the drum, it was one of the only places on Medina that was always on the float. The couches were bolted to what would be the floor if the station ever went under thrust again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Angels wearing blue and gold pushed archways toward a God who, with them on the float, seemed like He was looking at them sideways." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The only part that made any sense to Jakulski was the stars.\n\nShului was a picture of despair: mouth twisted in distress, hands out before him, eyes imploring Jakulski. The thick, crusty sty on the upper lid of his left eye looked like something out of the Book of Job.\n\n\"Can't,\" Jakulski said. \"Promised my team I'd buy tonight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Will instead. Clear sus tab, y alles la,\" Shului said. \"Favór.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been a long shift already, and the truth was, Jakulski was looking forward to sitting down someplace with just a little gravity and a decent scotch. And the white kibble at the café that Salis and Vandercaust usually went to reminded him of his childhood. The prospect of staying another half shift—and worse, another half shift wearing the pinché Free Navy formal uniform—so he could be part of the greeting ceremony in Shului's place had no charm to it.\n\nBut the distress in the young man's expression was hard to look at." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he was smart, he'd just keep saying no, and hold to it until Kelsey got back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It'd be easier if there were someone else there. Keep Shului from debasing himself. Can't. Sorry. Be done.\n\n\"For for?\" Jakulski said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just a greeting ceremony, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shului looked embarrassed and pointed to his infected eye. \"Rindai gonna be there. She sees this? Favór, brother.\"\n\n\"Che! You still tasting her air? She's not gonna bite you. Talk to her.\"\n\n\"Will, will,\" Shului said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Only after esá bastard heals up, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bist bien,\" Jakulski said, shaking his head. Then, with a sigh, \"Favór.\"\n\nHe thought for a moment Shului was going to embrace him, but thankfully the young man only took him by the shoulders and nodded in a curt way he probably thought was manly. Being young was undignified." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Being young and in love was worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been a pup himself once, filled with all the same lusts and fears that every generation suffered. That he'd grown out of them now didn't mean he couldn't remember what it had been like. And fuck, but that pus-caked eye was hard to look at.\n\nHe sent a message to the technical team—Vandercaust, Salis, Roberts—that he'd been called on for extra duty and that he'd meet them after it was done if he could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vandercaust sent back a generic acknowledgment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was probably all he'd get from them. But maybe he could sneak away from the ceremony quick enough to catch the team. Cover for Shului and not have the tech team feel like he was putting himself above them. Eat his cake and still have it after." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be a tired night if he could get it all done, but some nights were tired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People. No matter where he went, no matter what he did, it was all still people.\n\nKelsey came back from the head and took her place at the main crash couch with the angels looking beneficently down over her shoulder. When Jakulski said he needed to get off shift a few minutes early so he could get back to his cabin and change, Shului jumped in to say how it was all okay and he'd take care of anything that needed doing.\n\nThe transition from the command center at the top of the ship into the drum was a long, curving ramp, and Jakulski rode down it in a cart with wheels that gripped the decking at any g, all the way down to the inner surface of the drum, and then down from there, going under the false ground like a caveman driving down into the underworld." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His own cabin was back toward engineering." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he'd known he was going to have to go meet the Proteus and the grandees from Laconia, he could have brought his good uniform at the start of shift and taken the lift that ran the length of the ship outside the drum, but leaving early was almost as good.\n\nThe body of the drum had been built spacious, more like a station than a ship even from the start. Like it knew what it was destined to become. Long corridors with high ceilings and full-spectrum light like what used to fall on Earth before Marco threw a bunch of their mountains into their sky." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He caught one of the diagonal halls, curving off toward his cabin on the hypotenuse of the drum's traffic grid, and let himself feel a little philosophical about the way the lights of Medina were like the memory of the species—an idea of brightness that had outlived the light that inspired it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The way Belters had. Belt-light. It was a pretty idea, and a little melancholy too, which made it even better in his mind. All beautiful things should have just a little sorrow about them. Made them seem real." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His cabin had been built for a single young Mormon living alone before marriage, but it was plenty enough for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stripped off his jumpsuit, tossed it in the recycler, combed his hair, and took his Free Navy uniform out of storage. He threw his image up on the wall screen to see how he looked. Fucking uncomfortable piece of cloth, the damned thing was. But for all that, he had to admit he did come over suave in it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Distinguished man, elder of his people, him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To his surprise, he discovered that he was almost looking forward to this.\n\nMedina had been on edge ever since word came through that Pa and her ships were rogue. But only a little. Everyone here had been OPA before they were Free Navy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And along with OPA, they'd been Voltaire Collective." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or Black Sky. Or Golden Bough. Or Union. Factions within factions within factions, sometimes with very different groups laying claim to a single name, was as Belt as red kibble and mushroom whiskey.\n\nThere was even a way that the split in the Free Navy was comforting. Not because it meant things were going well, but they were going to shit in a familiar way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pa made a play for status; Marco was going to knock her back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Humanity still worked the way it always had. All the shooting was happening inside the orbit of Jupiter anyway. No one wanted it to spill out to the slow zone. If Duarte got nervous about it all, it was because he wasn't from here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever he and his were doing on the far side of the Laconia ring, they'd been Martians when they went out and they were Martians still." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So Duarte wanted to send more resources to Medina? Good. He wanted to put advisors on the station, make sure the locals were all trained with the equipment he was shipping in? Good. More for Medina and everyone happy. And plus all that, the Proteus was bringing it in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And everyone wanted to look at the Proteus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "First ship to come in the gate that hadn't gone out through it first. A peek at whatever Duarte and his people were building out there. Given the choice, Jakulski would still have been in the café with his tech team, drinking a little too much and flirting. But since that wasn't happening, getting to see a little of the advisory force was okay for second place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Proteus had come through the gate earlier in the day, fast enough to coast to Medina without its Epstein and slow enough that its maneuvering thrusters could bring it into docking position down by the engineering decks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jakulski'd heard rumors that the Martians were keeping the Epstein at a minimum so that no one could get a good look at their drive signature, but he didn't see how that made sense. Paranoia, rumor, and superstition was all. The Proteus might be one of the first ships built at a shipyard on the far side of the rings, but it was just a ship. Wasn't like they were flying there on the back of a dragon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Captain Samuels—in charge of Medina because she was Rosenfeld Guoliang's cousin, but a good administrator anyway—was at the lock in full Free Navy military dress." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jon Amash representing for security. And there, with her auburn hair in a braid and eyes the same soft brown as her skin, Shoshana Rindai for systems. Shului had a point, that one. If Jakulski had been thirty years younger, he could have seen developing intentions toward her too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Samuels scowled at him, but not in a way that meant anything. \"You're for technical?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jakulski lifted an affirming fist and took his place in the line of floating grandees, ready to show the Marteños that the Free Navy was just as much a tight-assed military as the next coyo over. Medina had been meant for a generation ship once, and it still showed in the ship bones. Not much call for greeting visitors out in the wide nothing between stars, so the engineering lock opened onto a bare, functional decking with LED-white worklights and a rack of yellow-and-orange construction mechs on one wall. The air smelled of spent welding fuel and low-foam silicon lube." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rindai glanced at him, lifting her chin in greeting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"For for Shului not come?\" she asked, but before he had to come up with an answer, the lock cycled, and the Martians came in. Jakulski's first thought, quick as a reflex, was that they looked pretty unimpressive for great saviors.\n\nThe captain of the Proteus was a dark-skinned man with wide-set eyes and broad, expressive lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His uniform was Martian, except for its insignia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not taller than Jakulski, probably, and comfortable moving in zero g. The six behind him were in civilian jumpsuits, but the broadness of their shoulders and the cut of their hair said they were as military as the captain no matter what they were wearing. Samuels nodded, but didn't salute. The Proteus coyo caught his ankle in a floor hold and pulled himself to a stop as gracefully as a Belter.\n\n\"Permission to come aboard, Captain?\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Glad to have you here, Captain Montemayor,\" Samuels said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Esá es my department heads. Amash. Rindai. Jakulski. They're to help you with constructing and arming the security base.\"\n\nSecurity base? Jakulski sucked in a long breath. Not something Shului had mentioned. He wondered if not wanting Rindai to see his infected eye had been bullshit and he'd just wanted someone else to pick up the project." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just as likely Shului hadn't even known ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not at all, sir,\" the Proteus man—Montemayor, she'd called him—said. \"We're here to help you. Admiral Duarte specifically told me to assure you that we have the utmost faith in your ability to address any instability that might come from Sol system. We just want to assist and support our allies in Medina as best we can.\"\n\n\"Appreciate that,\" Samuels said, and it could just have been Jakulski's imagination, but she did seem to relax a little. Like maybe she'd been expecting this to be less pleasant and was relieved that the Martian coyo had started by showing his belly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jakulski looked over the other six, wondering which of them he'd be working with and what exactly they'd be working on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come you, have a drink,\" Samuels said, clapping Montemayor on the arm just as if they were friends. \"We'll get you an escort to your quarters.\"\n\n\"It's Callisto all over again,\" Roberts said.\n\n\"You weren't even born when Callisto had trouble,\" Salis replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Que Callisto all over again?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jakulski leaned back, pressed to the ground by the spin of the drum. Somewhere five levels below their feet, a quarter of a klick aft, and maybe ten degrees spinward, his cabin waited and with it, his comfortable clothes. After the Martians had all been greeted and drunk to and made welcome and all, he'd hurried to the café, thinking maybe he'd be able to catch the technical team before they went home. He hadn't taken the time to stop and change clothes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So now the uniform, even undone at the throat, sanded his neck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The technical team had all been there, and still were. Planted in their chairs like they'd taken root.\n\n\"Don't have to have been there to know what a proxy war is,\" Roberts said. \"My family's Callistan, three generations. I know what it looked like, even if I wasn't there. Earth sends private security. Mars sends advisors. Everybody just there to help out this union or that trade group, but what it came down to was Earth and Mars spending Belter lives so they never had to risk their own.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd expected the place to be empty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was long after his shift, well into when he should have been spinning down for sleep. But the light of the straight-line sun was bright and high, and even after generations in the black, some atavistic part of his brain still told him that meant midday. Drum time was permanent noon, first and last and always. And with the overlapping shifts that kept Medina alive and working no matter what the clock pretended, there were people coming in for an early breakfast or a late lunch, grabbing a quick drink on the way back to their cabin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or like him and the technical team—burning the midnight oil." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All at the same time. It was the drift of humanity left to live on whatever schedule they chose instead of being chained to the twenty-four hours of Earth and Mars. Belter time.\n\n\"Maybe if they'd come on their own, yeah,\" Salis said. \"Could see it then. But that's not the way I heard it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The way you heard it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roberts laughed. \"Didn't know you had your cameras in the bedrooms of power. Inside scoop, you?\"\n\nSalis made a rude gesture, but he was smiling while he did it. Jakulski took a drink of his beer, surprised to find the bulb so close to empty already.\n\n\"Friends in comms, me,\" Salis said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What I heard was Marco asked Duarte to come. Not Laconia coming to pull our puppet strings. It's them dancing to a Free Navy song.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The fuck would they do that for?\" Jakulski asked. He sounded like Roberts, like he was busting Salis' balls, but he more than half wanted Salis to talk him into agreeing. In his fatigue, Jakulski couldn't stop imagining the six advisors in their civilian clothes and martial bodies.\n\n\"Same reason start storing your casino chips someplace new when your boyfriend moves out,\" Salis said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Think on it, yeah? Michio Pa was one of his five. High up. Maybe Marco kept her out of the loop on Medina, only ran that through Rosenfeld. Maybe everyone knew a little of everything. Now Pa's making her play, it's only smart to change it up. She thinks she knows how the rail guns are protected? So he changes how the rail guns are protected. Simple.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or now Marco and Rosenfeld and Dawes are distracted, Duarte moves his 'advisors' in place so when he wants to, he can point the rail guns at Medina, tell us all what we should make him for breakfast,\" Roberts said.\n\nJakulski lifted a hand, caught the server's eye, and pointed to his spent bulb. One more wouldn't do any damage that wasn't already done. And all of it was going on God-damn Shului's tab anyway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Best make it count." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vandercaust, across from him, noticed and raised his own bulb as well. The server nodded with her hand and went back to what she'd been doing. A bird with wings as wide as Jakulski's outstretched fingers skinned past them, a fluttering and a flash of blue. It rode the breeze like it was still on a planet that curved down at the horizon instead of up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was something wonderful about air wide enough to fly in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Say you?\" he asked, looking at Vandercaust.\n\n\"Not saying nothing, sa sa?\" the oldest tech said, scratching idly at the split-circle tattoo on his wrist. \"Drinking.\"\n\nJakulski narrowed his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Curiosity shifted sluggishly in his brain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was too tired. He should go back and sleep. But the server was on her way with two fresh bulbs, and he'd made the trip so he could be with the team. \"Best guess, then. Duarte pushing pawns to get control of Medina? Marco using Laconia against Pa? What are we looking at?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Best guess is I don't fucking know,\" Vandercaust said in an amiable voice, and gestured in a controlled way that made it clear he was very drunk indeed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's a war. Wars aren't like that.\"\n\n\"Aren't like what?\" Roberts said.\n\n\"Aren't like stories about wars,\" Vandercaust answered solemnly. \"Stories about wars come after. Like Qin Shi Huang unified China or when you look and say this led to this led to this, and then it was over. How did anything begin? War start when Marco hit Earth? When Earth hit Anderson Station? And it ends when Earth and Mars are dead? When Belters have a home? When everyone agrees it's done?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roberts rolled her eyes, but Salis leaned forward, fingers laced across his knee." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jakulski took his new bulb from the server and drank. It was cold and rich, but something made him a little sorry he'd stayed to drink it. Martians on Medina, and Pa running her own crew, and Fred Johnson taking Ceres back. It all felt like someone building the solar system's biggest mousetrap. And Jakulski thought maybe he was living inside the cheese." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like James S. A. Corey and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It hadn't really been that long since Fred had crewed up the Rocinante for its burn down to Luna, but it had also been a lifetime. Now, with the Tycho-based crew gone, the ship seemed bigger. Emptier. It was like the end of a really long party when all the guests have gone home, and Holden couldn't quite decide if it left him feeling lonely or relieved. When they headed out this time, they'd only have one pilot. One engineer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still two mechanics, assuming that was Clarissa's official title." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After flying with the Roci for so many years with just his little family, it was strange to feel the loss of that redundancy, but some deep training was still there in the back of his mind saying that everyone had to be replaceable. As if keeping Chava Lombaugh on the ship would have really made it bearable losing Alex to a badly placed PDC round or a stroke during a high-g burn or any of the other thousand things that could go wrong in space. As if Sandra Ip could ever have taken Naomi's place.\n\nOn one hand, it was unthinkable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the other, it was reasonable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex was Alex, and no one else would ever be. If something did go wrong, though, they'd want a pilot. And the chances of things going wrong seemed pretty high.\n\nThe Minsky had started its life burning out of Luna with colonists funded by Royal Charter Energy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The same company that had landed on Ilus and Longdune and New Egypt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If things had gone the way they'd intended, they'd have passed through the ring gates on their way to landfall in a system called San Esteban. Instead, they'd been taken over by the Serrio Mal, looted, and were in a braking burn toward Ceres with what was left of the crew and supplies after Michio Pa and her people were done with it. Food and water, hydroponics and medical supplies, construction mechs and scientific equipment and the people to use them. And burning at its side, a Free Navy gunship as escort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Probably one of Pa's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Probably not a trap.\n\nProbably not going to get reduced to radioactive gas by Fred. But only probably.\n\nAlone on the command deck, he had the Roci's inventory schematic pulled up on the screen and the latest edited piece from Monica spooling on his hand terminal. The inventory chirped and updated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took him a second to find the new data." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alex?\"\n\n\"Right here, Hoss,\" Alex replied, his voice coming through the comm and down from the cockpit both.\n\n\"Confirm that you're seeing the juice on your couch topped up?\"\n\nA moment passed. \"I am showing full-on shitty synthetic juice guaranteed to give a migraine and diarrhea if you use it for more than eight hours.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Seriously?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We had better than this on the Canterbury,\" Alex said.\n\nHolden felt a twitch of concern. \"Why did we get third-rate juice?\"\n\nNaomi answered as if she were beside him instead of strapped into the loading mech on the dock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because the alternative was loading the injectors with morphine so you don't care so much about being crushed. There's a war on, you know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So there is,\" he said as the inventory chimed another update.\n\nAmos said, \"Should show we're at eighty percent on PDC rounds.\"\n\n\"Showing eighty-one point seven,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Really? I'm pretty sure that ain't right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Track it down,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll let you know if the ship changes her mind in the meantime.\"\n\n\"We're on it,\" Amos agreed.\n\nWe. Meaning Clarissa. He was really going to have to get over that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt guilty that he hadn't already, but he didn't have a clear idea how to let his discomfort with her go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pushed the issue back down his priority list again, the way he always did. And who knew? Maybe they'd all die in a hail of gunfire before it came up again and he wouldn't have to worry about it.\n\nOn his hand terminal, the new edit of latest video flickered. This would be the tenth one when it came out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most of it was an interview with a couple of musicians he'd met up in the shitty part of the station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two Belters with patois so thick, he'd fed it through a translation program, but their voices were musical and there was an affection in them that transcended the language. Monica had redone the subtitles, putting them at the top of the image, so that the words were beside their faces, close enough to see their expressions as they spoke. They looked like grandfather and grandson, but they called each other \"cousin.\"\n\nAs he watched, they talked about the music scene on Ceres, the difference between live music and recordings, between what they called tényleges performance and using microphones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They didn't talk about Earth or Mars, the OPA or the Free Navy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden hadn't asked, and the few times that they'd strayed in a political direction, he'd brought it back to the music. Two more reminders that not everyone who lived outside a gravity well had dropped the rocks on Earth. He liked this one a lot, and he wanted to get it approved for release before they left dock. In case, without ever quite letting himself think in case of what. Just in case." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The first nine pieces he'd released had gotten a little traction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some of that was, he knew, because his name was on it. Being a minor political celebrity had its perks, and one was a small but reliable audience baked in for this project. Better than that, though, he'd started getting copycats. People with their own feeds on Titan and Luna and Earth doing interviews and slice-of-life bits like the ones he'd put out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or maybe they'd always been doing that, and he was copying them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only he hadn't noticed any of it until now.\n\n\"Cap?\" Amos said, and Holden realized it wasn't the first time. \"You okay up there?\"\n\n\"I'm here. I'm fine. Distracted. What've you got?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clarissa answered. \"One of the feeds didn't zero before. We got it. The count's confirmed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Great,\" Holden said. On his hand terminal, the older man struck a chord on his guitar and the younger man laughed. He closed the file. He couldn't tell if it was working or not anymore. His brain couldn't imagine what it would be like to run into it for the first time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whether the humanity that he saw in it would be there for someone on Earth or Mars or in the colony ships." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or on the far side of the gates.\n\nHe heard Naomi coming up before he saw her. He looked back over his shoulder as she stepped off the lift. Her jumpsuit still showed lines of sweat where the loading mech's straps had held her, and when she leaned over to kiss his forehead, he took her arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her eyes were a little bloodshot, the way they got when she was tired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked back down at him, laughed a little.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"You're very beautiful,\" Holden said. \"I hope I tell you that often enough.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then I hope I don't tell you so often it gets annoying.\"\n\n\"You don't,\" she said, and sat in the crash couch beside his, stretching her arm as she did so she could keep her fingers twined in his. \"Are you all right?\"\n\n\"A little exhausted.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just a little?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not hallucinating yet.\"\n\nNaomi shook her head. Just a few millimeters one way and then the other. \"You know you're not responsible for fixing everything.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Saving humanity from itself is a group project, yes,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really, all I'm doing is trying to show everyone on Earth and Mars and the Belt and Medina and the colonies that really we're all still just one tribe.\"\n\n\"So just transcend all lived human experience since before the dawn of history?\"\n\n\"And keep the part where we kill each other to a minimum,\" he said. \"Shouldn't be hard.\"\n\n\"At least you know why you're tired.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She squeezed his fingers and let them go, pulling up a tactical display of Ceres and the space around it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The station itself and the fleet ships that surrounded it like a cloud of blue fireflies were marked as friendlies. The colony ship and its escort slowing toward them were in yellow—status unknown, but of interest. The time to rendezvous was down to hours.\n\n\"Part of me hopes that Fred won't let us go out,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We request the clamps come off, and they just say no and we're stuck in here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"While the colony ship flips at the last minute and accelerates into the port, exploding in a nuclear fireball,\" Naomi said.\n\nHe pulled up his hand terminal and sent his approval to Monica on Tycho. At lightspeed, it would still be minutes before she got it. \"It does sound less appealing when you put it that way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind them, the lift cycled down, humming as it went." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex—his voice still doubled by the headset and the free air—finished his checklist with Amos and Clarissa. Holden stowed his hand terminal in the crash couch's high-g compartment. If things went poorly, he didn't want it zooming around the command deck.\n\nNaomi's voice was low, but focused." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can I ask you something?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course.\"\n\n\"Why are we doing this?\"\n\nHolden wished his brain had been a little clearer. After a certain point, he felt like his verbal centers ran straight to his mouth without passing through the rest of his brain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because we can't just blow up enough things that this becomes a good situation. We're going to need more than that in our toolbox.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie stepped off the lift. There was something odd about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it. She was wearing simple blacks, but the way she held herself made them look like a uniform. Her hands were in fists at her sides, but she didn't seem angry so much as nervous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That didn't bode well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Sir.\"\n\n\"Please don't call me sir. No one on the ship does. Everything all right? Fred want something?\"\n\n\"Johnson didn't send me,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're going out, and I'm reporting for duty.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay,\" Holden said. \"You can route tactical and fire control down here, or take the gunner's seat up by Alex. Wherever feels most comfortable.\"\n\nBobbie took a deep breath and something Holden didn't understand played out across her wide face. \"I'll take the gunner's seat,\" she finally said, and climbed up to the cockpit. Holden watched her ankles disappear above him, his brow furrowed hard enough to ache a little." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That was ... um,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Was that a moment?\"\n\n\"That was a moment,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Good moment or bad moment?\"\n\n\"Very good moment.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well. Shit,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry I missed it.\"\n\n\"All right, everyone strapped in?\" Alex called.\n\nOne by one, the crew answered. They were ready. Or as ready as they were likely to get." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden let his head sink into the gel of the couch, shifting his screen to match Naomi's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were an awful lot of ships floating in the vicinity of Ceres right now. He listened as Alex requested that the docking clamps be released. For long, painful seconds, Ceres traffic authority didn't answer. And then, \"Affirmative, Rocinante. You are cleared to leave.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ship shuddered and the spin gravity of Ceres vanished as Alex let their momentum fling them out into the vacuum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On his screen, they were a white dot flying off at a tangent to the station's massive curve. He flipped to external cameras and watched the surface of the dwarf planet curve away.\n\n\"Well,\" Naomi said. \"Looks like Fred didn't object to this enough to keep us from going out.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Holden said. \"I hope he knows what he's doing, trusting delicate work like this to agents of chaos like us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos chuckled, and Holden realized he'd said that on the full-crew channel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fairly sure he's making this shit up as he goes too,\" Amos said. \"Anyway, the worst-case scenario is we all get killed and he gets to feel smart for not having his people on board when we did it. Win-win for him.\"\n\nWhen Bobbie spoke, Holden could hear the smile in it, despite the words. \"No one dies while standing watch without permission from the commanding officer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You say so, Babs,\" Amos replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Keep braced,\" Alex said. \"I'm gonna have to get us on course here.\"\n\nNormally the shifting of the ship under maneuvering thrusters was almost subliminal to Holden. The subtle dance of vectors and thrust had been part of his life ever since he'd left Earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was only that he was so tired and worried and full of so very much coffee that it bothered him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With every adjustment, up and down changed a little and then went back to the float. When Alex fired the Epstein for a few seconds, the Roci sang, harmonics ringing through overtones up and down the hull like a church bell.\n\n\"Not too much, Alex,\" Holden said. \"We don't want our braking burn to slag anybody. At least I don't think we do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not a problem,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll just tap back down to a good coasting speed until we're right up alongside them. Final braking won't catch anyone in the plume.\"\n\n\"And keep the torpedoes and PDCs hot,\" Holden said. \"Just in case.\"\n\n\"On it,\" Bobbie said. \"We're getting painted by ranging lasers.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Whose?\" Holden asked, dropping the exterior camera and going back to tactical." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The scattering of fleet ships. The surface defenses of Ceres. The slowly approaching captured ship and its Free Navy escort.\n\n\"Oh,\" Naomi said, tapping through a list of connection reports longer than her screen. \"Pretty much everyone.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The escort ship?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're painting us too.\"\n\nOn his screen, the incoming ships stuttered, the data around them updating as they killed their braking burns, appearing from behind clouds of superheated gas. The Roci's sensor arrays checked contour and heat signatures, confirming almost instantly. The larger ship matched the Minsky—large, blocky, and awkward with communications satellites meant to bootstrap a network around an alien planet covering its sides like warts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The smaller was a Martian corvette, a generation newer than the Roci, a little lighter, streamlined for atmosphere and probably loaded with similar ordnance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Its transponder wasn't answering.\n\n\"Hate seeing this,\" Alex said. \"Two good Martian-built ships squaring off? It ain't right.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Holden said. \"Who knows? Maybe we're on the same side.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If it is a fight,\" Bobbie said, \"let's win it. Permission to lock target?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Has it locked on us?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"Not yet,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Hold off, then,\" Holden said. \"I don't want to go first.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "An incoming comm request appeared on his screen from Fred Johnson, and for a confused half second, he wondered what Fred was doing on the gunship, then saw the tightbeam was coming from Ceres." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When this was over, he was really going to need to sleep. He accepted the connection, and Fred appeared in a separate window on the side of his screen.\n\n\"Regretting this yet?\" Fred asked.\n\n\"Only a little,\" Holden said. \"You?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I want to make something clear. If—if—you take possession of that colony ship, under no circumstances does it come within three thousand klicks of my dock. If there are people who need medical assistance on board, they stay on board and we'll send help out to them. Nothing comes off that ship until it's been examined, scanned, reloaded, disinfected, and sprinkled with holy water by whatever flavor of priest I can put my hands on. I'm not running Troy here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Understood.\"\n\n\"The only reason I'm letting you do this at all is the chance of recovering prisoners of the Free Navy alive.\"\n\n\"That's the only reason?\" Holden said. \"So you'll hand all the supplies on the ship back over to the former owners instead of using them to keep Ceres alive?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred's smile was gentle and warm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't be an asshole.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Bobbie said. \"Now they're painting us. Permission to return the favor?\"\n\n\"Granted,\" Holden said.\n\nBobbie said something under her breath that he couldn't make out, but it sounded happy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Be careful, Holden,\" Fred said again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't like anything about this.\"\n\n\"Well, if it's a trap, you can say I told you so to whatever scraps of us are left.\"\n\n\"I've got thirty ships that'll make sure you have a nuclear funeral pyre big enough they'd see it on Proxima Centauri in four years. You know. If anyone's there.\"\n\n\"That's not comforting,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We should open comms,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fred? I've gotta go do this thing. I'll let you know how it went when it's done.\"\n\nFred nodded. The connection dropped. Holden swallowed past the tightness in his throat. \"How are we for range?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Inside effective torpedo range,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And we'll be good for PDCs in eight minutes and ten seconds.\"\n\n\"Rail gun all warmed up?\"\n\n\"Oh hell yes.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Naomi, get me a channel.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A moment later, a new frame appeared on his screen. Dark but with the yellow border of an open connection. They were so close, there was effectively no light delay. That alone made him nervous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Attention, unidentified warship. This is James Holden of the independent freighter Rocinante. We're here to transfer possession of the Minsky. Hope that's what brought you here too. I'd appreciate it if you'd identify.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The screen stayed dark. Anxiety crept up his back. The seconds stretched without a reply. Something was wrong. Without moving, he rehearsed what he'd say to Alex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Get us out of here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something's about to blow up. What he'd say to Bobbie. Protect the Roci first. Disable the gunship if you can." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Munroe died second. Marco's forces caught it near a cloud of machining equipment and medical supplies that had been buried in the void. As best Michio could reconstruct it, a plea for help had come from a mining ship called the Corvid. They had five families on the ship, and an outbreak of complex meningitis that had the children in medical comas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Munroe, charging to the rescue, was intercepted by two Free Navy corvettes, and fled from them into two others." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco had recorded the captain—a middle-aged man named Levi Watts who Michio had hardly known before he was placed under her command—begging for the life of his crew before his ship was overwhelmed.\n\nIt hadn't been dignified, and it ended in fire. Copies of it went on a dozen anonymous feeds with an attached listing of all the other vessels that had chosen to follow her.\n\nThe Corvid's transponder vanished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The discussions of whether it had also been destroyed or invented as bait for the ambush came to nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The message was the same either way: No one could betray the Free Navy, and the Free Navy was Marco Inaros. Evans and Nadia had taken the responsibility of remaking the communication protocols for Michio's remaining fleet. She could see the concern in their eyes and hear it in the timbre of their voices. She loved them for caring, but there was a distance in that love for now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A coldness. She couldn't say how long her rage and grief would stay cold, but for now ruthless analysis was the only way she could mourn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe that was what worried them.\n\nThe Minsky had been flying dark outside the ecliptic in an orbit that, given several months, would have taken it near enough to the ring gate that it could have made a break for it, dodged into the slow zone before any of the Free Navy ships could intercept it. So when Foyle and the Serrio Mal captured it, she'd also saved the lives of everyone aboard. It would have been a matter of minutes between the ship passing through the gate and rail gun defenses ripping it to pieces." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not that the colonists knew that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not that Michio had told them.\n\nEven when Foyle learned that the prize ship was being routed to Ceres and into the arms of the enemy, she'd been willing to escort it. Michio had been tempted to let her, but it was the wrong move. Reaching out to Fred Johnson had been her decision." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If it was going to go pear-shaped, she should be the one to deal with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The transfer had been furtive and quick—high-g, short-burst burns that brought the Minsky and the Connaught together on an intercept with Ceres that kept away from the bulk of Marco's forces.\n\nWhen, a lifetime ago, Marco had chosen her to head the conscription arm of the Free Navy, he'd given her the smaller, lighter ships. Armed, certainly, but not built for heavy fighting. She was meant to outrun the vast, bulky ice haulers, converted now to colony ships: massive and easy to overwhelm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco and Rosenfeld, the war leaders against the inner planets, had more need of the capital ships." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were the sledgehammer, and she was the scalpel.\n\nAnd now she was going to find out whether her plan to cut a path where the great Marco Inaros couldn't reach her had worked, or if her rebellion was going to be short-lived and tragic.\n\nThe universe has plans for you, Josep said in her imagination. You couldn't have come this far through so many dangers if there weren't a reason for you to be here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The same beautiful bullshit that everyone told themselves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That they were special. That they mattered. That some vast intelligence behind the curtains of reality cared what happened to them. And in all the history of the species, they'd all died anyway.\n\n\"Attention, unidentified warship. This is James Holden of the independent corvette Rocinante. We're here to transfer possession of the Minsky. Hope that's what brought you here too. I'd appreciate it if you'd identify.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, fuck,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain?\" Oksana said.\n\nJames Holden. Probably the most ambiguous man in the system. The Earther who worked for Fred Johnson's OPA. The leader of the coup against Ashford back in the slow zone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man Marco Inaros hated more than anyone else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chosen envoy of the Martian Republic and the United Nations to Ilus, and everybody's favorite pawn. If she'd had a dream that his voice would be the one greeting her, Josep would have called it a sign. Of what, she couldn't guess.\n\nHer display showed Ceres Station, the enemy ships arrayed around it like a cloud of insects waiting to attack." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And all through the system, she was certain sensor arrays and optical telescopes were focused on her, on the Minsky, and on the ship coasting toward her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somewhere, Marco was seeing her with the chance to open fire on James Holden. If God had wanted to give her a way to walk back her rebellion, He couldn't have made a better one. She had her ranging laser on him. Even if she died, even if they all died, the other ships in her command would have a chance to sneak back into the Free Navy's fold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No more Witch of Endors. No more Munroes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There are no coincidences, Josep said in her mind. Except of course there were.\n\n\"Captain, what are your orders?\" Oksana asked.\n\n\"Open the connection.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oksana opened the comms, grunted at some small error, and passed the feed to Michio's station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden was looking anxiously into the camera. The years had been kind to him. His face had a more comfortable look, and a touch of sorrow and humor that he wore well. She wondered if the others of his crew were still on the Rocinante with him or if he'd left Naomi Nagata someplace safely out of Marco's reach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Rocinante, this is Michio Pa of the Connaught. Weird to see you again, Captain Holden.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His lips widened into a boyish grin, and to her surprise, she found herself smiling back. It wasn't pleasure, but the giddiness of fear. Her heart tapped at her ribs like it was impatient. Trying to get her attention." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could kill him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could kill me. Either decision would be justified. The Rocinante had a rail gun. By the time she knew he'd fired, she'd already be dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he probably wouldn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And she probably wouldn't either.\n\n\"Weird to see you too, Captain Pa. Strange times.\"\n\nShe laughed, and it sounded like someone else. Evans looked at her, concern in his eyes. She ignored him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Couldn't help noticing that you've got some ships pointing their guns at me,\" she said lightly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"People are nervous,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Was sending you supposed to be symbolic of something?\"\n\n\"Nope. We just drew the short straw.\"\n\nIt was eerie, speaking to someone on the other side of the fight without so much as a stutter of light delay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted to flip and burn hard, get out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every second on the float brought her closer to Ceres and the consolidated fleet and Fred fucking Johnson. Every dot on the tactical display made her itch. They were the enemy as much as Marco. But the enemy of her enemy was at least playing nice right now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No sudden moves. Nothing without warning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They could do this.\n\n\"We're ready to transfer control of the Minsky to you,\" she said. \"Her passengers are all on board confined to their quarters. I'll send along a manifest with what supplies she's carrying.\"\n\nHolden nodded. \"So. Nothing's going to blow up when we do this, is it? No booby traps? Because there are some smart people who think I'm pretty stupid for trusting you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Plenty on my side saying the same of me. Nothing either of us can say right now's going to change their minds. We'll just have to try this. See what happens.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oksana's voice cut through the air like a wire. \"I've got fast-movers coming in from Ceres! Six torpedoes. Fifty seconds to impact.\"\n\nThe breath left Michio's lungs, pushed out by fear so profound it felt like calm. Open fire, all guns." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Get us out of here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whatever they were going to do, she had to order it now.\n\nExcept she was looking at Holden, and he was surprised too. Shocked, even.\n\nAngry.\n\nShe had to give the order." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her family was going to die. If she fired, they'd all fire back. She had to run. Burn hard. Melt everything behind her to slag." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stop, she thought. If we die, we die, but right now, stop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why was Holden angry?\n\n\"Holden?\" she said, her voice trembling. \"Do we have a problem?\"\n\n\"Fuck yes, you have my permission,\" Holden snapped, and it took her a fraction of a second to realize he wasn't speaking to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Rocinante's firing its PDCs,\" Oksana said, her voice high and sharp." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fear was a resonance tone, and the deck rang with it.\n\n\"Lighting up our PDCs,\" Evans said.\n\n\"Don't,\" Michio shouted before she knew she was going to say it. Then, in the stunned silence, \"Touch those fire controls, and you will kill us all. Do you understand, Mr. Evans? Everyone you love will die, and it will be your fault.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her husband looked at her, confusion in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His fingers hovered over the controls, twitching toward them. If she'd shot him, he couldn't have looked more betrayed. \"Oksana, what is the Rocinante firing on?\"\n\n\"No no no,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're getting them. Not you. You don't think we're—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're targeting the missiles from Ceres. Impact in ... They're done, sir. The Rocinante shot down the attack.\"\n\nMichio nodded. Her blood rattled in her veins. Her hands shook. She was aware of the panic in her mind like listening to voices in a nearby room, but she didn't feel it. She didn't feel anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Evans,\" she said. \"Put your hands down.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Evans looked at his own fingers like he was surprised to see them there, then slowly lowered them to his sides. She watched the realization bloom in his eyes: If he'd started firing, the enemy fleet would have started firing. Maybe not the Rocinante, but everyone else. His instincts had come within a finger-tap of killing them all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He moaned the way he did when he was sick or drunk, unstrapped, and pushed off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His crash couch spun gently on its gimbals as he abandoned his post. She didn't stop him.\n\nOn her screen, Holden was bending in toward the camera. Not much, just the little unconscious curve of someone protecting their gut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She forced her own spine to relax." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Long seconds passed as she waited for another attack. Heartbeat after heartbeat, nothing came.\n\n\"Well,\" she said.\n\n\"Yeah,\" Holden replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another moment passed. Michio heard another voice behind Holden. Naomi Nagata." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The words themselves weren't clear, but the tone of the woman's voice could have stripped paint. So he hadn't left her someplace safe. Fair enough. Safety might not exist now anywhere. The first hints of adrenaline crash haunted the edges of Michio's consciousness: a faint nausea, a deepening weariness, sorrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She ignored those too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Was saying,\" Michio said, her voice calmer than she'd expected. \"We have the Minsky and what she's carrying. Ready to pass control over to you. Then we're backing away before anyone else starts shooting at us.\"\n\n\"That wasn't Fred,\" Holden said. \"I don't know who fired those torpedoes, but we're going to find out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio's lips felt heavy, solid, like she'd been carved from stone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't matter who'd pulled the trigger on the attack from Ceres. Look far enough back, and Marco Inaros would be behind it.\n\n\"I appreciate that,\" she said. \"You let us know when you're ready for the remote command protocols.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco's response didn't take an hour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shook his head sorrowfully, looked into the camera with wide, dark eyes. The raw charisma of his presence was banked by being on a screen, but it wasn't extinguished. Proof that the traitor Michio Pa was working with Earth. Undermining the efforts of the Free Navy to protect and rebuild the Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brazenly giving aid and comfort to the enemy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His voice vibrated with indignation on behalf of his people and disgust for her collaboration with the enemy. It didn't matter that the \"enemy\" included millions of Belters he'd left behind. She wondered whether that would matter to the people who watched him.\n\nHe included images of the Rocinante defending the Connaught." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The final proof, if anyone needed it, that she was in bed with the people who most wanted the Free Navy and the Belt to fail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She watched it on the command deck, a dozen responses competing in her head. She even went as far as recording one, but the words got away from her, tugged along by her anger until the woman looking back at her from the screen seemed almost as crazed as the one Marco described.\n\nThey burned away from Ceres, but not hard. The point of the exercise was to put themselves in range of the inners and not be killed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To show the other ships still loyal to her and the handful of independent ships that saw more hope in her path than Marco's that zones of protection were possible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fleeing her new little zone of safety as quickly as she could was what she wanted down to her marrow, but it wasn't what she'd come here for. Wasn't what she'd risked her ship and her family and her life to get. And so a third of a g, and then the float, reorienting, then another burn. The farther she got from Fred Johnson's guns, the more she tried to make the Connaught hard for Marco to track." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Oksana came to her cabin that night, it hadn't been as her officer but as her wife." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She brought a bottle of whiskey with a bright-silver injection tip and two bulbs to drink it from. At first, Michio didn't want the company, but as soon as she did, she was desperate for it. Sex, in Michio's experience, was like music. Or language. It could express anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now it was rage and sorrow and need." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Afterward, strapped into the crash couch together, she listened to Oksana's breath, deep and steady as she imagined waves must be. Michio's heart felt fragile and more complicated than it had when she'd woken up that morning. Careful not to wake her wife, she stretched out, caught her hand terminal between her fingertips, and spooled up Marco's denunciation. The light from the little screen filled the room, and she dropped the sound until it was nothing but a distant rhythm of hard consonants." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heard that way, there was a pattern to how Marco spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A throbbing in his delivery like he was imitating a heartbeat. She'd never noticed that before.\n\nShe shifted over to the cached copies of the community feeds and forums. They filled with reactions and opinions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Judgment of her and her family." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Declarations of hatred. Threats of death. Nothing she hadn't expected. These were the people she was risking everything to feed and support. And because she stood against Marco to do it, they hated her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not all of them, but many. And deeply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Good thing she wasn't doing it for the popularity.\n\nThe alert went on. Attitude adjustment and burn. She shifted the hand terminal to the Connaught's control systems." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nadia had plotted in a complex adjustment, turning on all three axes with a variable burn so that when they were done, only someone with very precise sensor arrays who'd caught them all the way through the maneuver would be able to plot where they were going with any certainty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The countdown came, the burn pressing her and Oksana gently against each other and shifting the crash couch beneath them, swinging one direction and then another and back. The deep rumble of the Epstein was like God apologetically clearing His throat.\n\nOksana yawned, stretched, put her hand on Michio's shoulder.\n\n\"Hoy, Captain,\" she said, voice slushy with sleep and the aftermath of coupling. Michio sighed, smiled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Navigator Busch,\" she said, matching Oksana's joking formality, and weaving their fingers together. \"You should sleep.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So should you. Can you?\"\n\n\"No,\" Michio said. \"If it gets to be a problem, I'll hit the autodoc. Get something.\"\n\n\"What's the status?\"\n\nMichio almost asked, The status of what?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it would only have been so she didn't have to think too much." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knew Oksana meant the Free Navy's reaction. Were there gunships burning for them now? Had long-range torpedoes launched toward them from the ships and stations of the Belt, hoping to come quietly and fast enough to overwhelm their PDCs? Michio shifted to kiss her forehead just at the hairline." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oksana's hair smelled of musk and the fake vanilla she favored." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a beautiful scent.\n\n\"Everyone hates us, but no one's shooting yet,\" she said.\n\n\"They will, though.\"\n\n\"They will. But we've carved little islands of safety. Now that they've accepted our tribute, we can go to Ceres or any other station Fred fucking Johnson takes without Marco following on. Unless he's ready for a full battle with the inners.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"In which case, it won't really matter if we're there or not,\" Oksana said, her lips against Michio's collarbone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you? Are you all right?\"\n\nThe Connaught made a complex corkscrewing burn, the crash couch shifting one way, then another. The universe seeming to swirl around the stillpoint of their bodies. Michio shrugged in the darkness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know. I know what my project is. Get the things the Belt needs and give them to the people that need them the most. But ... no one's going to thank us for it.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Some will,\" Oksana said. Then, a moment later, \"I mean, no one with power.\"\n\n\"Isn't that what we're doing, though?\"\n\n\"Doing?\" Oksana asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.\n\n\"If no one with power loves us, let's make our own damn power.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with four sentences, emulating the writing style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The morning routine was the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prax got up first, padded to the kitchen still wearing his robe and slippers. He started brewing the tea and making breakfast for the family. Pancakes and bacon for the girls. Red rice and eggs for him and Djuna." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He played music on the system." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Usually something calm and wandering, what Djuna called his getting-a-massage music. And about the time the rice was cooked and the bacon crisped, he heard the sound of Djuna's shower and the voices of Mei and Natalia. This particular morning, the girls were gabbling pleasantly to each other. Other mornings, they would snap and argue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Djuna's shower water stopped, he poured the first pancake onto the grill, two eggs beside it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They took almost exactly the same time to cook, so that he could turn them both, one with either hand. It was showing off, but when Mei saw it, it always made her laugh. Djuna's hectoring voice came from the hall, moving the girls through their morning rituals—washing faces, combing hair, getting dressed. When they all came to the table, Prax would be the only one not wearing his work clothes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The girls made fun of him for lazing around in his robe, even though he'd been the one to do the most, and he pretended to be offended even though he really wasn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After breakfast, Djuna would take the girls to school on her way to work, leaving him alone to clean away the dishes, take his own shower, and prepare for the lab. It wasn't something they'd ever discussed. It was just the way their own particular domestic habits had formed. Prax liked it like that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd had more than enough adventures in his life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He got more work done when things were predictable.\n\nHe sweetened his tea with the same syrup he drizzled over the pancakes, put the plates and glasses filled with food in their places, and was just sitting down with his rice and eggs when Djuna came in, driving the girls before her like a cattleman in the tradition of mothers all through history.\n\nMei was a little quieter than usual, Natalia a little brighter, but both within the error bars. Djuna turned down the music while they ate and talked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the conversation turned dangerous, Prax didn't notice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What does resistance mean?\" Natalia asked. Her face was serious and sober, and on so small a person, vaguely comic.\n\n\"It's a measure of how electrons flow through something,\" Prax said. \"You see, we think about current flowing through wires kind of the same way we think of water flowing through pipes. It's actually more complicated than that when you get down to quantum levels, but it's a very, very good model.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And models are how we make sense of things,\" Natalia said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Proud of herself for remembering the catchphrase that he and Djuna had been using with the girls for so long. He didn't think Natalia was old enough to understand it yet, but she would be. And Mei sometimes surprised him with her insights.\n\n\"Yes,\" Prax said. \"Exactly. So resistance is about how hard or easy it is for electrons to flow through something.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Natalia's little brow furrowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mei was looking away and Djuna had gone very still. Which was odd. But he could tell he wasn't making sense to the girls, so he tried again.\n\n\"So imagine you've got a big straw,\" he said, demonstrating with his hands. \"And when you put it in your juice, it's really easy to drink. But then you take a teeny little skinny straw, you have to try really hard to get the same amount of juice up out of the glass. The big straw is like something without much resistance, and the little straw is like something with a lot of resistance.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Natalia nodded very seriously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like he could see her trying to solve the puzzle of it. \"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?\" she said.\n\nPrax laughed. \"It's not good and it's not bad. It's just part of how the universe is. Now, if you had a circuit where you wanted really low resistance and you didn't have it, that wouldn't be a very good circuit. But only because it didn't do what you wanted. If you had something where you wanted high resistance, maybe that very same circuit would be perfect. It's not about right and wrong. Just how things work.\"\n\n\"It's time to go,\" Djuna said, and her voice seemed sharp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the voice she used when something was bothering her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And there were still almost fifteen minutes before they really needed to be out the door. Maybe something was going on at the biofilms lab he didn't know about.\n\nWhen they'd left, he turned his music back on, cleared the dishes, showered, dressed himself for work. The rooms seemed wrong without them, and the extra time by himself empty and somehow ominous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the way to the tube station, he worried about whether Mei had remembered to take her medicine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd planned to use the tube ride to review the new datasets on the harvester yeast, but his eyes kept skipping off his hand terminal and up to the screens across from him. A newsfeed was spooling, but he couldn't hear the words over the rattling of the tube and the voices of the other commuters. Ships were fighting, but he couldn't tell where. Earth. Iapetus. Pallas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ceres." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mars. In the void between places, far distant from everything. They were all possible. The only thing he could be certain of was it wasn't here, and that only because there weren't any alerts blaring." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the central station, half the passengers shuffled off into the vaulted transfer chamber, making way for another flood coming on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A half dozen men in Free Navy uniforms were among them. The Free Navy had started wearing sidearms openly now, and they walked with a swagger. Two civilian girls seemed to be with them, laughing and flirting. The oldest of them didn't look much past her twenties." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not that much older than Mei." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not really. Prax turned his attention back to the newsfeed, and then his hand terminal. He still wasn't able to concentrate on it, but something about the Free Navy men made him feel more comfortable with his eyes cast down. His heart was pumping a little faster, his back felt tight. He hadn't done anything wrong, but the sense of being threatened and the experience of guilt were so closely related that it was hard to feel one without the other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he'd been a student at lower university, he'd had to take a humanities class—literature, drama, art appreciation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something to make him well rounded. He'd opted for philosophy in hopes that it would have something like rigor to it. Most of the experience had been forgotten, the memories washed away in decades of neuroplastic adjustments. What he did still recall was dreamlike and fragmentary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But sitting there, pressing deeper into the seat as the tube car shifted up toward the surface, the hum and rattle of the tube vibrating up his spine, listening to the too-loud laughter of the soldiers, one moment came back to him vividly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His professor—an overweight, balding man with an alcoholic's complexion and an air of intelligence so profound it seemed to bend space around him—lifting a hand and speaking a phrase: the terror of the normal. Prax was almost sure it had been something about Heidegger, but here and now, he thought he understood it better than he had back then.\n\nThis was how things were now. This had become normal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd hoped to spend the morning on his own research, but Khana and Brice didn't even let him get as far as his lab before falling into step beside him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was looking at the open partition, and I think there may have been a problem with the data transfer,\" Khana said. \"The datasets directory only had Hy18 through the ninth run.\"\n\n\"No, no,\" Prax said. \"I know. I didn't get around to transferring them yet. I was going to, but I got distracted.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Brice made a small sound in the back of her throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prax understood it, and he didn't envy her. Ever since Karvonides' death, Brice had been in the unenviable position of doing her own work and covering for her dead supervisor. Every day, Prax had intended to move all the critical data out to the open partition. He couldn't even say why he hadn't gotten around to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was just that something always seemed to come up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Boss,\" Khana said, \"we need the latest on Hy1810 unless you want us to push the new run.\"\n\n\"You can't push the new run,\" Prax said.\n\nThey reached the door of Prax's lab. Khana shoved his hands into his pockets, his jaw set, his eyes focused off somewhere about ten centimeters to Prax's left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know. But ...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll do it now,\" Prax said. \"Give me half an hour.\"\n\nHe ducked into his lab and pulled the door closed behind him. Khana and Brice hovered for a long moment on the far side of the frosted glass and then walked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prax sat at his desk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wanted to check the water levels and pull new samples from the hydroponics. He was tempted to just do that for a few minutes, put off going through Karvonides' partition. But he'd said now, and they really did need to get the animal trials going.\n\nHe pulled up the staff directory, keyed in his access code, and let the system do its ritual biometric check." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, with a deep sigh and a sense of growing dread, he went into the dead woman's partition." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was his job to do this. There was nothing to be anxious about.\n\nTwo of the datasets were in editing lock, so he had to close them down before he could move them. Not hard, but it took a few more seconds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He would need to go through her messages too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Make sure anything that needed attention was passed down to Brice or up to McConnell. Anything personal for her, he could ignore. He didn't need to pry, and he probably didn't want to know. Except that one of the messages had James Holden in the subject." }, { "from": "human", "value": "NEW JAMES HOLDEN FEED FROM CERES, it said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "James Holden, who'd saved Mei. And Prax himself. And everyone. Prax didn't intend to open the feed. It was more like a reflex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This looks interesting—what is it?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the feed, just as promised, James Holden looking earnestly into the camera. On the one hand, it looked professionally produced. The video didn't stutter or shake. The colors had the carefully modulated look of a newsfeed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden's voice when he spoke was clear and sharp without being spiky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Holden's demeanor had an awkward authenticity that was so familiar and unrehearsed, it was like seeing him in the flesh again.\n\n\"This is James Holden from Ceres Station. Today, we're doing the third in this open ended series thing, and I'm really hoping you're all looking forward to this. Especially all my friends and family back on Earth and Mars. I say this every time, but we're doing these clips and interviews so that the folks back home can put faces and voices to the real people out in the Belt. And ... yeah. So, let me introduce—\"\n\nThe image cut to a tall Belter girl sitting in the galley of the Rocinante. Prax leaned forward. He'd sat exactly where she was once, during the worst part of his life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt a wave of nostalgia like seeing his apartment from upper university—someplace familiar that had been important to him once—that broke against the novelty of this new girl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alis Caspár.\"\n\n\"Great. Okay, and where do you live?\"\n\n\"Ceres Station. Salutorg District.\"\n\nPrax watched the whole feed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The clap-juggling of shin-sin that seemed to delight and fascinate the Earther." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The way the girl was embarrassed for him and he didn't seem to notice. The older woman they called Tía flirting with him. It was ... charming. With all the news of war and death, with all the images of ships chewing each other to shavings of metal and ceramic, the body bags of Earth, Holden's video was nothing. Pleasant. Meaningless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sweet, even." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The feed ended. Prax, surprised, found he'd been tearing up. He wiped his cheek with the cuff of one sleeve, and was startled when the next message opened its own feed automatically. A thin-faced woman with skin darker than Djuna's but with the same deep hazel eyes smiled into the camera. The image shook a little and the colors weren't as professionally toned as Holden's had been." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is Fatima Crehan, sending back to James Holden and all the good people of the Belt. We're in the refugee camp opened by the governor of Arequipa, and today I want to introduce you to a woman whose causa has been turning heads and filling bellies for, it seems like, everyone in the city.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prax watched, fascinated. And when it was over, another video feed, this one from Shanghai, where an old man in a yarmulke interviewed a musical band of ethnic Han boys about their music and then watched them in an alleyway with mud-colored clouds churning above them. Prax couldn't look away.\n\nA soft knock came at the door. Brice leaned in. \"I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No no no, it's fine. I'm transferring them now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prax grabbed Karvonides' data reports—none of them edit-locked now—and shifted them into the open partition. \"You should be able to access all of them now.\"\n\n\"Thank you, sir,\" Brice said. And then, \"Are you all right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm fine,\" Prax said, wiping his eyes again. \"Carry on.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She closed the door. Two hours had gotten away from him somehow, and he was going to have to hurry in order to get all the samples pulled before lunch.\n\nWe could save lives. One message.\n\nPrax shut down the dead woman's partition, put it under administrative lock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There wasn't time to think about anything more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had work to do. In order to catch up, he ran the samples during his lunch hour, grabbing a few mouthfuls of rice and mushroom before the management team meeting. Afterward, it was time to go and retrieve Mei and Natalia from school, but he sent a message to one of the other parents in his parenting coop. The girls could go play with the other kids until Djuna got home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stayed, checking in with Brice and Khana." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing that everyone who needed access to the datasets could get to them.\n\nEverything felt weirdly dreamlike and light. As if he was watching someone else doing it. In his office, he rechecked the day's sample run." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How much dissolved CO2 in the water, how much nitrogen, calcium, manganese." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The plants were doing well, but until the stats were all fed through, he wouldn't know what he was looking at. That was fine.\n\nHe resisted the urge to reopen Karvonides' partition. To find the other feeds Holden had made or inspired. It was a bad idea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead, he waited, worked, watched through the glass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only Brice remained, and her workstation was down a long and curving hallway. He closed his terminal, clocked out, went to the men's room, and waited. Washed his hands. Waited. Then casually stepped out to the main floor, swinging by one of the gang stations, opening a terminal with a guest account, accessing the datasets and protocols that Supervisor Praxidike Meng had carelessly put in the open partition without permissions set." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The screen showed a pale blue logo, the flag of Ganymede." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sent copies to Samuel Jabari and Ingrid Dineyahze on Earth and Gorman Le on Luna. The only message was PLEASE CONFIRM THESE RESULTS.\n\nThen he shut down the terminal and made his way out to the common corridors. Everything seemed brighter than it should have been." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't tell if he was tired or restless. Or both." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stopped at a noodle stand between the tube station and home. No-Roof for him and Djuna. Fried tofu for the girls. And—a luxury—rice wine. And a round ceramic container with green tea ice cream for dessert." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he got home, Natalia was whining about having to drill her times tables and Mei had shut herself in her room to trade messages with her friends from school and watch entertainment feeds of boys three or four years older than her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Other nights, he would have insisted that they all come to the table for dinner, but he didn't want to disturb anything.\n\nHe served the noodles into recyclable ceramic bowls with a pattern of sparrows and twigs on them, brought one to Natalia at her desk, another to Mei sprawled out on her bed. She was so big these days. Soon, she'd be bigger than his shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His little girl, who no one had expected to live, and look at her now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he kissed the crown of her head, she looked up at him quizzically. He nodded her toward her screen of soulful-looking young men.\n\nHe and Djuna sat at the table together, almost like they were dating again. He looked at her: the curve of her cheek, the little scar on her left knuckle, the gentle fold of her collarbone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like he was saving it for some coming day when she wouldn't be there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or else when he wouldn't.\n\nThe rice wine bit at his mouth. Maybe it always felt like that—chill and warming at the same time—and he just didn't usually notice. Djuna told him about her day, the office politics and palace intrigues of biofilms, and he took in her words like they were music." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just before he cleared their dishes and broke out the ice cream, she reached across the table and took his hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you all right?\" she said. \"You're acting strange.\"\n\n\"I'm fine,\" he said.\n\n\"Bad day at work?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, I don't think so,\" he said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately one sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think maybe it was very good.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"James Holden has just declared piracy legal,\" Avasarala said from Luna, then paused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her eyebrows were high on her forehead, and she nodded a little. Like she was encouraging a not very bright child to understand her. \"He took in a pirated ship. From a pirate. And then thanked her for his cut of the fucking booty and waved as she burned away. And you, the Butcher of Anderson Station, grand Whatever-the-Fuck of the OPA? You sat there with your cock in your hand and let him do it. I mean, I understand Holden is Holden, but I let you put your hands on Ceres because I thought you at least were a fucking grown-up.\"\n\nShe leaned back from her camera, shaking her head, and cracked a pistachio." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought better of you, Johnson,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I really did. My life has become a single, ongoing revelation that I haven't been cynical enough.\"\n\nAt this point, he was pretty clear she was talking for the comfort of hearing her own voice. He checked the feed data. Ten more minutes. She might get to something important in the course of it, so he let it play as he walked through the bedroom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her sharp consonants and scratching vowels made a kind of background music while he dug his evening medications out of his bedside table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Five pills and a glass of water. The pills were chalky and bitter on his tongue, and even after they were washed down his throat, he suffered their aftertaste.\n\nWorking twenty-hour days was a younger man's gig. He could still rise to the occasion, but there had been a time his determination against the universe would have felt like a fair fight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anger alone would have carried him forward, and maybe the scourge of fatigue would have made him feel he was expiating his sins." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now he was surviving on coffee and blood pressure meds and trying to keep the system from falling any further apart. It seemed less romantic.\n\n\"It looks like Richards has almost whipped what's left of the Martian parliament into order,\" Avasarala said, \"so hopefully we can get something from her. Just an assurance she won't come piss all over our strategy so it smells more like her would be enough. Souther's pushing for Rhea or Pallas, depending on whether we want to shore up the allies we already have, half-assed as they may be, or deny Inaros a manufacturing base. Admiral Stacey's pushing back against any of it for fear of stretching our ships out too thin.\"\n\nBoth strategies were mistakes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd need to make the case for that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She pressed her fingers to her forehead. A short, percussive sigh. For a moment, she seemed smaller. Vulnerable. It was a strange look for her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We've had two more rocks. One of them had the stealth coating on it, but we caught it. This time. I've got the deep arrays sifting through all their data looking for more. But it costs so little to push something into an intersecting orbit, Inaros could have done hundreds of these. Spaced them out over months. Years. A century from now, we could see something loop in from out of the ecliptic with a note on it that says, 'Fuck you very much from the Free Navy.' My grandchildren's grandchildren will be cleaning this same shit up.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hopefully. If we win,\" Fred said to the screen. Not that the recording could hear him. He moved to the bathroom, and the display shifted to follow him.\n\nThe best thing about the governor's quarters was the shower." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wide as a rainstorm, and the whole floor a grated drain that worked even at a third of a g. Fred stripped and washed the sweat and grime of the day off his skin while Avasarala went over the latest intelligence about the state of affairs on the colony planets (no hard data, but things were probably bad), the reports on the ships that had gone missing passing through the gates (several theories and hope that the flight records from Medina would help if they ever became available), and the situation on Earth (the expected second wave of deaths from collapsed food, sanitation, and medical infrastructure was starting to appear)." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After he dried off, Fred pulled on a fresh shirt, clean trousers. Thick, soft socks. The small pleasures of life. Avasarala kept delivering her report, diving into unneeded details and side comments as if she were lonely and didn't want to face the emptiness and quiet of her own rooms on Luna. But even she couldn't last forever." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll expect to hear from you,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And I'm fucking serious about this. Don't let Holden. Make. Any. More. Laws.\"\n\nFred sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and let his head sink into his hands. He'd been awake for over thirty hours now, and was looking down the barrel of another shift. Negotiating with the unions, adjusting decades-old contracts to fit the new situation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Moving Belters out of their holes, shutting down great swaths of the station to conserve the supplies they had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Part of his mind kept treating it like an emergency. A wound that had to be stanched until help could arrive. Three, four times a shift, he'd remember that there wasn't help. That the choices he made today might stay in place for years. Forever." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The temptation to lie back, put his head to the pillow, and let his gritty, tired eyes close was as powerful as hunger and sex had been four decades back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The weight of the idea as much as exhaustion pulled him down. It was stupid for anyone, much less a man his age, to be pushing that hard, and the governor's bed was soft and inviting, the sheets clean and crisp. But if he did, his eyes would open the moment his head touched the pillow. Restlessness would twist him, knotting the sheets around his legs until he gave up, two or three wasted hours later." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One more shift, and he'd be spent enough to let the pills work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd fall into the blackness behind his eyes, consciousness blinking blissfully out. But not yet.\n\nHis first lover—Diane Redstone, her name was—had a phrase for moments like this. Nice woods, she'd say, and then get up out of their bed and go to work. He hadn't understood where the saying came from until years after they parted for the last time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now that he did, he couldn't help harboring an irrational dislike of Robert Frost." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pulled up his hand terminal, considered himself through its tiny eyes, and pressed Record.\n\n\"Message received. I'll do what I can to keep our mutual acquaintance in line. But I'd also point out that he's a resource we'd be foolish to squander. Neither of us is in a position to do some things that Holden and his people can. Speaking of which, I'm including a salvage manifest for the Minsky. It's a big ship, and well supplied. It's within my power as acting governor of Ceres to claim emergency powers and seize property for the common good. That's not Holden's law, that's just law. I'll be sending it and a third of its cargo back down to Earth, and the August Marchant and Bethany Thomas as escort. There's enough in there to keep a midsized city alive. Just a drop in the bucket, I know, but that's how buckets get filled.\"\n\nHe tried to think of anything else he should say, and couldn't decide if there was too much or not enough. Either way, it could wait." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He reviewed the message, encrypted and queued it, and then levered himself up off the bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There'd be time to sleep later.\n\nHis security detail met him outside his door and followed him to the carts in the main corridor. His was sheathed in bulletproof glass. Sitting in it made him feel like he'd put his head in a fishbowl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But until he was certain that Inaros didn't have more people mixed in among the millions of legitimate citizens, he was stuck with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And since he'd never be certain, he figured he might as well get used to it. They lurched out into the corridor—one security cart going before him and another behind, leaving enough room that a bomb would have a hard time taking out all three at once. The logic of the battlefield. And everything was a battlefield now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The citizens of Ceres made way for them, standing against the corridor walls and staring as they passed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred felt like he should genuflect to them. Or wave. Anderson Dawes—his old friend and enemy—had run this station for years. He couldn't imagine the man putting up with this. But Ceres had been a different place then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The governor's palace was close to the docks, out near the skin of the station where the spin gravity was greatest and the Coriolis least." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Rocinante had its own berth in the same dock as the Minsky, and when Fred's cart pulled to a stop by the loading dock, James Holden was already there.\n\n\"I was wondering if you were going to come over,\" Holden said as Fred pulled himself out of the cart. \"Because I couldn't help noticing that someone shot at us.\"\n\n\"Really? And here, I thought they shot at the pirates.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden closed his mouth, his face turning a little darker." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But then he shrugged. \"Okay, that's a fair point, but it was still a dick move.\"\n\n\"It wasn't my people,\" Fred said, moving toward the Rocinante's airlock. Holden took the hint and fell in step beside him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I guessed that from the way that not every other ship in the fleet followed suit. And thank you for that, by the way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're welcome,\" Fred said as they passed into the ship's cargo hold. Amos Burton—wide-shouldered and friendly—stopped the mech he was driving and let them pass through with a nod. Fred had never met the infamous Clarissa Mao in person, but the girl who ducked away from the lift and into the machine shop was unmistakable. Wasn't the strangest alliance he'd seen, but it was close." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred waited until Holden was on the lift too and then set the controls for the crew deck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they were out of earshot, Fred continued. \"There's something I need to discuss with you.\"\n\n\"Is it about how someone shot at us, because I'm still kind of stuck on that.\"\n\n\"I've got a team on it. We know it was Free Navy sympathizers, and we know which supply dump they raided to get the munitions, and no, that's not why I came.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you going to arrest me for aiding a pirate?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred chuckled. \"It had crossed my mind, but no.\"\n\n\"Bobbie? Because I'm not sure this whole ambassador thing is working out for her.\"\n\n\"Not that either. You know I've been working on a summit. High-level meeting with the branches of the OPA that haven't declared for the Free Navy.\"\n\n\"The pajama party.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred winced. \"I wish you wouldn't call it that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sorry. I just like the visual. Your very serious meeting of OPA leaders.\"\n\nThe lift stopped at the crew deck. Fred got off, turning toward Holden's cabin. Their footsteps on the decking sounded louder than Fred remembered, but it was probably just that the full crew wasn't there any longer to provide the background noises of human life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No conversations, no music, no laughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or maybe it was only that it seemed that way to Fred.\n\n\"They won't come to Ceres.\" Fred sighed. \"Not with the fleet here.\"\n\n\"I can't recommend sending the fleet away, though.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, that would be bad. We've agreed on Tycho Station, but only with the provision that no UN or MCRN ships come.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden paused at his cabin door. His brow was furrowed. It made him look younger than he was. \"We're going to my cabin because I have that whiskey you like, aren't we?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We are,\" Fred said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden considered for a moment, shrugged, and led the way in. The captain's cabin was larger than the others on the corvette, but felt smaller by having many of Naomi Nagata's possessions in the space too. Holden opened a locker and pulled a flask and two bulbs out, filling them as he spoke.\n\n\"What are the chances of pulling together a meeting like this and not having Marco find out about it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Poor,\" Fred said, taking the bulb Holden held out to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But that's going to be true no matter what we try to organize. The OPA's not an intelligence service. Everything out here runs on gossip and personal relationships.\"\n\n\"Unlike intelligence services?\" Holden said, and Fred laughed.\n\n\"All right, it's a little like an intelligence service. My point is, yes, the information will leak, if not in detail, at least in broad strokes. Trying to keep it secret would be an exercise in frustration. And counterproductive, really. If we're tiptoeing around the Free Navy, it makes it seem like we're afraid of them. It strengthens my hand if these people see me coming in unafraid. Not foolhardy, but not intimidated.\"\n\n\"Like on a gunship,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But not one that works for Earth or Mars. Maybe an independent that's done some work with the OPA on and off. One that Marco has already tried to blow up a couple times and failed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The whiskey really was very good. Rich and complex, with the aromatics of an oak cask and a pleasant bite. He handed the bulb back over to Holden and shook his head when the captain offered him a second shot. Holden emptied his own bulb, thought for a moment, refilled it, and emptied it again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know,\" Holden said, putting bulbs and bottle back in his locker, \"Inaros is going to disrupt this meeting.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's why I'm not sending you messages through the comm system. I don't know how much has been compromised, and I'm a strong believer in the security of the air gap. But the truth is, as much as we'll keep the details away from him, I'm hoping he'll try. There's nothing like attacking in anger to leave you exposed. And if he turns toward us, it gives Pa some breathing room.\"\n\n\"I thought you were against joining forces with her.\"\n\n\"I am. It was a bad move, and I expect we'll pay for it. But since we've done it, we should do the hell out of it. Better to be decisive and wrong than to let them see us wobble.\"\n\nHolden leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. Scowling. Fred waited." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How does this end?\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We keep trying to draw him into making a mistake. He keeps doing the same to us. Whoever screws up last loses. Whoever screws up second to last wins. That's what war is.\"\n\n\"Not sure I was asking about the war,\" Holden said.\n\n\"No? What then?\"\n\n\"You always said you were looking for a place at the table. How do we win the peace? How does that end?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred was quiet for a long time, a sense of mourning blooming in his chest, thick and aching." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Honestly, then? I don't know how it ends. I don't even know if it ends. I dedicated my life to this fight. First one side, and then the other. But now, I look at it? What's happened with the gates. What's happened to Earth. I don't recognize this anymore. I keep doing what I can because I don't know what else to do.\"\n\nHolden took a deep breath and let it out through his teeth. \"When should we be ready to go?\"\n\n\"I told Drummer I'd be wrapping things up here for two weeks. I'd like to leave four days from now. While any of Marco's people who find out about it are still putting together their plans. Make them move before they're ready.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right,\" Holden said. \"We'll take you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll have my people report whenever you need them. I'll see myself out,\" Fred said with a nod, and headed for the lift.\n\nOn the way back down, he closed his eyes and let the thin vibration of the mechanism rattle up through the soles of his feet, up his aching spine, to the crown of his head. There was still so much that needed doing before he left Ceres. He still had to meet with the crew of the Minsky, but he'd promised to consult with Avasarala's solicitor general before he did, so that he didn't accidentally obligate Earth to anything by saying the wrong phrase." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he wanted patrol rotations set for at least a month, so that his unexpected absence wouldn't throw anything off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And he wanted sleep.\n\nAs he stepped out the airlock again, his hand terminal chirped. A new message had arrived from Earth. From Avasarala. He paused in the wide air of the docks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The roar of the air recyclers and the clang of the loading mechs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smell of lubricant and dust. His security detail was already moving toward him, ready to usher him back into his fishbowl. He waved them back and started the message.\n\nAvasarala was in a corridor, shuffling briskly in the lunar microgravity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked as tired as he did, but she had a thin, amused smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd never known anyone in his life who could be so cheerfully disappointed in humanity.\n\n\"I've run your list past my relief coordinator,\" she said—what would it be? Eight minutes ago? Ten? He used to be able to calculate light delay in his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It didn't quite bring him to orgasm, but I think he may want to take you out for drinks when you're in town. Be careful with him. He's got busy hands.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone off screen interrupted. Avasarala's eyes flickered away from the camera and she shook her head. \"Does he want me to wipe his ass for him too? His job is to make decisions, not ask me what decisions he ought to make.\" A curt, deferential voice said yes, ma'am or something like it, and she started walking again." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around four sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The night before the Pella left Pallas Station, Rosenfeld hosted a dinner for Marco and the other captains. The hall had been a vast open space designed as a construction compartment, but changed now into a kind of null-g throne room. A soft, chiming music played like flowing water with a melody. Serving platforms bristled with ceramic bulbs brightly colored as oil on water and filled with wine and water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Long ribbons of red and gold shifted in the breeze of the recyclers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Great lengths of gold fibered paper fluttered and bellied against the walls between the hand- and footholds. The crew of the Pella and the staff of Rosenfeld's Pallas authority mixed, Free Navy uniforms standing out sharp and martial against the casual civilian clothes of the locals. Young men and women in flowing robes of crimson and blue floated through the air slowly enough to deliver tapas of bean-and-grain cake, curried shrimp fresh from the tanks, and garlic sausage with real meat stuffed in the skins.\n\nNo element of the design suggested a consensus up or down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No concession had been made to the architecture of Earth and Mars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The combination of a traditional Belter aesthetic with lushness and luxury left Filip a little intoxicated even before he started drinking.\n\n\"I don't know what you could mean by purification,\" his father said through laughter, \"if not 'getting rid of the impure parts.'\"\n\nRosenfeld's answering chuckle was dry. After weeks traveling with the man, Filip still wasn't certain he could read his expressions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're saying you planned for this?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Anticipated. A change in the system of the greater world always risks having people lose perspective. Get drunk on possibility. Pa rode the wave in; now she thinks she can command the tides. I didn't know she would break, but I was ready if she did.\"\n\nRosenfeld nodded. Across the great echoing chamber, two women sang together a few bars of a song that Filip knew, and then dissolved into hilarity. He looked across the open air, hoping that one of them might be looking back. That a girl would be watching him floating in conference with the great minds of the Free Navy. No one was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When his father went on, his voice was lower." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still conversational, still friendly, but charged. \"I had plans in place for anyone that broke. Pa, Sanjrani, Dawes. You. When I make my next strike, everyone will see how weak she is. Her support will burn off faster than breathing.\"\n\n\"You're sure,\" Rosenfeld said, making the words a statement and a question at the same time. He drank from his bulb, coughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip watched his father waiting for the pebble-skinned man to finish his thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rosenfeld sighed, nodded. Filip felt some deeper meaning swim just below his understanding, leaving him bobbing in its wake. \"It's only that she's been feeding people. The laity find that sort of thing endearing, sí no?\"\n\n\"Anyone can buy votes with free ganga,\" Filip said.\n\nRosenfeld turned his head then, like he was noticing Filip for the first time. \"True, true.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Johnson and his cobbled-up fleet,\" Marco said, \"have been squatting on Ceres with their eyes wide. Can't move forward without exposing themselves. Can't move back and leave Ceres to us again. They're trapped. Just the way we said they'd be.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"True,\" Rosenfeld said, and left True, but ...hanging in the air. All the criticisms trailed behind it like the ribbons in the breeze. True, but it's been a long time since we left Ceres, and it's left us looking weak ... True, but one of your generals broke away and you haven't brought her to heel ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "True, but Fred Johnson is issuing orders from the governor's mansion at Ceres, and you aren't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip felt every point like a blow to the gut, but because they were unspoken, he couldn't answer them. Neither could his father. Rosenfeld took another drink, accepted a stick of vat-grown meat from a passing server, and steadied his drift with one hand as he ate. His expression was mild, but his gaze stayed locked on Marco." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Waiting until the perfect moment is the mark of a great strategist,\" Marco said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"For now, the outer planets are ours to pass through freely. Mars and Earth and Luna—even Ceres. They're hiding behind their walls while we move through the wide plains of the vacuum, masters of the void. The more they realize they don't matter, the more desperate they'll become. All we have to do is watch for the opportunity that's coming.\"\n\n\"Fred Johnson,\" Rosenfeld said. \"He's already reached out to Carlos Walker and Liang Goodfortune. Aimee Ostman.\"\n\n\"Let them talk with him,\" Marco said, an edge coming into his voice for the first time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let them see how little he's become. I know his patterns, and I know what you're saying.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not saying anything, coyo,\" Rosenfeld said. \"Except maybe we've been drinking too much.\"\n\n\"I told you before that Johnson would be off the board, and he will be. We didn't take him at Tycho, and we'll take him somewhere else. He is my white whale, and I will hunt him to the end of time.\"\n\nRosenfeld looked down at his bulb, his body hunching a degree in submission." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip had felt his father's victory like it was his own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Didn't finish reading that book, did you?\" Rosenfeld asked mildly.\n\nMarco called the ships the three wolves. The Pella, of course, was the leader of the pack, with the Koto and the Shinsakuto placed in slow orbit to support her. Moving the ships into position was the hard part." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco's trade hadn't included true stealth ships." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The nearest they had were regular gunships with a coating of the stolen radar-eating paint layered over the skin, and without being designed for it and for holding waste heat, the Martian tech was less effective.\n\nBut the Belt had always had smugglers, pirates, and thieves. There were ways to hide, even in the abyss. Running without transponders was only one of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd left Pallas with a hard burn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hours of being pressed into the crash couches, juice burning in their veins and still driven to the edge of consciousness. And then, the coast. With no drive plume to show where they were, the Pella and her fellow hunters were hardly more than warm rocks, making a traverse of the vastness between Ceres on the inner Belt and Tycho Station in its own deeper orbit. The Koto risked a braking burn to plant itself alongside a charted asteroid, using the mass of stone and ice to hide it and explain the ladar ping responses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pella and the Shinsakuto stayed on the float, their orbits matching the widespread detritus of the asteroid belt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No broadcasts. The only communications were tightbeam. They off-gassed a little to cool the outer hull and complicate its thermal signature. The emptiness itself was their friend. Even in the most crowded corners of the Belt, where the asteroids were thickest, it would have taken a telescope to see the nearest neighbors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pella was a warm sliver of metal and ceramic in trillions of square kilometers—less than a thumbnail clipping in an ocean." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even if Ceres saw them—and over the long weeks of their silent hunt, it might—they would be indistinguishable from a thousand other unlicensed prospectors, smuggling ships, and homesteading Belter families. Johnson and his inner planet allies would need to know where to look to find them. And even if they found one, two more waited.\n\nFred Johnson's desperate meeting to sweep up the shards of the OPA was still weeks away, but Marco put them in and flying dark long before Fred would need to leave the safety of Ceres." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Men have patterns, he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Fred Johnson's were misdirection followed by overwhelming force. Their sources said that the fleet would remain pinned at Ceres. With overwhelming force no longer an option, all that remained was misdirection. And so they floated, their passive sensor arrays pointed at Ceres and Tycho like a too-clever child watching a street magician's other hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Fred Johnson went to make his plea to the ragged stragglers of the OPA still willing to listen, Marco said, he would know." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And when Johnson's prospective allies saw him die ...\n\nWell, they had lost Michio Pa. But Marco could replace her a hundred times over. Strength pulled people as surely as gravity. More, sometimes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco would wait for hours every day, strapped into his crash couch as if a hard burn could come at any second, his eyes flickering over sensor data, and still end his shifts energized and laughing, excited." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Joyful. Filip didn't have his father's raw endurance. For the first several days, he could equal Marco's focus and sense of imminent violence, and even then by the time he went to the gym, to the galley, to his cabin, the brightness in his chest had started to change to something more like anxiety. Or rage. Only he didn't know what he was anxious about or who he was so angry with.\n\nWhen the Minsky came to Ceres, the Connaught at its side, Filip had been sure that the moment had arrived." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pa was there, the consolidated fleet watching her inch toward them like a cat hauling a dead mouse home as a love gift." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip felt it in his blood—the coming violence. The grand and gaudy proof that the Free Navy was stronger than its enemies. He hadn't been the only one either. It was like all the crew of the Pella—Josie and Karal and Bastien and Jún—everyone had taken a breath at the same time, steeled themselves for the burn and the battle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone but Marco." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd stayed just the same, watching the datafeeds from his crash couch on the command deck. The attack from Ceres, the Rocinante's defense of the Connaught. All of it seemed to wash over Marco like it was nothing. He captured images of the ship transfer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he recorded his denouncement of Pa and revealed her as a stooge of the inners, he seemed to wake up for a moment, but only while the recording was going on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As soon as the camera shut off, he seemed to fall back into himself. Filip took comfort that this wasn't the same torpor and indifference that had haunted the Pella after leaving Ceres the first time. Marco watched like a predator in cover, the Pella drifting in its orbit around the distant sun like it was locked to Ceres Station.\n\nSeveral days after the Connaught's departure, Filip dreamed of Earth—only it wasn't Earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a massive spaceship, layer upon layer of scaffold, reaching down forever." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A great fire burned at its core, and Filip was lost in it, trying to find something. Something precious that he'd had and lost or else that had been hidden from him. Also, he was being chased. Sought by something so that he switched from being hunter to prey and back to hunter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the dream, he was floating down a long corridor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Purely ballistic. The handholds and footholds skated by on all sides, just beyond his reach. There was a strong smell—mineral and heat. The exposed iron core of the Earth. Its burning heart. And there was something at the end of the passage. Something waiting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His mother and an army of the dead who he'd killed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rapping of their bone fingers on the deck was a threat and a promise. Filip woke with a shout, grabbing at the straps of his crash couch like they were trying to strangle him.\n\nThen the rapping of fingers came again, and the door of his cabin slipped open. Karal floated in the corridor, his eyes an image of concern. And maybe excitement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hoy, Filipito,\" he said. \"Bist bien?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine,\" Filip said. What time was it? He felt like he'd woken in the middle of a cycle, but he couldn't be sure. He'd been sleeping so much lately, it was easy for him to lose track. So long as there was nothing to do but wait, it hardly mattered how the hours passed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But sleeping too long was much like sleeping too little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It left him confused and tired.\n\n\"Marco wants you. Command deck, yeah?\"\n\nFilip nodded with his left hand while he unstrapped with his right. \"Con que?\" he said. \"Something happened?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Karal's look of concern eroded into a bestial grin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dui,\" he said. \"But let Marco show you, yeah?\"\n\nPulling himself along the lift tube, Filip's heart tapped against his chest. The sense of the dream wasn't quite gone, bleeding into the solid ship under his hands. Excitement and dread wore each other's clothes, spoke in the same voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he reached the command deck, the lighting was set for battle, and the crash couches were crewed: Sárta strapping herself down, Wings already in place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bastien's voice echoed from the cockpit, and the anticipation of thrust made Filip think it was above them. The words were clipped and terse. The air seemed cleaner, as if Filip could see everything for the first time.\n\nMarco reached out and spun his own couch on its gimbals to face him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The light from the screen threw shadows across his father's eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip saluted, and Marco spread his hands.\n\n\"The hour has now arrived, Filip,\" Marco said. \"All of our patience and sacrifice have brought us here to this one, perfect moment.\" Times like this, he sounded almost like an Earther." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip nodded, his heart beating faster." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't know whether to keep looking at Marco or if it would be all right to turn to the screens. Marco laughed, and pulled Filip close. He gestured to the tactical readout. A dot of light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he looked outside the ship, on float with merely human eyes or through the cameras that took in the same spectrum, the star field would have overwhelmed the glimmer from the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even Ceres would have been little more than a bit of darkness where the starlight was blotted out. On the screen, the critical light was brighter, its path sketched in. Filip glanced at Marco for permission, received it in a nod, and then drew back the scale until the full arc of the little ship's pathway was clear.\n\nA single ship, burning hard from Ceres to Tycho." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fred Johnson,\" Filip said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"More than that,\" Marco said, and the calm in his voice made him sound almost drugged by pleasure. \"Look at the drive signature.\"\n\nFilip did, blinked. His breath went shallow and tight. It matched the Rocinante. James Holden's ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His betrayer of a mother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The clean, clear center of everything he hated, everything they had to overcome. And here it was, delivered to them like a present.\n\n\"I've been tracking them. They've left the effective protection range of Ceres. They're alone in the void, except for us.\" Marco's smile was beatific, but the expression in his dark eyes changed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead of being lost in the gratification of the moment, he was looking at Filip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "More than looking at him. Seeing him. Seeing into him.\n\n\"Karal,\" Marco said. Half strapped into his couch, the big man paused. Marco shifted a degree." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Need you in engineering. Damage control, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Karal shrugged, unstrapped. Marco looked back at Filip, then pointed to the crash couch with his chin. It's your station. Take it. As Karal launched down the lift tube, feet vanishing last, Filip pulled himself into the crash couch. Weapons controls filled the screen. Torpedoes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "PDCs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sword of the Pella was in his hands.\n\nThe warning Klaxon seemed to come from a great distance. The Pella, preparing after weeks sleeping on the float. The needle stung when it went into his vein, and the cold, bright flow of military-grade juice lit him from within like he was fire itself, consuming everything he touched." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two new dots appeared on tactical." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "New stars in the star-sown blackness, both marked as friendlies. The Koto and the Shinsakuto leaping from their cover, and announcing their attack. The Pella jumped up around Filip, grabbing his crash couch and all the others on the command deck. The gimbals hissed in unison as Bastien brought them around, couches snapping to face the new up and follow it, whichever way the maneuvering thrusters demanded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rumble of the drive passed through the ship, through Filip's bones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crash couch gel flowed up the sides of his body. As if he was watching someone else do it, he keyed in firing solutions. One gunship against three. The Rocinante couldn't help but die." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They saw us, them!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bastien shouted. \"We're getting painted!\"\n\n\"Filip,\" Marco said.\n\n\"Sa sa,\" Filip said. With a motion, he trained the PDCs toward the distant flicker that was the enemy, ready to chew down any incoming torpedoes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pella jumped forward again, the hard burn jumping harder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip let his arms sink down to his sides, fingers on the built-in controls. He fought to inhale. Five gs. Six, and the acceleration was still going up. The wolves were loose now. The pack running." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His vision narrowed, shadows crowding his peripherals like the dead from his dream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had the weird sensation that she was in the room. Naomi Nagata. But that was only an accident of sleep and high-g blood flow. The crash couch chimed, a fresh infusion of juice brightening him. His lips were growing numb and tingling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't lift his head from the couch any longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like he was becoming the ship. Or it was becoming him.\n\nHe heard his father trying to speak, but the acceleration was affecting him too. The Pella groaned, the superstructure settling and flexing under the acceleration." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Confirm I've got four more fast-movers,\" Alex said, his voice tense and calm at the same time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Got them,\" Bobbie said, her jaw aching with the acceleration gravity. The gunner's control identified the new torpedoes, adding them to the six already on her scopes. Three ships converging on them from different angles were identified as the Pella, the Shinsakuto, and the Koto. Marco Inaros' personal ship and two gunships for backup, and nothing for the Roci to hide behind but her drive plume." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The enemies were a long way off still—millions of klicks—and none on initial vectors that did them any favors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Roci had already gotten past them. They were like a kid on a football pitch, running the ball with three opposing players sprinting to catch up. Except if the opposing players had guns.\n\nWhen the Roci hit the mathematical balance point of velocity, mass, and distance that defined the halfway point, there would be some hard choices to make." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Either they'd flip and start braking toward Tycho or commit to letting the chase go on indefinitely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If they let the Free Navy spook them out into the empty spaces between bases and stations, the chase turned into an ugly kind of attrition battle. Who ran out of ammunition or reaction mass first. Given how the outer system looked these days, it would make more sense to brake toward Tycho and hope that backup from the station could reach them before the Free Navy pounded them into scrap metal and blood.\n\nHer job and Alex's were to make sure they lived long enough to have that problem." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tracked the torpedoes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With any luck, they'd all be standard issue. They didn't show the jittering path of point defense countermeasures yet. When they got in effective range, the Roci would start chewing them to pieces, streams of tiny tungsten rounds ripping the torpedoes to nothing. If there were only six, she'd have been confident they could do it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ten at once was a little more complicated, but as long as they didn't all hit at the same time, she was pretty sure they wouldn't be overwhelmed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden's voice in her ear sounded anxious. \"How long before we can start shooting back?\"\n\n\"Fast-movers will be in effective PDC range in sixty-eight minutes,\" she said. \"Do we have any response from Ceres? Because if they could throw a few spare long-range torpedoes at these sonsofbitches, it wouldn't hurt my feelings.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred Johnson's voice answered, calm and businesslike." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm working on that now.\"\n\n\"Our new friends are closing,\" Alex said. \"We may have to get a little less comfortable.\"\n\n\"Understood,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Rocinante was already under a three-g burn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie felt it in her joints and eyes. The crappy juice dribbling into her veins gave her a distant, cloudy sort of headache and a taste like formaldehyde in her mouth. Below her, the rest of the crew—Holden's and Johnson's both—were strapped in for battle. She could hear Sandra Ip's voice bleeding out from Alex's headset, talking on a private channel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi was talking to someone too, her voice rising from the deck below." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The anxiety and fear in her gut were as familiar as a favorite song. The logic of tactics and violence spread out on the screens, and she found she could see things in them like reading the future. If Ceres fired a barrage of missiles or long-range torpedoes, she knew the Shinsakuto would peel off to stop them. She saw how Alex would curve the Roci's path to force a few extra seconds between the Free Navy's incoming torpedoes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The vectors of the enemy ships whispered things in the back of her mind about recklessness and aggression." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And she knew that there were other people on each of the incoming ships whose minds were making the same analysis, reaching the same conclusions. Seeing something she didn't or missing a detail that she picked up. All it took was one critical mistake, and they'd be dead or captured. One oversight from the enemy, and they'd get away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And along with it all—the shitty juice, the battle fear, the desperate effort of keeping her mind clear while all the blood tried to pool at the back of her skull—there was something else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A warmth. A sense of being where she belonged. Her team was counting on her, and her life depended on all of them doing their jobs with efficiency and professionalism and an unhesitating competence.\n\nWhen she died, she wanted it to be like this. Not in a hospital bed like her grandmother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not in a sad little hole on Mars with a gun in her mouth or a gut full of pills like the failures of veterans' outreach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wanted to win, to protect her tribe and wipe the enemy into a paste of blood and dismay. But failing that, she wanted to die trying. A snippet of something she'd once read popped in her head: Facing fearful odds protecting the bones of her fathers and the temples of her gods. Yeah. Like that.\n\n\"Shit,\" Alex said. \"I've got six more. We're up to sixteen fast- movers.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've got 'em,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why are they spacing them out like that?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"The Shinsakuto's getting ready to flip and burn,\" Bobbie said. \"I'm guessing Fred talked Ceres into helping.\"\n\n\"I did indeed,\" Fred said. \"Just got confirmation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If our PDCs are going to have a chance chewing these fuckers up, I've got to punch it,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everyone in your couches?\" Holden said. There was a chorus of response. No one said no. \"Do what you need to do, Alex.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked over at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pilot's and gunner's stations were the only ones in the cockpit. It was designed that way because if systems started failing, they could shout to each other. They had to be able to coordinate, because from now to the end of the battle, no one else mattered. Every other life on the ship was about to become cargo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You good for this, Gunny?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's kill these assholes,\" she said.\n\nThe Rocinante jumped forward, hitting her in the back like an assault. Her arms slammed into the gel, her fingers against the control barely able to move. The images on the screen went fuzzy, her eyes deforming past her ability to refocus them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tensed her legs and arms, pushing the blood back to her core." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The couch chimed and a fresh blast of cheap juice hit her bloodstream. Her gasps sounded like someone choking. Eight gs, maybe? Maybe more. It had been too fucking long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An endless time passed, and then a chime told her the first round of torpedoes were in PDC range, and her targeting solution kicked in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex bent the Roci's path, forced the attackers to shift. Gave her an extra fraction of a second between them. The PDCs lit up, going gold on her display as they fired. The deep chattering tapped through the deck with each one like she was playing music." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four torpedoes flamed out at once, but the other six danced away from the streams of metal, then spiraled closer to the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex banked hard, catching one with the edge of the drive plume, making the other five maneuver. She caught four. The fifth shifted, evaded, streaked close—\n\nAlex tried to yell, but it came out as little more than a high squeak. The ship turned the extra three degrees to bring another PDC arc into play, and the enemy torpedo died, falling behind them in bright shards and melting in their plume." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A message appeared on her screen from Alex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "TAKE IT TO THEM?\n\nThe two ships were bearing down on the Roci, pushing hard to narrow the distance. She didn't know if that was bold or foolhardy. Probably they didn't either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ships full of Belters weren't known for loving high-g burns, but this was war." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You took the risks you had to take. But the third ship had peeled off. And two points, her old sergeant used to say, defined an opportunity. Those bad guys were awfully close to each other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "DONNE, she typed back, and didn't bother fixing the error." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She routed the five torpedoes between the Pella and the Koto in a starburst. The Free Navy ships were firing PDCs at the Rocinante now, the rounds coming like ropes of pearls on the screen. Alex maneuvered around them easily. Range was too far still for close-quarters battle tactics to apply, but maybe the Belters didn't know that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or just meant it as an insult." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She watched the curving arcs of PDC fire shift to find her torpedoes as they burned for the abstract line between the two ships. Two of hers died. Three. Four. But the fifth curved into the space between the Koto and the Pella where their tracking software would recognize that the PDC fire that would stop the torpedo would also riddle the friendly on the other side. The two ships lurched apart, and the Koto dropped a torpedo that took out Bobbie's attacker just a few seconds before impact." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The maneuver had bought them a few moments, but at the cost of one-quarter of their total torpedo stores." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't a game she could afford to keep playing when the ante was so high. But by then she'd put in her next firing solution and passed it to Alex.\n\nTo his credit, he didn't question her. In a single instant, the gravity vanished, the Roci's Epstein dropped to zero." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her couch slammed to the side, the hard spin of the maneuvering thrusters whipped them around." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The custom-built keel-mounted rail gun made the ship jump as it fired. It was the one weapon the Roci had that wasn't standard for a Martian corvette. The rotation continued until they were back on their old course, and then ten gs slammed her back into her couch as the Epstein drive kicked back on and the counterthrusters killed the spin.\n\nA high-speed three-sixty with a precision-timed rail gun shot halfway through the spin wasn't exactly standard combat tactics for Martian frigates, but she thought her old combat-tactics instructors would have approved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sudden crushing weight of thrust brought a wave of nausea, and her heart stuttered in a confusion of fluid dynamics and pressure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She must have blacked out for a moment, because she didn't see the Koto hit. Only the glowing plume of superheated gas expanding behind it where it had dropped core. Even pressed into the crash couch, she managed a smile. She waited to see if the Pella would break off, go to the aid of her fallen comrade." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie fed a new firing solution, passed it to Alex, and they tried again. A weightless, spinning moment, the kick of the rail gun, and slammed back into the couch like an assault. The Pella knew now. At the vast distances between them, even the fraction of a second that it took to spin the Rocinante around was enough for the enemy to anticipate them and dodge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She threw two more torpedoes at the Pella, but they were shot down well before they could do damage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Pella launched another round of torpedoes, but without the Shinsakuto and the Koto to box them in, Bobbie wasn't worried. The complexities of the battle looked to be over. Now it became longer and simpler and worse. Something in her trachea slid where it wasn't meant to be and she forced out a cough, her head spinning a little when she did." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was how they'd end now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A long, desperate race to see who ran out of PDC rounds or torpedoes first. Who had allies near enough to complicate the situation. But before any of that, there was the braking threshold. The point of no return at which they wouldn't have enough reaction mass left to match the thrust they'd already pumped into their vector." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd be trapped in a desperately long orbit, at the mercy of whoever came for them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was her hard deadline.\n\nFighting to move her fingers against the built-in controls, she sent a message to Holden: DISTRACT THEM.\n\nA moment later, a reply arrived: ? ? ?\n\nDISTRACT THEM." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie waited for the inevitable calls for clarification, but was pleasantly surprised when instead the comm array went active." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A tightbeam. To the Pella. She saw the connection accepted. Good. She tried to count down from five, but got lost somewhere around three. She breathed through gritted, aching teeth, and re-sent the firing solution." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Float, spin, fire, and slam back into the couch, spine shrieking and mind fluttering on the edge of blackness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It hadn't done any good. The Pella had dodged again.\n\nThere had to be a way. She couldn't let the enemy run them out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She couldn't let her team down again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There had to be a way. They could fire a fraction of a second earlier ... but the keel mount meant the Roci could only fire straight ahead. A tear pressed out of her eyes, slamming to the gel beside her ear like a stone. Were they still at eight gs?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked at the firing solution through blurred eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There had to be something. Some other way to draw a straight line between two points.\n\nShe could try again, but the Pella would dodge the way it had before. The rail gun could only draw perfectly straight lines, and now that the Pella knew what their spin meant, its computers would be very good at predicting the slug's flight path and adjusting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something. Something there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tiny, shining limn of an idea. The Pella would dodge the way it had before.\n\nSo how did it dodge before?\n\nHer wrist creaked as she pulled the battle record up, moving back second by second." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Twice the Pella had dodged the rail gun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Both times by firing all her port maneuvering thrusters—sidestepping—and then correcting on the starboard. It kept her pointing the same direction, not veering away. But if it was a habit ...\n\nShe fed the firing solution in again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The moment of sickening spin, the bang of the rail gun, the crack of the couch taking her in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the Pella did it again. It dodged the same way. It was a pattern, and patterns were gaps in the armor. She could fit a knife in there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The formaldehyde taste in her mouth was heavy and chemical." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were out of PDC range, but that was only convention. PDC rounds didn't magically evaporate or slow down. Every tungsten slug that hadn't hit its target in battle was still out there in the black somewhere, speeding on as fast as the moment it had left the barrel. It was only the overwhelming vastness of space that kept every ship out there from being holed at random." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This wasn't fucking random, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her fingers ached. Her head ached. She didn't care. She pulled up the speeds of everything she had—PDC rounds at so many meters per second. Torpedoes started slower, but followed a sharp acceleration curve. Rail-gun rounds ... she rechecked the number. Okay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rail gun rounds went really fast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a puzzle. It was only a puzzle. There was an answer, and she could find it. There would be one chance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She keyed in the new firing solution, everything tied together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You are mine, you piece of shit. You are mine now.\n\nShe passed it over.\n\nThe Rocinante shuddered, the vibration of the PDCs made more violent by the high-g burn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On her screen, it looked like a cloud of gold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thousands of rounds spinning out to kill torpedoes that weren't there. Too imprecise to hit the Pella at this range, and not in the right place anyway. It looked like a misfire. A malfunction. It looked like nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then the torpedoes launched." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three of them, spitting toward the Pella in tight curves. The obvious danger. Shards of white showing internal strain, vector, guiding themselves toward their target and accelerating toward the Pella's port side. The Pella's PDCs opened up, spraying toward the incoming, evasion-drunk torpedoes. For long, terrible minutes, the pieces of her puzzle moved into place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't going to work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were going to see it. As clear as it was to her, they had to be able to see it too.\n\nThe torpedoes sped in, driving toward the Pella's flank and the withering fire of her PDCs. The Pella dropped three torpedoes of her own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie's golden cloud of PDC rounds was almost in position." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex killed the engine as he had before. Spun them. The rail gun fired in the split second it came to bear on the Pella, the spine of the ship creaking. Before Bobbie could see what had happened, the Roci completed her arc, her drive returning as it had before. And the Pella—flagship of the Free Navy and private gunship of Marco Inaros—dodged the rail gun round just as it had before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just as it had before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By sidestepping away from the torpedo battle to its port.\n\nAnd into the path of the oncoming cloud of PDC rounds.\n\nThere was no way to know how many hit, but the Pella veered off course, its main drive still firing full out even as it turned almost orthogonally to the direction of the Rocinante. Alex eased off, and a mere three-g acceleration felt like being light as a balloon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie checked the stores and noted she'd already fired half her torpedoes, so she fired half of what was left, sending five more after the Pella, one after the other streaming toward the wounded ship's drive cone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Pella had lost at least one thruster on her starboard and struggled to bring PDCs to bear.\n\nAnd then it got hard to see what happened, because the enemy drive plume was pointing straight at them, the Pella retreating up out of the ecliptic and toward the uncaring stars. Alex cut the drive, leaving them on the float. The back of Bobbie's head was wet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Either she'd been sweating or the tears pulled from her eyes had pooled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or her skin split and she was in her own blood. No matter what, it felt great.\n\nAlex was staring at her, his eyes wide, shaking his head. Slowly a grin pulled at his lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He started chuckling, and then she did too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her ribs hurt. Her throat hurt. When she tried to move her left arm, the elbow protested like it had been dislocated and shoved roughly back into place.\n\n\"Holy shit,\" Alex said. \"I mean just holy fucking shit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That was great!\" Alex whooped, and punched the air. \"We did it! We kicked their butts!\"\n\n\"We did,\" Bobbie said, closing her eyes and heaving a deep, slow breath. Her sternum popped like a firecracker, and she started laughing again." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Holden left the Earth Navy, he'd had a dishonorable discharge on his record and a sense of relief and righteous anger stiffening his spine. He'd thought at the time that the greatest irony of his newly fallen position in life was that, while his career options were now substantially narrowed and his status in the world dimmed, he felt freer. Looking back at it now, that freedom only earned second place after the subliminal, barely expressed relief that he wouldn't see any more ship-to-ship fighting.\n\nSince the Rocinante had become his home, he'd tracked down pirates for the OPA." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Battled over Io. The slow zone. Ilus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he'd sucked it up and stayed in the service, he'd have been a thousand times safer. It wasn't something that had occurred to him before. In all the previous battles, he'd been in charge. Working for so many years with a skeleton crew of only four made frantic action the norm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Between his crew and Fred Johnson's now, every station had someone in it, and a backup ready to step in besides." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even with the high burn pressing him into the couch so hard he could barely breathe, there was a deeper urge to do something. To take control of some corner of the action. To have an effect.\n\nThe truth of the matter was that anything he did now would get in someone else's way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Watching the tactical map and trying not to pass out were literally all he could usefully manage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even calling Ceres for help had been someone else's job. And Fred, in the couch at the far side of the command deck, had done it better than he could have. When a power exchange blew out and switched to the fallback, Amos or Clarissa had flagged it for repair before he could remember how to pull up the damage control schedule. Mfume and Steinberg were at stations amidships, Lombaugh and Droga down in engineering, two teams of pilot and gunner ready to take over if the Free Navy cleaved the cockpit off the ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So he watched the Shinsakuto falling away to intercept the long-range torpedoes from Ceres and then shifted to the Koto and the Pella—Marco Inaros' ship—as they raced up at them from below like sharks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi was in the next couch over, breathing in ragged gasps. He wanted to talk to her, to ask if she was okay, to offer her some sort of comfort. He tried to imagine her response. Something that meant, I appreciate that you care, but the time to talk through my emotional well-being isn't during a firefight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was just another way that he could try to control something." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Make something better. Anything. She was less than a meter from him, and a million klicks away.\n\nWhen the drive cut out and the ship spun hard, he knew they were dead. Then thrust slammed him back into his couch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a few seconds he'd wondered whether it had actually happened, or if he was starting to hallucinate, but then he saw the Koto falling away beneath them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even then it took a few seconds to understand what had happened, just in time for it to happen again. He heard Naomi cry out as the impact of the couch hit them all again.\n\nHe wanted to shout up to Bobbie that she had to stop it. That there were people in the ship—some of them Belters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And anyway no one had grown up in gravity hard enough that they could shrug off eight-g impacts all day, crap-ass third-rate juice or not." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he couldn't even do that, because if she was doing it, she probably was right to. The best he could do was hate it and endure.\n\nAll of which was why, when something finally did arrive that he could do, he was practically giddy with relief.\n\nDISTRACT THEM." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stared at the words with blurry, aching eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Who was Bobbie asking him to distract? The crew? The enemy? He forced his fingers to the controls, managing ? ?? only with some effort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The answer came back just the same. DISTRACT THEM." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden stared at the words. As much as he wanted to help, there really wasn't much he could do that the ship wasn't already doing. The ECM package was spraying radio chatter at the pursuing ship, doing its best to blind the enemy torpedoes. The comm laser was throwing as much high-frequency light into the Pella's sensors as it could pump out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As far as distractions went, the Roci was already doing her best." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He forced another painful breath.\n\nOn the other hand, what else was he doing? And thinking about the comm laser gave him an idea.\n\nHe grabbed the comm control and put in a tightbeam-connection request to the Pella." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe they'd think he was asking for their surrender." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or offering his. Intellectually, he knew there had to be some anxiety in him. This was Marco Inaros. The man who'd killed the Earth. Who'd tried to capture Naomi and kill him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But between the ache of the burn and his juice-regulated heartbeat, he didn't feel it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tightbeam picked up carrier, paused while it negotiated wavelength and data protocol, and then the connection was accepted, and Holden was looking up into the eyes of Marco Inaros. He'd seen pictures of the man. Watched the videos of his press releases. He knew the face as well as he might any third-rate celebrity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thrust had pulled back Marco's hair, stretched his skin, pushed his cheeks back and in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It made him look younger than he was. Holden hoped it was doing the same for him.\n\nHe hadn't assumed that the Pella would brake enough to make conversation possible. Whatever he was going to do, he'd thought it would be in text." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But now that they were facing each other, he thought this might be enough." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The monitor was only about sixty centimeters from Holden. Marco's would be about the same. It created the illusion that they were close to each other. He could see the little flaw in Marco's hairline where it curved back at the right temple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The blood vessels in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It felt intimate. Almost embarrassing. And, motionless as they were, there was also an uncanny feeling, like looking into the mirror and seeing someone else looking back. Here was a man who'd taken on the fate of humanity like it was a part-time job, right here in front of him. Close enough to touch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was hard to be certain what emotions were actually in Marco's expression and what Holden only imagined." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A defiant sneer. Then confusion. Maybe they were there; maybe they were only what he expected to see. He was certain, though, that a malicious gleam came into the man's eyes at the end. The effort of working his controls showed in Marco's face, and Holden expected a message to come through." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A taunt, an accusation. He was wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco clicked away, and a new face appeared. Younger. Darker. As crushed by the acceleration, but unmistakable. Filip Inaros. The boy didn't look at Holden, didn't seem aware of him. Holden, it seemed, wasn't showing on his monitor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco was only giving Holden a moment to look at the boy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't know what he was supposed to see there. Maybe it was a vulgar masculine boast. She may be with you now, but I fucked her first. That seemed about Inaros' level." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe it was to show that the son hated them as much as the father." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But where looking at Marco had felt awkward, seeing Filip was actually fascinating. Holden couldn't help searching for traces of Naomi in the younger, masculine face. The epicanthic fold at the corner of his eyes. The angle of his cheeks and the shape of his lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The way he moved reminded Holden of Naomi struggling under a burden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What struck him most was how young the boy looked. At that age, Holden hadn't left Earth yet. Had still been waking up at the ranch in Montana, having breakfast with his many parents before going out to mend fences and check the turbines at the wind farm. Thinking of the Navy because Brenda Kaufmann had broken up with him, and he was sure he'd never get over her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were mistakes you made because you were young." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone made some of them.\n\nThrust cut out. Holden's couch snapped to the side again, bucked as the rail gun fired, and slammed back into him. On his screen, the boy's eyes widened as his couch swiveled. Something loud happened on the Pella. Someone shouted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The high whine of a medical alert." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tightbeam dropped as the thrust gravity on the Roci dropped back. Still more than usual, but after that long pushing at eight gs, his body's response was profound and visceral. Naomi's moan was half pain, half relief. People were shouting in his ear: delight and exaltation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His mouth tasted like blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His elbow ached as he reached for the monitor, switching to tactical without the in-couch control. Alex's voice, muffled like they were both underwater, reached him. That was great. We did it. We kicked their butts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pella was burning away, still under high thrust, but racing away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A wave of the Rocinante's torpedoes raced after them. Without thinking, he disarmed them.\n\nHis fingers hesitated above the screen, his mind falling apart and coming back together and falling apart again the way it did at the end of a long burn. The blood reperfusing through his brain carried strange, fleeting sensations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His left leg cold and wet, like he was standing in a river." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smell of burning hair. A sense of unfocused moral outrage that flickered and went out as suddenly as it had come. He pressed his hands to his eyes and coughed. Pain shot down his spine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His ears rang. Tinnitus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No, not tinnitus.\n\n\"Jim.\"\n\nHe wrenched himself around, fighting against the unnatural weight of his body. Naomi was struggling in her couch, futilely trying to rise in the heavy g. Her face was ashen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His half-functioning brain leaped to panic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was hurt. Something's wrong. This is my fault.\n\n\"What?\" he said, his voice rough and phlegmy. \"What happened?\"\n\nBobbie came down from the cockpit, muscles straining on the ladder rungs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi looked from him to her and back again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was pointing at something, gasping to get words out.\n\n\"Fred,\" Naomi said. \"He's having a stroke.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Holden said, but Bobbie had already surged forward, undoing the straps and half lifting Fred out of his couch. At their current acceleration, the old man had to weigh over two hundred kilos." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie nearly collapsed but stayed on her feet, her arms wrapped around his upper body, trying to pull him free of the restraints." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden staggered to the lift and shouted up. \"Alex! Cut thrust. Put us at a third of a g.\"\n\n\"Hostiles are still—\"\n\n\"If they shoot at us, do something clever. We've got an emergency.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The gravity let go again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden's spine lengthened. His knees felt like they were swelling. Bobbie, now carrying Fred in her arms, was on the lift, dropping toward the medical bay. Fred looked tiny cradled against her, his eyes closed. Holden told himself that the old man's arm draped around Bobbie's shoulder was clinging to her. Had strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't know if it was true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A cacophony of voices shouted in his ear. Everyone asking what had happened. What was going on.\n\n\"Steinberg!\" he barked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're on weapons. Patel, take the comms.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he pulled off his headset. The lift was coming back up for them, the gentle hum barely audible in the noises of the ship, and the only thing he had ears for. He willed it to go faster.\n\nNaomi put a hand on his shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's going to be okay.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Really?\"\n\nNaomi shrugged helplessly. \"I don't know.\"\n\nThe lift came. They loaded on, descending for the crew deck. If the Pella got itself back under control, it could loop around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The fight could start again at any second, catching them away from their crash couches." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden knew they should be burning hard, rushing toward Tycho as fast as they could. He walked through the tight, military corridor, into the medical bay. It felt like he was in a different ship. Everything was just where it always was, but it seemed new. Fresh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Foreign." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred lay on the table, stripped to the waist. The autodoc was strapped to his arm, needles inserted into the veins. He looked weirdly vulnerable, as if he'd physically shrunk between the time he'd gotten into the crash couch and now. Bobbie stood over him, arms crossed, glowering like an angel out of the Old Testament." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the scary kind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The kind that kept you out of paradise and killed armies in a single night. She didn't look up as they came in.\n\n\"How bad is it?\" Holden asked.\n\nSomehow Bobbie made her shrug an expression of rage. \"He's dead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't know how Amos and Clarissa got the duty of preparing the body, but whatever the mechanism, it turned out to be a good fit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos stripped him, and Clarissa cleaned Fred's skin with a damp cloth. Holden didn't need to be there for it. Didn't have to watch. Except that he did." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They didn't talk. Didn't make jokes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clarissa swabbed Fred's body with a calm, businesslike intimacy. Compassionate and unsentimental. Amos helped when Fred needed to be moved and dressed in a fresh uniform and when she needed to slide the body bag under him. It took a little less than an hour from start to finish. Holden didn't know if that seemed like too long or not long enough." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clarissa hummed something as she worked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A soft melody he didn't recognize, but one that didn't seem to rest in either a major key or a minor one. Her thin, pale face and Amos' thickness seemed perfectly matched. When the bag was sealed, Amos hefted it. Easy to do. They were still barely above a third of a g." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clarissa nodded to Holden as they passed out of the medical bay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her skin was bruised at the back of her neck and all along the arms where the blood had pooled during the burn. \"We'll take care of him,\" she said.\n\n\"He was important,\" Holden replied, and wasn't ashamed at the catch in his voice.\n\nSomething like sorrow or amusement flickered in Clarissa's eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've spent a lot of time with the dead. He'll be okay now. You go take care of the ones that lived through it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos smiled amiably and carried the bag out. \"You need to get drunk or in a fistfight later, just let me know.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Holden said. \"All right.\"\n\nAfter they left, he stood beside the empty medical table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd been on it more than once. Naomi had. Alex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos. Amos had regrown most of a hand in this room. That death had come randomly—stupidly—seemed obscene even though it was mundane enough. People stroked out. Fred was older than he'd once been." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was dealing with high blood pressure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been going without sleep, pushing himself. The juice they had was lousy. It had been a long battle and a hard burn. All of it was true." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of it made sense." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And none of it did.\n\nThe others were still at their stations, but the word had gotten out by now. He was going to have to face them at some point. He didn't know what he'd say to Fred's crew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm so sorry, but after that?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He brushed his hand on the mattress, listened to the hiss of skin against plastic. It felt colder than he'd expected. It took him a second to realize it was the dampness from Clarissa's cloth evaporating. He recognized Naomi by her footsteps." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you remember when it came out he was working with the OPA?\" Holden asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I do.\"\n\n\"It was the only thing on any of the newsfeeds for ... I don't know. A week. Everyone saying he was a traitor and a disgrace. Talking about whether there should be an investigation. Whether he could still be brought up on charges even though he'd resigned years before.\"\n\n\"What I heard was more equivocal,\" Naomi said. She came into the room, leaned against one of the other tables." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pulled her hair down over her eyes like a veil as she spoke, then scowled and brushed it back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The people I knew assumed he was a mole. Earthers trying to Trojan horse their way into our organization.\"\n\n\"Was it still your organization back then?\"\n\n\"Yeah. It was.\"\n\nHe turned, pulled himself up to sit on the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The autodoc, sensing his weight, pulled up the start screen, glowed hopefully for a few seconds, and turned back off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I just can't remember a time when Fred Johnson wasn't someone important. It's just ...\"\n\nNaomi sighed. He looked at her. The lines on her face that hadn't been there when he'd met her. The way the line of her jaw had changed. She was beautiful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was mortal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't want to think about it.\n\n\"Every faction of the OPA Fred could bully or beg or cajole into coming together is waiting for us at Tycho,\" Holden said. \"And we're going to have to tell them Marco won.\"\n\n\"He didn't win,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll have to tell them we were ambushed and Fred died, but Marco totally didn't win.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi smiled. Laughed. It was strange how it made the darkness better. Not less dark. Just better, even though it still was what it was. \"Well, all right, when you put it that way. Look, worst-case scenario is we don't get them on our side. I'm not saying it wouldn't be great to have more of the Belt on our side. But if we don't have them to work with, we don't. We can still win.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Only the war,\" he said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not the part that matters.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with 4 sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gorman Le blinked, rubbed his entirely-too-green eyes, and waited for her to respond.\n\n\"And you don't know where it came from?\" Avasarala said.\n\n\"Well, Ganymede,\" he said. \"The transmission records are clear. It definitely came from Ganymede.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But we don't know who on Ganymede.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" he said, nodding to mean yes, she was right. Fucking confusing way to express himself.\n\nThe meeting room was a smaller one in Nectaris facility. The lights were cold, the walls a brushed ceramic that hadn't been fashionable in thirty years." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was on a physically separate environmental system, so the air didn't have the recently rebreathed smell that most of Luna suffered these days." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If the gunpowder stink of lunar fines was there, she'd gotten so used to it that she couldn't tell.\n\nGorman Le sat hunched forward like a schoolboy, a glass of water forgotten in his hand. He was wearing the same suit he'd had on yesterday and the day before. She was starting to think he kept it in a closet and threw it on whenever he had to talk with her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Weariness radiated from him like he was a medic on the last hour of a four-day shift, but there was something else in him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something she hadn't seen recently. Excitement, maybe. Hope.\n\nThat was bad. Lately, hope was a poison.\n\n\"So the report schema or whatever the hell you call it could be real,\" she said. \"Or it could be the Free Navy trying to fuck with us. Or it could be ... what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nutritional yeast with advanced radioplasts. We've been looking at how the protomolecule was able to grow based on some kinds of ionizing radiation?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rise of inflection at the end made it a question, as if he were asking her permission instead of debriefing her. \"Nonionizing too, but that's really easy. Light's nonionizing radiation, and plants have been harvesting that since forever. But—\"\n\nAvasarala raised her hand, palm out. Le's mouth kept moving for a few seconds, part of him still speaking while the rest was reined in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I care deeply about all the fine details,\" she said, \"only actually, I don't. Sum it up.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If the numbers are right, we could feed maybe half a million more people on this base right now. The first runs we did looked really good. But if it's something that doesn't scale and the farms crash, we could lose days cleaning it back out.\"\n\n\"And then people starve.\"\n\nGorman nodded some more. Maybe he didn't mean anything by it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Resetting would definitely mean missing some production goals.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She leaned forward, plucked the glass from his hand, and looked into his eyes. \"Then people starve. We're grown-ups here. You should be able to say it.\"\n\n\"Then people starve.\"\n\nShe nodded and leaned back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The terrible thing was that her back felt better." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd been at one-tenth of a g for so long, she was getting used to it. When she went back down the well, she'd have to reacclimatize. When. Not if. Gorman was looking at her, his jaw set, his nostrils flared like a panicky horse. She had to restrain herself from patting his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted some fucking pistachios." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's your doctorate in?\" she asked.\n\n\"Um. Structural biochemistry?\"\n\n\"Do you know what mine's in?\"\n\nHe shook his head for a change." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not structural biochemistry,\" she said gently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know anything about whether this magic yeast recipe is bullshit or not. So if you can't tell, I'm less than fucking useless. So what are we here for?\"\n\n\"I don't know what to do.\" He looked young. He looked lost.\n\nThe impulse to snap at him fought with the impulse to hug him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She closed her eyes, and damn it but they felt good closed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This morning, it had been a coordination meeting with the Lagrange stations talking about refugee loads, then security and resources talking about policing guidelines for the people still coming up the well. Over lunch, reports of an armed uprising in what was left of Sevastopol—people panicking as food and water ran low. It was all bleeding together in her mind, one long, ongoing, weary sense of urgency.\n\nShe wanted to be angry with Le, but either she understood his frozen panic too well or else she just didn't have the energy anymore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is it a good bet?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think so,\" he said, almost at once. \"The data looks—\"\n\n\"Then implement it. If it doesn't work, you can blame me.\"\n\n\"That's not what I was ... I mean ... If a larger scale production run works here, we should really look at sending this down the well.\" Down to Earth. Where they were even hungrier." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She opened her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something in them made Gorman look away.\n\n\"Yes, ma'am. I'll see that it's done.\"\n\nShe rose. The meeting was over. Only when she was out the door and shuffling across the yellow-gray paving toward her cart did she think about giving Le some kind of encouragement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A pat on the shoulder. A gentle word." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd backed him down out of habit, not because he needed to be brought into line. She used to be better at this.\n\nAs the cart lurched forward, she pulled up a connection to Said. He appeared in a half-sized window that left room for her calendar and notes, almost too small to make out more than his V-shaped face and high, curly hair floating above a collarless blue shirt. \"Ma'am?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where do we stand?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have a report from Admiral Pycior on the Enceladus situation waiting for review.\"\n\n\"Is it going to say anything besides 'The Free Navy fucked off before we got there and now we have more people we need to feed,' or do I already have the gist of it?\"\n\n\"That's the gist. There were some casualties on our side. The Edward Carr is also going to need extensive repairs.\"\n\nShe nodded. Another fucking battle like trying to grab water in her fist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cart turned, dipped into an access tunnel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two security guards saluted as she passed. The cart turned down another ramp, slotted itself into the highspeed toward the government and administration centers at Aldrin, and turned again so that she could look back down the throat of the passageway. Gray walls with white archways retreating back and up. The air like an eternal exhalation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The architecture seemed small in context." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Insignificant against the tremendous scope of Luna and Earth. She clung to it like a lifeline. \"Reports from Ceres are that the Rocinante was ambushed, but escaped. It's on course toward Tycho Station.\"\n\n\"Small favors,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You also have a personal meeting on the schedule, ma'am.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Personal meeting? For a long moment, she couldn't remember what it was, but as the highspeed line lurched, pulled her cart in, and began its acceleration run, she remembered that Ashanti had been asking to see her. Somehow, her daughter had wheedled Said into putting her on the calendar.\n\n\"Cancel that,\" Avasarala said.\n\n\"Are you certain, ma'am?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't want to spend half an hour listening to a girl whose diapers I changed lecture me about taking care of myself. Tell her I'm tired and napping.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, ma'am.\"\n\n\"Do you have something you want to say, Mr. Said?\"\n\nSaid coughed. \"She's your daughter, ma'am.\"\n\nAvasarala smiled. It was the first time Said had pushed back at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe there was hope for the little fucker yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine. Give her the first dinner slot that's still open.\"\n\n\"That's three days.\"\n\n\"Three days, then,\" Avasarala said. The highspeed stopped accelerating, leaving her rocketing through the evacuated tunnel at however many hundreds of kilometers per hour it went." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Enough to take her halfway across the face of the moon in half an hour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A body in motion remained in motion. It was a metaphor as much as anything. Stay in motion, because once she rested, she didn't know how she would bring herself to ever start again.\n\nShe couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd meditated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It used to be that when things were bad at work, she spent more time sitting, not less." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Listening to her own breath rattle through the complex spaces at the back of her nose, being with her body in a deep and connected way that let all the shit settle. If she'd been keeping up, she'd have remembered to encourage Gorman Le, for instance. She hated to guess how many other little fuckups she'd passed by without even noticing.\n\nThe highspeed tunnel curved, pushing her gently against the cart's door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She told herself that between the war and the recovery, there was just too much to do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was accurate as far as it went, but she'd spent too many years becoming familiar with her own mind to entirely ignore the fact that she was bullshitting herself. Meditation was there so that she could be with herself, experience what it meant to be Chrisjen Avasarala more deeply. And since she was fairly certain Chrisjen Avasarala was a bag of sorrow and glass right now, fuck that. Meditating deeply so that she could really, clearly experience being angry and lonesome and hurt and horror-struck never seemed as good as a strong gin and tonic and another hour of work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could be a basket case later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When things were under control.\n\nThe highspeed had just started slowing down when her hand terminal chimed. Said looked contrite, but not so much that he'd left her alone.\n\n\"Priority message for you from the Rocinante, ma'am.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The fuck does Johnson want now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not from Colonel Johnson. Captain Holden sent it.\"\n\nShe hesitated. In his window, Said waited. \"Send it to me,\" she said.\n\nSaid nodded as she closed his window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She threw the readout to the cart's screen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whatever was going on, she wanted to be able to see it without squinting. The message appeared, flagged with red. As soon as she opened it, she knew. Death was on Holden's face as clearly as if it had been written there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he spoke, his voice was careful and controlled. Hospital tones. Funeral." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He laid out what had happened briefly, not giving any details she didn't need. The Pella had led the attack. They'd managed to fend off the Free Navy. Fred Johnson was dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then, as if Holden were having a stroke of his own, he stared for a long moment into the camera." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Into her eyes, without seeing her.\n\n\"All the OPA groups Fred called together at Tycho are waiting there. We're on course and starting our deceleration burn. But I'm not sure if we should still be going there or if there's someone you want to send. Or how long they'll wait. I don't know what to do next.\"\n\nHe shook his head. He looked young. Holden always looked young, but usually it was young and impulsive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lost expression around his eyes was new." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it was even there. Maybe she was only seeing it because she felt it in her own heart, her own belly.\n\nThe message ended. The terminal prompted her for a response, but she only sat with it in her hand as the highspeed came to a halt, the cart pouring itself into more familiar corridors. She looked at her hands, and they seemed to belong to some other woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tried sobbing, but it seemed forced and inauthentic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "More like playacting than grief. If she'd been in control of the cart, she might have let it drift into the wall or down any random corridor, all unaware. But it knew where to go, and she didn't think to take it to manual.\n\nFred Johnson. Butcher of Anderson Station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hero of the UN Navy and traitorous voice of the OPA." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd known him in person and by reputation for decades. He'd been her enemy and opposite and occasional untrusted ally. The part of her that was still thinking noticed how odd it was—how implausible—that his death should be the drop that made her cup overflow. She'd lost her world. Her home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her husband." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If she'd kept any of those, maybe this wouldn't have destroyed her.\n\nHer sternum ached. Actually ached. Like there was a physical bruise there, and not only emotion left too long pressing at her flesh. She probed it with her fingertips, tracing the boundaries of the pain like a child fascinated by a dying insect." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't notice the cart had stopped until Said opened the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ma'am?\" he said.\n\nShe stood. The lunar gravity seemed less like a force of nature and more like a suggestion. As if she could rise against it through simple force of will or the beating of her heart. She noticed Said again, noticed that she'd forgotten he was there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked distressed in an officious, too-pretty way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please cancel everything,\" she said. \"I'll be in my rooms.\"\n\n\"Do you need anything, ma'am? Should I get a doctor?\"\n\nShe frowned at him, the muscles in her cheeks seeming to exist at a distance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was piloting her body like it was a mech with failing controls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What would that help?\"\n\nIn her rooms, she sat on the divan, her hands cupped in her lap, palms up. Like she was holding something. The air recycler's fan had a little noise to it, resonant and unsteady." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wind passing over a bottle's mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mindless, idiot music. She wondered if she'd ever noticed it before, and then forgot it. Her mind was empty. She wondered if there was something coming. Some overwhelming flood that would carry her away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or if this was simply who she was now. An empty woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She ignored the knock at her door. Whoever they were, they'd go away. Only they didn't. Her door slid a few centimeters open. And then a few more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She thought it would be Said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or one of the admirals. Some functionary of governance come, like Gorman Le, to ask her to carry the weight of loss and uncertainty for them. It wasn't.\n\nKiki wasn't a little girl anymore. Her granddaughter was a woman in her own right, though a young one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her skin was deep brown like her father's, but she had Ashanti's eyes and nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A glimmer of Arjun in the color of her eyes. As much as Avasarala tried to hide it, Kiki wasn't her favorite granddaughter. The girl always had an air of observing judgment that made being with her difficult. Kiki cleared her throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a long moment, they looked at each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What are you doing here?\" Avasarala asked. She'd meant it to drive the girl away, but it didn't. Kiki came in and closed the door behind her.\n\n\"Mother's hurt that you rescheduled us again,\" Kiki said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avasarala twitched her hands, fingers splayed, palms up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Exasperation without the energy behind it. \"Did she send you to lecture me?\"\n\n\"No,\" Kiki said.\n\n\"What, then?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was worried about you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Avasarala snorted in derision. \"Why would you worry about me? I'm the most powerful person in the system right now.\"\n\n\"That's why I'm worried about you.\"\n\nThat's not your fucking job floated at the back of her throat, but she couldn't say it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ache in Avasarala's sternum sank deeper, pressing in past bone and cartilage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her vision went blurry, tears sheeting across her eyes with too little weight to pull them down. Kiki stood by the doorway, her face expressionless. A schoolgirl before her principal, waiting to be scolded. Without speaking she shuffled forward in the scant gravity, sat at Avasarala's side, and lowered her head to her grandmother's lap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mother loves you,\" Kiki said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She just doesn't know how to say it.\"\n\n\"It was never her job to,\" Avasarala said, her fingers smoothing her granddaughter's hair the way they had her daughter's once when they'd all been younger. Some other time before the world had shattered under them all. \"Love was always your grandfather's work. I loved\"—her breath caught—\"I loved him very much.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He was a good man,\" Kiki said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" she said, running her fingertips through the girl's hair. Tracing the paler line of her scalp.\n\nMinutes passed. Kiki shifted a little, but only a little. Grandmother and granddaughter were quiet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The tears in Avasarala's eyes weren't thick. Didn't fall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she blinked them away, none rose to take their place. She considered the curve of Kiki's ear the way she once had Ashanti's, when her daughter had been a little girl. And Charnapal, when he'd been a child. Before he'd died.\n\n\"I do the best I can,\" Avasarala said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It isn't enough.\"\n\n\"I know.\"\n\nA weird peace seemed to flow over her. Into her. For a moment, it was as if Arjun were there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As if he'd spoken some perfect bloom of a poem to her instead of only her least favorite granddaughter bearing witness to her failures." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone had their beauty and their way of expressing it. It was only hard for her to love Kiki because they were so much like each other. Exactly alike, if she were being honest. That made loving her too much dangerous sometimes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She knew what being herself had cost her, and so seeing herself in Kiki made her so very afraid for the girl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Avasarala heaved a great sigh, plucked at the girl's shoulder.\n\n\"Go tell your mother I had something fall through, and we should eat together. Tell Said too.\"\n\n\"He was the one that let me in,\" Kiki said, sitting up.\n\n\"He's a fucking busybody and he should stop putting his fingers in my shit,\" Avasarala said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But this one time, I'm glad he did.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So you won't punish him?\"\n\n\"Fucking right, I'll punish him,\" she said. Then, almost to her surprise, she kissed Kiki's smooth, unlined forehead. \"It's just this time I won't mean it. Go now. I have something I need to do.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Pella limped along at a third of a g. After so long on the float, Filip felt even that in his knees and spine. Or maybe it was only that he was still bruised by the god-awful forces of the battle now behind them.\n\nThe battle they'd lost.\n\nHe stood in the galley, a bowl of Martian-designed rice noodles and mushrooms in his hand, and looked for a place to sit, but the benches were all filled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Koto had taken it worse than the Pella—a rail gun round holing the reactor and cracking the hull from stem to stern." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most of the ships Filip had lived on would have died in that same second, but the Martian Navy had built with battle in mind. In a slice of a second so thin you could see through it, the Koto had registered the hit and dropped core, leaving the crew trapped and helpless, with only the battery backups to keep them alive.\n\nThe Shinsakuto had been driven away from them, hounded and harassed by fighting ships and torpedoes from the consolidated fleet and Ceres. If the Rocinante had finished its job on the Pella, the crew of the Koto would still be out there on the float." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or maybe they'd be dead by now, the air recyclers finally failing and leaving them all to gasp and choke and claw each other in their death panic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead, they were all on the Pella, hot-bunking with the usual crew, taking up space on the galley and pointedly not making eye contact with Filip as he looked for his place among them.\n\nHis own crew was there too. Men and women he'd been shipping with since before it all began. Aaman. Miral. Wings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Karal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Josie. They were looking away as much as the others. Only about half of them were wearing their Free Navy uniforms. Koto and Pella both had dropped back to the simple functional clothes that any crew might wear, and some of the ones still in uniform had rolled up their sleeves or left their collars open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip felt his own uniform, crisp and fresh and done to the neck, and for the first time he felt a little foolish in it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like a kid dressed in his father's clothes as a costume.\n\nThe murmur of conversation was a wall that excluded him. He hesitated. He could just take the bowl back to his quarters. It wasn't really that they were keeping him apart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was only that they were so crowded now, and stung from having lost a fight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took a step toward the corridor, intending to go. Meaning to. And then stopping and looking back in case there was some slot, some corner of bench, that he'd overlooked. Some place for him.\n\nHe caught Miral's eye." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The older man nodded, and—Filip thought with a sigh—shifted to open a little room beside him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip didn't run there like a little boy, but he went quickly, worried that the gap might close again before he reached it.\n\nKaral was sitting across from Miral, and all of them sandwiched by unfamiliar bodies. A woman with dark skin and a scar across her upper lip. A thin man with a tattoo on his neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An older woman—white, close-cropped hair and a crooked, unfriendly smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Karal was the only one of them to acknowledge Filip, and that only with a grunt and a nod.\n\nWhen the older woman spoke, it seemed like she was picking up the thread of a conversation that had been going on before Filip had taken his seat, but with a studied casualness of someone with an agenda. \"Con mis coyo on the Shinsakuto, the Ceres fleet's there forever. Earth away from Earth.\"\n\n\"Forever's a long time,\" Miral said, considering the table like he was reading it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can think we know what a year, two years, three years down looks like, aber that's only shit and guessing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can't see the future,\" the woman said. \"Can see what's there now, though, que no?\"\n\nFilip took a mouthful of too-salty noodles. He'd waited too long to start eating, and they were more than halfway to paste." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The older woman grinned like she'd won a point, leaned in, put her elbows on the table so the split-circle tattoo of the OPA on her wrist showed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost like she was displaying it.\n\n\"All I'm saying is maybe time we start winning something, yeah? Ceres. Enceladus. Seems like las sola cocks we kick anymore are Michio Pa's, and not so much hers even.\"\n\n\"We beat Earth,\" Filip said. He'd meant it to seem like an offhand comment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something thrown into the conversation almost at random." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead, he sounded shrill and defensive, even to himself. The words lay there on the table like something broken past fixing. The older woman's smile was thin and nasty. Or maybe he only thought it was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One way or the other, she leaned back, took her elbows off the table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she stood, when she walked away, it was with the air of having made her point, whatever it had been.\n\nKaral coughed, shook his head. \"No te preoccupes, Filipito,\" he said.\n\n\"Why would I worry?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip asked around another bite of the noodles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Karal made a circling motion with his hand. All this and everyone. \"After a fight it's the story about the fight, yeah?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Filip said. \"Bist bien. I understand.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miral and Karal glanced at each other, and he pretended not to notice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The other crew from the Koto kept their silences to themselves. \"Hoy, coyo,\" Miral said, touching Filip's shoulder. \"Finish that and come help me with some repair work, yeah? Still tracking down some ganga between the hulls.\"\n\nFilip pushed the bowl away with his fingertips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is done already,\" he said. \"Let's go, us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The strike that had crippled the Pella hadn't been one thing, but a tight cluster of PDC rounds. If they'd hit straight on, it would have been better. The top of the ship above the cockpit and command deck was angled and reinforced against exactly that kind of impact. Maybe it would have peeled back a section of the hull and made a hell of a bang, but kept the guts of the ship safe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The way it had happened—the rounds raking down the side of the ship in a stream—was worse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The housings of the Pella's maneuvering thrusters and PDC cannons, sensor arrays and external antennas had suffered. It was like someone had taken a scraper along all the exposed parts of the ship and taken off whatever could be removed. The damage had left a blind spot in their PDC coverage, but the torpedo that came through it had malfunctioned. If it had detonated, it could have cracked the ship in two, and the old bitch from the galley would have had to hope for the mercy of the inners to keep her leathery ass from drowning in her own waste air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The torpedo had still hit hard enough to breach the outer hull, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the long, tedious work of finding each bit of scrap shaken loose needed to happen. Leaving a handful of metal and ceramic shards to rattle around between decks whenever they fired the maneuvering thrusters was begging for death. So Filip and Miral suited up, checked each other's seals and bottles and rebreathers, and crawled into the space between the hulls. The Martian designs were elegant and well ordered, everything labeled along with inspection and change-out dates." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the white flare of light from his lamp, Filip considered the bent plate of the outer hull, the jagged gash where the stars showed through." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The galactic plane glowed white and gold and rose against the black. It was hard not to stop and stare.\n\nIt was different looking at the stars as stars and not dots on a screen. He'd spent his whole life in ships and stations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seeing the billions of unblinking lights with just his own eyes only happened when he went outside on a repair or an operation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was always beautiful, sometimes alarming. This time, it seemed almost like a promise. The endless abyss opened around them, a whisper that the universe was larger than his ship. Larger than all the ships put together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Humanity could put its flag on thirteen hundred of those dots and not be a percent of a percent of a percent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was the empire the inners were fighting and dying to control. A hundred more planets a dozen times over, and less than a rounding error of what was out there staring back at them.\n\n\"Hoy, Filipito,\" Miral said on the suit's private channel. \"Come around. Think I've got something.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Commé. Moment.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miral was crouched down beside the power conduit for the sensor array. His light was playing over a bit of inner hull. A short, bright line showed where something had scratched it. Miral ran his glove over it, and it smeared. Ceramic, then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay, you little shit,\" Filip said, playing his lamp down the conduit. \"Where'd you go?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Follow on,\" Miral said, scrambling down the handholds.\n\nWhen they reached Pallas, the crews could do a more complete inspection. There were tools to blast nitrogen and argon into every crease and curve of the ship and blow out anything stuck there. Better, though, to have as much done before they arrived." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And, Filip thought, there weren't any other people out between the hulls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As jobs went, it was the most isolated one that the Pella had to offer. All alone, that was reason enough to work it.\n\nMiral's little gasp of victory caught Filip's attention and brought him down close to where the other man was hunched. Miral took a pair of pliers from his belt, applied himself to a section of conduit where the weld had left a gap, then sat back with a grin Filip could see through the suit's helmet mask." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The chip was the size of a thumbnail, jagged along one side, smooth on the other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip whistled appreciatively. \"Big one.\"\n\n\"Si no?\" Miral said. \"Leave esá bastard la bouncing around like shooting a gun in here, yeah?\"\n\n\"One less,\" Filip said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's see how many more we find.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miral made a fist and agreed, then tucked the shard into a pocket. \"You know, when I was about your age? Drinker back then, me. Spent my time with this coyo always talked about fights he'd been in. Got in them a lot. Liked them, I guess.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Filip said, lowering himself farther down, playing his light across the housing of a maneuvering thruster. He didn't know where Miral was going with this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This coyo, he said mostly when things spun up, it was from the other bastard getting embarrassed, sa sa? Maybe didn't want to throw knuckles, but couldn't find a way to push off without his crew seeing him weak.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip scowled behind his faceplate. Maybe Miral was talking about what had happened on Ceres? It still bothered Filip sometimes. Not the violence itself, but little flashes of the humiliation left over from realizing the girl he'd been with at the Ceres bar had gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't something he wanted to spend more time with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Que sa, es,\" he said, hoping that would be enough.\n\nBut Miral went on. \"Only saying, a man who's feeling like he lost face, yeah? He'll say things he doesn't mean because of it. Do things he doesn't mean.\"\n\nI meant all what I did, Filip thought but didn't say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Would mean it again, to do it over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it had the bright, painful feel of touching a fresh scrape, and he'd already come across like a shitty little kid once today. Better to keep his own counsel. And as it turned out, that wasn't what Miral meant at all.\n\n\"Your father? He's a good man. Belter to his bones, yeah? It's just this Holden bastard's a sore for him. Getting knocked back, happens a alles one time and another, y alles talk a little bigger afterward. Not a good thing, not a bad thing. Just the way men get made. Don't take it too close.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip paused. Turned back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't take it too close?\" he repeated, making it a question. A demand that Miral say what he meant.\n\n\"That,\" Miral said. \"Your dad doesn't mean what he says.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip turned his light on Miral, shining it through the older man's faceplate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miral squinted, put a hand up to shade his eyes.\n\n\"What does he say?\" Filip asked.\n\nMarco's quarters were past clean to spotless. The walls shone in the light, freshly polished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dark smudges that always built up beside handholds nearest the door—evidence of the passage of hundreds of hands—had been scraped away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The monitor didn't carry so much as a fleck of lint. Fake sandalwood from the air recycler didn't quite bury the ghost of disinfectant and antifungal wash. Even the gimbals on the crash couch sparkled in the gentle light.\n\nHis father, watching the monitor, was also groomed to an eerie perfection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hair clean and perfectly in place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His beard soft and brown and trimmed so well it seemed almost false. His uniform looked like it had never been worn before. Crisp lines and clean folds. The seams set perfectly, as if by his own precision and the force of his will, he could haul all the rest of the ship up to his standards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like all the control Marco had spread across the system had been concentrated in one place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not an atom in the air was out of place.\n\nRosenfeld was on the monitor. Filip caught the words other eventualities before Marco stopped the playback and turned to him.\n\n\"Yes?\" Marco said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip couldn't tell what was in his voice. Calm, yeah." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Marco had a thousand varieties of calm, and not all of them meant things were okay. Filip was too aware that they hadn't really spoken since the battle.\n\n\"Was talking to Miral?\" Filip said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco didn't move. Not a nod, not a glance away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His dark eyes left Filip feeling exposed and uncertain, but there wasn't a way to step back from this. Not without asking. \"Said you were telling how what happened was my fault?\"\n\n\"Because it was.\"\n\nThe words were simple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Matter-of-fact. There was no heat to them, no sneer or accusation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip felt them like a blow to the chest.\n\n\"Okay,\" he said. \"Bien.\"\n\n\"You were the gunner, and they got away.\" Marco spread his arms in a quick, surgical shrug." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Was it a question? Or maybe you're saying it was my fault for thinking you could do it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It took Filip an extra try to talk past his throat. \"Didn't drive us into those rounds, me,\" he said. \"Gunner, me. Not the pilot. And didn't have a rail gun, yeah? Pinché Holden had a rail gun.\"\n\nHis father tilted his head to one side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I just told you that you failed. Now you're giving me reasons why it's okay that you failed? Is that how it works?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip knew the kind of calm now.\n\n\"No,\" he said. Then, \"No, sir.\"\n\n\"Good. Bad enough that you fucked it up. Don't start bawling over it too.\"\n\n\"Not,\" Filip said, but there were tears in his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shame ran through his blood like bad drugs and left him shaking. \"Not bawling, me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then own it. Say it like a man. Say 'I fucked it up.'\"\n\nI didn't, Filip thought. It wasn't my fault. \"I fucked it up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right, then,\" Marco said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm busy. Close the door when you go.\"\n\n\"Yeah, okay.\"\n\nAs Filip turned, Marco shifted back to the monitor. His voice was soft as a sigh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Crying and excuses are for girls, Filip.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sorry,\" Filip said, and pulled the door to behind him.\n\nHe walked down the narrow corridor. Voices from the lift. Voices from the galley." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two crews in the space of one, and he couldn't stand to be near any of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not even Miral. Especially not Miral.\n\nHe put me up, Filip thought. It was like Miral said. They hadn't kept hold of Ceres, and then Pa had insulted him by breaking away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was supposed to be the thing to show the Free Navy couldn't be fucked with, and all three of their wolves together hadn't been able to stop the fucking Rocinante." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco had been humiliated. And shit floated against the spin, that was all it was. Still, the space below Filip's ribs ached like he'd been punched. It wasn't his fault." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was his fault." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't bawling out excuses. Except that was absolutely what he'd done.\n\nHe turned on the light in his cabin. One of the engineering techs was hot-bunking there, blinking up into the light like a baby mouse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Que sa?\" the man said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm tired,\" Filip said.\n\n\"Be tired somewhere else,\" the tech said. \"I've got two more hours down.\"\n\nFilip put his heel against the crash couch and spun it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The tech reached out a hand, stopped it, and unstrapped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fine,\" he said. \"You're so fucking tired, sleep then.\"\n\nThe tech took his clothes, muttering under his breath, and left. Filip locked the door behind him and folded himself into the couch, still in his uniform that stank of sweat and the vac-suit seals. The tears tried to come then, but he bit them back, pushed the hurt down into his gut until it settled into something else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco was wrong. His father had embarrassed himself because Holden and Johnson and Naomi got past them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like Miral said. Men got like that, and they said things they didn't mean. Did things they wouldn't do if they were thinking straight.\n\nFilip hadn't fucked it up." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with 4 sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eugenia was a terrible place to put a base of operations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was less an asteroid than a complex pile of loose scrap and black gravel traveling in company. Neither the asteroid itself nor the tiny moon that circled it had ever suffered the gravity to press them together or the heat it would take to fuse them. Eugenia and other duniyaret like it offered nothing solid to build on, no internal structure to shore up. Even mining it was hard, the tissue of the asteroid too fast to shift and fall apart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Build a dome there, and the air would seep out through the ground it was built on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Try to spin it up, and it would fly apart. The science station that Earth had built there three generations ago and abandoned was little more than a ruin of sealed concrete and flaking ceramic. A ghost town of the Belt.\n\nThe only things it had to recommend it at all were that it wasn't inhabited already and its orbit wasn't too distant from Ceres and the questionable protection of the consolidated fleet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And even that proximity was only temporary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With Ceres' orbital period a couple percent faster than Eugenia's, every day added a little bit to the distance between them, stretching the bubble of safety until it would eventually, inevitably pop. In fairness, if they were still using it to escape the Free Navy when Eugenia and Ceres drifted to the far side of the sun from each other, they'd have bigger problems.\n\nInstead of trying to build on the surface of the asteroid, Michio's little fleet had begun assembling a nakliye port that orbited around Eugenia's main body: shipping containers welded one to another to make passageways, warehouses, airlocks. A tiny reactor was enough to keep the air circulating and enough heat to balance what was lost to radiation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was temporary by design." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inexpensive, fast to assemble, and made from material so standardized and ubiquitous that a solution discovered once could be applied in a thousand other situations. It grew from a seed of three or four containers, spreading out, connecting, reinforcing, making distance where distance was needed, bringing together where it was not, spreading like a snowflake the white of rotting sealant.\n\nThere were stories of the poorest Belters living in nakliye stations for years, but more often they were used as Michio used them: storage and refueling stations. Floating warehouses without taxes or tariffs to bite into the operating budgets of the prospector." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hyperdistilled water to give pirates reaction mass and potables and oxygen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The older siblings to the scattered supply dumps the Free Navy had consigned to the void. On her monitor, it looked like some ancient sea creature, still experimenting with multiple cells. And beside it, the Panshin, compact and sleek.\n\nThe ship had matched orbit so precisely it seemed motionless beside the port, as if the two were connected." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The flares of working lights and welding torches studded the station's skin, and the spidery shapes of mechs shepherded supplies to it from the Panshin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Connaught had shut down its Epstein hours before to keep from slagging the port and the Panshin besides, and eased into her own gentle orbit on maneuvering thrusters. The deceleration burn was less like thrust gravity than a suggestion that Michio snuggle into her crash couch.\n\n\"They're painting us. Should I acknowledge?\" Evans asked.\n\nEverything was a question with him now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ever since the scare at Ceres Station, his confidence had shattered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a problem, but like so many of her problems, she wasn't sure how to fix it. \"Please do,\" she said. \"Let them know I'll be coming over.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" Evans said, turning to his monitor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio stretched, forcing her blood along its course." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't know why she should feel anxious about seeing Ezio Rodriguez again. She had known him for years, on and off. Another partner in the ongoing struggle to keep the Belt from being used and discarded by the inners and their allies. Only now, he'd taken her side against the Free Navy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This would be the first time she'd breathed his same air since her relief effort had become what it had become." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And what did you take to a meeting with a man who'd agreed with you enough to risk his life and the lives of his crew? A thank-you card?\n\nMichio laughed, and Oksana looked over. Michio shook her head. It wouldn't be funny out loud." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The Panshin acknowledges, sir,\" Evans said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain Rodriguez is on the port.\"\n\n\"Then the port it is,\" Michio said, unstrapping herself. \"Oksana, the ship's yours.\"\n\n\"Sir,\" Oksana said, but there was a little disappointment in the word." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd wanted to come along too, but someone had to keep an eye on Evans, and those two had been coming closer of late." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe having some time alone with Oksana would put Evans in a place where he could talk about what was bothering him. Better if the impulse came from him. Ordering someone to disclose their private fears wasn't good leadership. And no matter how much Michio was his wife, she was also his captain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Connaught came to her place less than a kilometer from the Panshin and Eugenia port." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was Oksana showing off a little, but Michio didn't mind. It made her transit short and easy. The vac suit was Martian, armored but not powered. Well-made, like everything Marco had bartered for." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bertold and Nadia came with, each carrying a sidearm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They passed out of the Connaught's airlock and into the gap, moving slow to conserve fuel and talking about whose turn it was to cook that night while the stars slid between their feet. Michio felt the unexpected tug of happiness. It was amazing to think that people lived their whole lives on a planet's surface and never had even one moment like this one, the closeness of intimate family and a vastness to rival God in the same breath.\n\nThe airlock was set halfway into one of the shipping containers, the walls cutting off the spread of the galaxy before they reached the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All three cycled in together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As soon as the indicator went green, Michio checked her suit to confirm and then turned off her own oxygen supply and cracked open her seals.\n\nThe air inside the port stank of spent oxy-fuel and overheated metal. The percussion of someone's music carried farther than the rest of the song, making the port throb a little. A steady, mechanical heartbeat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lights were all unsoftened LEDs, sharp-edged shadows creeping along the ceramic walls as they pulled themselves through the long corridors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Magnetic pallets clung to the surfaces, making no distinction between wall, floor, and ceiling. Old hand terminals had been fixed to each, showing what it contained, where it had come from.\n\nA woman in a transport mech shifted away to the side as they passed, the arms of the mech pulling in close like a spider. She saluted to Michio and Bertold and Nadia equally, with an air that said she didn't know who they were and didn't care." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So long as they were on the same side, they were good with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They found Captain Rodriguez in one of the hubs. Nine containers opened their mouths in each of the six directions, fifty-four in all, and were meant to be packed full. Michio could tell at a glance that they weren't. Ezio Rodriguez was a thin-faced man with a trim beard streaked with white, though the rest of his face looked young." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wore his hair cut to the scalp." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His suit, like hers, was Martian design. Unlike her, he'd customized it: a starburst blazon on the back between his shoulder blades and the split circle of the OPA as if it were on an armband. Half a dozen other people were moving pallets in the containers around them, shouting to each other through the free air instead of using their radios. Their voices echoed.\n\n\"Captain Pa,\" Rodriguez said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bien avisé. Been too long.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain,\" Michio said. \"The Connaught's come to relieve you. Take our turn building and standing guard, sa sa?\"\n\n\"Welcome to it,\" Rodriguez said, spreading his arms. \"Not much, y not nothing.\"\n\nEach of Michio's little fleet—alone or in pairs—had taken turns building and guarding the port while the others hunted colonists or gathered the supplies scattered into space, dodging Marco's ships while they did it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Solano had taken another of the colony ships—the Brilliant Iris out of Luna—and was escorting it toward Ceres to pay their dues to Caesar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eugenia port was too small to accommodate a ship that large anyway. The Serrio Mal, on the other hand, was picking up the dark containers flung off Pallas and Ceres. Those were destined for Eugenia, and from there to wherever they were needed most. Delivering the supplies to Kelso and Iapetus was the most dangerous duty, and Michio reserved it for herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Worse than that would be not going." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Looks thin, que,\" she said.\n\n\"Looks because is,\" Rodriguez said. \"Gathering up's been ralo these last times. Not getting what we were before. Some though.\"\n\n\"Enough?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rodriguez laughed like she'd made a joke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Got something interesting, though. Something for you.\"\n\nMichio felt the hair at the back of her neck stand up. This felt wrong. She smiled. \"You shouldn't have.\"\n\n\"Couldn't pass it by,\" Rodriguez said, firing his suit's thruster toward an access way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Over this way. I'll show.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't tell her to leave Bertold and Nadia, which was good. She wouldn't have. But she didn't know whether to be reassured that he hadn't tried to peel away her guards or frightened that maybe they didn't matter.\n\n\"Bertold,\" she said as they followed the other captain.\n\n\"Savvy,\" he said, his hand on the butt of his gun as if it had only happened to come to rest there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nadia was the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They fell into a guarding formation as naturally as blinking. When Rodriguez reached the walls of the port, he landed with a clank, turning on his mag boot and killing his momentum with his knees. The music they'd heard before was gone now, and Rodriguez looked behind them, as if making sure they weren't followed. Or else that they were." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Making me nervous, coyo,\" Michio said, walking after him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Something you want to say?\"\n\n\"Bon sí, aber not here,\" Rodriguez said, the lightness gone from his voice and a grim tension in its place. \"Smuggled past the smugglers, this one.\"\n\n\"Not feeling better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You will or you won't. Come alles la.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The container he took them to had a little office built out from the side. Scrapwelded together with its own airlock. Rodriguez keyed in a passcode by hand. Bertold stretched his arms, blew out his breath, like a weight lifter about to try more than his usual load." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Love you,\" Nadia said, her voice calm and conversational as if she wasn't saying it in case they were her last words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The airlock opened, and a man popped out. Thin frame, dark hair in curls. \"Is she here?\" he said, and then, \"Oh. There you are.\"\n\nA shock of surprise, the uncertainty of whether this was a threat or something more interesting. \"Sanjrani.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nico, Nico, Nico,\" Rodriguez said, pushing Sanjrani back through the airlock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not here. Didn't sneak through te ass end of nothing to wave you like a flag. Get back safe in.\" When Sanjrani had retreated, Rodriguez turned to Michio, motioning that she should follow. When she hesitated, he lifted his arm to his sides, cruciform. \"Got no guns, me. Esá goes bad, la dué la can shoot me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can,\" Bertold agreed. His sidearm was drawn, but not pointed. Not yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right, then,\" Michio said, clomping forward in her boots, the magnets dragging her down against the floors, holding her, and letting her go again with every step.\n\nIn the little office, Sanjrani sat strapped onto a stool before a thin desk. Another waited across from him. She didn't see a trap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Didn't know what she was looking at." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you looking to change sides?\" she asked.\n\nSanjrani made a deep, impatient cough. \"I'm here to tell you why you're killing everyone in the fucking Belt. You and Marco both. You two should be on my side.\"\n\n\"Does he know you're here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Am I dead already? No, he doesn't. That's how desperate I've gotten. I try to talk to Rosenfeld, but he's only talking to Marco. No one knows where Dawes got to. They won't listen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a desperation in his voice, high and thin as a bow against a string.\n\n\"All right,\" she said, moving to the stool, pulling the belt across her lap. \"I'll listen.\"\n\nSanjrani relaxed and pulled up a diagram from the desk's display. A complex series of curves laid over x and y axes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We made assumptions when we started this,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We made plans. Good ones, I think. But we didn't follow them.\"\n\n\"Dui,\" Michio said.\n\n\"First thing we did,\" he said, \"was destroy the biggest source of wealth and complex organics in the system. The only supply of complex organics that work with our metabolisms. The worlds on the other side of the ring? Different genetic codes. Different chemistries. Not something we can import and eat. But that was okay. Projections were clear. We could build a new economy, put together infrastructure, make a sustainable network of microecologies in a cooperative-competitive matrix. Base the currencies on—\"\n\n\"Nico,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Right. Right. We needed to start building it all as soon as the rocks fell.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know,\" she said.\n\n\"You don't,\" he said. Tears sheeted across his eyes, clung to his skin. \"No recycling process is perfect. Everything degrades. The colony ships? The supplies? They're all stopgap. They're the measure of how long we have to make a living Belt. Look here. This green curve is the projected output of the new economic models. The ones we're not doing, yeah? And this\"—he pointed to a descending red curve—\"is the best case of how long the conscripted supplies will last. Equilibrium is here. Five years out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And this line here, the base we would need between them to keep the present population of the Belt alive.\"\n\n\"We stay above it.\"\n\n\"We would have,\" Sanjrani said, \"if we'd kept to the plan. Here's where we are now.\"\n\nHe shifted the green line." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio felt her throat tighten as she understood what she was looking at." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're fine now,\" Sanjrani said. \"We'll be fine for three years. Maybe three and a half. Then the recycling systems stop being able to meet demand. We won't have infrastructure in place to fill the gaps. And then we'll starve. Not just Earth. Not just Mars. The Belt too. And once we start, we'll have no way to stop.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Michio said. \"How do we fix it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know,\" Sanjrani said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Panshin left a day later, taking Sanjrani and what little remained of Michio's peace of mind with it. Her crew did their part, building out the port, ringing the new wires. Messages seeped into the Connaught's antennas, some of them for her. Iapetus needed more food-grade magnesium." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A collection of prospecting ships had exhausted their filters and needed replacements." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Free Navy poured out what they called news, some of it about how much Belter material she'd given over to the enemy.\n\nWhenever she tried to sleep, the sense of dread welled up in her heart. When the hard times came, when the starving began, it would come like a ratchet. It was hard to make a new, shining city in the void when the people designing it, building it, living in it were dying from want." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they were dying because she and Marco were at each other's throats instead of following the plan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had to remind herself that she hadn't been the one to change things. Marco had gone off script before her. She'd made her break because he had. She was trying to help." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only when she closed her eyes, she saw the red line sloping down toward nothing, and no upward green swoop to answer it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three years. Maybe three and a half. But to make it work, they had to start now. Had to have started already.\n\nOr they had to make a very new plan, and neither she nor Sanjrani knew what that was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The others avoided her, giving her food and water and space to think." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She woke alone, worked her shift, slept alone, and didn't feel the loss of company. And so she was surprised when Laura came to find her in the gym.\n\n\"Message came for you, Captain,\" she said. Not Michi, but Captain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So Laura was not her wife then, but her comm officer on duty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio let the tension bands slide back into their housings and wicked the sweat off her skin with a towel. \"What is it?\"\n\n\"Tightbeam relayed through Ceres,\" Laura said. \"It's from the Rocinante en route to Tycho Station. It's flagged captain-to-captain.\"\n\nMichio considered telling Laura to play it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That they were family, and didn't have any secrets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a dangerous impulse. She stifled it.\n\n\"I'll take it in my quarters,\" she said.\n\nWhen she opened the message, James Holden looked out from the screen. Her first thought was that he looked like crap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her second thought was that she probably did too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She tucked her sweat-damp towel into the recycler. No recycling process is perfect. She shuddered, but Holden had started talking.\n\n\"Captain Pa,\" he said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with four sentences, emulating the writing style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the guards got bored kicking him, they rolled Vandercaust into the cell and sealed the door.\n\nHe lay in the dark for some stretch of time—five minutes, an hour. Not more than that. When he sat up, his ribs and back ached, but not with the deepness or grinding sensation that broken bones carried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The only light was a single recessed LED at the joint where the back wall and ceiling met." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Its dimness stole the color from everything, so the little streaks of blood on his shirt only looked black.\n\nWith nothing better to do, he took a slow inventory of his body: bruised ribs and cheek, swollen eye, abrasions at his wrists where they'd cuffed him. Nothing bad, really. He'd suffered worse, and sometimes at the hands of his friends. Wasn't like this was the first time he'd been arrested." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not even the first time he'd been arrested for something he didn't do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had always been inners that did it before, though.\n\nThe more it changes, the more it's still the same, he thought. He found a comfortable spot in the corner where he could rest his head, close his eyes, and see if the anxiety was enough to keep him awake. It was, mostly, but he did manage a little doze before the door broke seal and swung open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two guards in armor and sidearms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A higher-up in armor too. All Free Navy colors.\n\nProbably that was good. People didn't generally dress up for a murder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Emil Jacquard Vandercaust?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aquí,\" he said.\n\nThe higher-up was a thick-faced boy with a brown complexion that matched his eyes. Handsome, in his way, but too young for Vandercaust's tastes. He'd come to an age when sex was less about who he fell into bed with and more about who he woke up next to, and the set of people he considered children extended to include men in their early thirties." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pretty child scowled, maybe at Vandercaust and maybe at how he'd been treated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment, the silence in the room made him wonder if they'd leave again. Lock the door and stick him in the dark. The idea made him aware of his thirst.\n\n\"Agua, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Commst,\" the boy said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vandercaust levered himself up to his feet, his abused muscles shrieking, but not badly enough to stop him. The guards fell in, one ahead and one behind, and the boy leading them all like a sad little parade. The room they took him to was brighter, more comfortable, though not by much. A low metal stool was welded to the deck, short enough that sitting on it made Vandercaust feel like he was in some school for children, expected to take a desk meant for a six-year-old." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd been questioned by security enough in his life to recognize the little humiliation as the tactic it was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A guard brought him half a bulb of tepid water, watched him drink it, and took it back.\n\nThe guards stepped out, the door closing behind them. The boy stood at a desk, looking down at him through a floating display. Seeing the display from behind was like seeing someone through a bright mist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vandercaust waited. The boy took a flat yellow lozenge out of his pocket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Focus drugs, or what Vandercaust was supposed to assume were. The boy put the lozenge under his tongue, sucked thoughtfully for a moment. Shuddered.\n\n\"You missed the battle alert yesterday,\" he said.\n\n\"I did.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can you explain that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vandercaust shrugged. \"Deep sleeper when I'm drunk, me. Didn't hear it. No se savvy what happened before it was over, yeah?\"\n\n\"Savvy tú now?\"\n\n\"Heard some things, yeah.\"\n\n\"Let's go over what you heard, then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vandercaust nodded, as much to himself as to the boy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Time to pick his handholds careful. Whatever they were spun up over, this was the time he'd land in it if he spoke the wrong words.\n\n\"Was a bunch of ships came from the colonies, what I heard. Fourteen, fifteen ships all through rings at the same time. Fast too. Trying to get to Medina before the rail guns took them out, yeah? Only didn't so much. What the guns didn't put holes in, station defenses took out. Some debris hits on the drum hull, aber nothing can't be fixed.\"\n\nThe boy nodded, made some notation in the bright air between them. \"Fourteen or fifteen?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boy's eyes hardened. \"Was it fourteen you heard, or fifteen?\"\n\nVandercaust frowned. There was something about the boy's reaction that didn't sit right. If they'd been playing poker, he'd wait to see if the boy's hand was particularly strong or weak, then spend the rest of the night cleaning him out over that hardness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only there weren't any cards to come down here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Heard fourteen or fifteen. A phrase. Eight or ten. Six or seven. Didn't hear a number.\"\n\n\"What rings did they come through?\"\n\n\"Don't know.\"\n\n\"Look at me,\" the boy said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vandercaust looked up into the boy's light-brown eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What rings did they go through?\"\n\n\"No savvy. I don't know.\"\n\nThe boy's eyes flickered, looked away. Vandercaust scratched his arm even though it didn't itch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just to be doing something." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They all came through within fifteen seconds of each other,\" the boy said. \"And they were going fast. Any thoughts about that, Mister Vandercaust?\"\n\n\"Coordinated,\" he said. \"Sounds like they been talking con alles, sa sa? Making plans.\"\n\nWhich—ah, yes—meant they'd found some way to break lightspeed, bend time, and locate each other in the vastness of the galaxy, or else that conversation had been passing through the rings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Through Medina. It meant somewhere on Medina Station, somebody had been working against the Free Navy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd known that the arrest couldn't just be for missing an emergency shift. Now it came a little clearer what the boy was looking for. Watched the boy watch him understand.\n\n\"Who told you about the attack?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Heard about it in my workgroup. Jakulski. Salis. Roberts. Just chap-chap over coffee, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another notation made. \"Anything you think of I should know about them?\"\n\nA coldness that had nothing to do with the temperature ran up Vandercaust's back, lifted his skin in bumps. Maybe it wasn't only that he'd slept through the alarm. He'd been drunk. Drunk men could sleep through anything." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But if he hadn't made the call and he was near to someone with something worth hiding ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salis had friends in communication. Bragged about them all the time, how he knew what was going on with Duarte and Inaros, what kinds of barks and whines were floating through the rings. Someone was coordinating an attack on Medina, wouldn't they be in communications? Have to be, ne?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And Roberts talking about Callisto and proxy wars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How Duarte's people were maybe using them against Earth and Mars, about how much she hated being caught between the powers like that. She'd been the first one Vandercaust knew to squint hard at the advisors from Laconia setting up defenses on the alien station where rail gun housings were. Possible that she'd work with the colonies if it meant shrugging off Laconia and keeping Medina independent. And hadn't Jakulski been at the greeting when the advisors came?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He said it had been as a favor to one of the other supervisors, but what if he'd been engineering a chance to put eyes on the enemy?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thousands of people on Medina, living and working. All of them Belters, more or less. Most of them OPA before and Free Navy now. But there were some that hadn't known what was coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe some with family still on Earth, dying under the rockfalls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't know anything about Jakulski's mother, Salis' siblings, Roberts' old lovers. Any of them could just be acting like Free Navy because it was asking for hell to be anything else.\n\nThe boy cocked his head, sucked at the focus drugs. Vandercaust laced his fingers together and forced out a little laugh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Easy to see how a coyo could get paranoid.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why don't we go over this from the start?\" the boy said.\n\nIt went on for hours, it felt like. No hand terminal. No screens that he could see. All Vandercaust had to judge by was the animal rhythms of his body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How long it was before he got thirsty again. Hungry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he started feeling sleepy. When he needed to visit the head. He walked the boy through his whole night before the attack. Where he'd been. Who else had been there. What he'd drunk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How he'd gotten back to his quarters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Over and over, pushing at anything he said a little different from another time, pushing him to remember things he didn't really remember and then coming at him when he got some detail wrong. The boy asked about Roberts, Salis, Jakulski. He asked about who else Vandercaust knew on Medina. Who he knew on the Sol side of the ring." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What he knew about Michio Pa and Susanna Foyle and Ezio Rodriguez." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he'd been at Tycho Station. At Ceres. At Rhea. At Ganymede.\n\nThey showed him images of the attacks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ships emerging through the gates all around the great sphere of gates." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He watched them die as tactical images. As telescopic records of real people, really dying. Then they talked more, and showed it all to him again. He had a sense that the readouts were subtly different the second time out—another attempt to catch him out on something—but he couldn't say what the changes were." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was exhausting. It was meant to be exhausting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a while, he stopped trying to keep his answers safe. He'd known enough about interrogation to see that this—wearying and harsh and dull though it was—was on the gentler end of that spectrum. He had no reason to protect his friends beyond the vague tribalism of being on a workgroup with them. If they were innocent, the truth would have to be armor enough." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For them, and for him too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They took him back to his cell. No beating this time. Just a hard shove through the door that left him sprawling and knocked his cheek against the wall hard enough to split it. He slept for a while, woke in darkness, slept again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The second time he woke, there was a bowl of beans and mushrooms congealing beside the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He ate them anyway. No way to know how long he'd be there. How long it would all go on. Whether it would get worse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the door opened again, five people in Free Navy uniforms came in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The brown-eyed boy wasn't among them, and for a moment, that made Vandercaust very nervous. Like looking for a friend and not finding them. The leader of the new group was laughing with one of her subordinates, checked her hand terminal by holding it up beside his face without paying much attention to him, tapped her screen.\n\n\"You should go, pampaw,\" she said, walking out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Late for your shift, you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They left the door open behind them, and after a moment, Vandercaust walked out of the cell, out of the security station, into the wide corridors of the drum. His body felt like a rag used for too long. He was certain that he smelled like sick primate and old sweat. The guard had been right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was almost time for his shift, but he still went back to his hole, showered, shaved, changed into new clothes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He spent a few long minutes admiring the bruises on his face and sides. On a younger man, they could have been badges of endurance. On him, they just looked like an old man who'd caught the toes of a few too many boots. So he was late." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had reason to be. Little rebel, him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He found Salis and Roberts deep in the service passageways, testing flow on the sewage intake for the backup recycling plant. Roberts' eyes lit up as he approached, and she threw her arms around him.\n\n\"Perdíd,\" she breathed against his ear. \"Are you okay? We were worried.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Es dui?\" Salis said, reaching across the table for the wasabi-flavored soy nuts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They beat you up à nothing?\"\n\nThe shift done, the three had retired to their usual bar. The breeze from spinward was as it always was. The thin line of sunlight stretched above them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vandercaust pushed the bowl toward Salis' fingers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Security is police, and police are the same everywhere.\"\n\n\"Still,\" Roberts said. \"Why bother pushing off the inners if it's just to have a Belter foot stepping on our necks instead?\"\n\n\"Wouldn't talk like that,\" Vandercaust said, then drank. Water tonight. Might be some time before he went for a long, solid drunk again. \"Anxious times, these.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Talk how I want to talk,\" Roberts said, but softly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned to her hand terminal. He could see the green and silver of the station feed, same colors it had been before the Free Navy took over. He wondered why they hadn't changed it. A way to give a sense of continuity, maybe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anything on the feed would have been vetted, of course." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The power of Medina Station was that it was so much not a part of any of the systems on the far sides of the gate. The price of it was that information came from a single source. Back in Sol system, there would be any number of feeds and subfeeds. Some broadcast, some left in storage to be queried and mirrored." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hard to control what got out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe impossible. Medina, one set of jammers blocked every unlicensed receiver and transmitter at once.\n\nThe server came with his gyro—textured fungus and soybean curd instead of lamb and beef. Cucumber yogurt. A sprig of mint. He reached out for it with a little grunt and a sudden ache." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't the worst beating he'd ever suffered, but he'd still be sore for days." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why they set you out?\" Salis asked. \"Sprecht el la?\"\n\n\"No, they didn't say,\" Vandercaust replied. \"Or that they wouldn't be back. Maybe they just needed someone to keep you two on schedule.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd missed two full shifts and come in during the middle of the third." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three days, almost, lost in the darkness of the security cell. No lawyer, no union representative. He could have asked for one—should have, by the rules and customs—but the certainty was solid as steel that it would have only meant more bruises. Maybe a broken bone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vandercaust knew enough of history and human nature to know when the rules weren't the rules anymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took a bite of his sandwich, then put it down while he chewed. After this, he'd go home. Sleep in his own bed. Sounded like the promise of paradise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He traced fingertips over the split circle on his wrist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been a statement of rebellion once. Now, maybe it only made him seem old. Still taking sides in the last generation's fight.\n\n\"My friend in comms?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Salis said. \"You know what they say? Found a hidden dump in the data core. Walled off. Think it was what they used to coordinate with the colonies. Confirmations came in from all the gates just before the attack hit. Only funny thing? Two ships didn't come through.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salis cranked his eyebrows up toward his hairline.\n\nVandercaust grunted. \"Were asking me about how many ships came through. Like they wanted a number.\"\n\n\"Probably why. See if you knew how many came through or how many were supposed to, yeah? Trip you up if you were in on.\"\n\n\"But didn't have nothing,\" Vandercaust said, tapping his forehead with two fingers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bon besse for me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salis put a hand on his arm. The young man looked pained. Aching, but not in the muscles and joints. Not the way he was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You should let me buy you a drink, coyo. You had a shit week.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vandercaust shrugged. He didn't know how to explain himself to Salis or Roberts. They were young. They hadn't seen the things he'd seen. Hadn't done the thing he'd done. Being picked up by security, locked away, beaten, interrogated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They didn't scare him in themselves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They scared him for what they said about how it came next. They scared him because they meant that Medina Station wasn't a new beginning in history. It was and would be as red in the gutter as everyplace else humanity had set its flags.\n\nRoberts sat up, her eyes going wide. \"They got!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Salis let his hand drop, turned to her. \"Que?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The mole? The coordinator. They got.\"\n\nShe turned her hand terminal toward them. On it, station security in Free Navy uniforms were walking, eight of them, around a broad-shouldered, squat man with dark hair and a scruff of beard. Vandercaust thought he looked familiar, but couldn't place him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The image jumped to Captain Samuels, with Jon Amash standing behind her on one side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Political power and security service, one beside the other, and no light between them.\n\nSamuels' lips began to move.\n\n\"Turn it up,\" Salis said. Roberts fumbled with her terminal, then shifted around between them so they could all see the screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"—ties not only to the settlements that chose aggression against us but also with regressive forces back in Sol system. He will be questioned fully before execution. While we have to keep eyes open and alert, I am convinced, given all I have seen, that the immediate threat to Medina Station is under control.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Execution,\" Roberts said.\n\nSalis shrugged. \"You put the ship at risk, that's what happens. Those colony bastards weren't coming to play dice and make happy.\"\n\n\"Least it's over,\" Vandercaust said.\n\n\"Is why they let you go,\" Roberts said, shaking her hand terminal." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The room they were using as an anteroom was larger than the Rocinante's galley." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wide tables with built-in monitors and tall metal stools. Soft, indirect lighting in a manipulated spectrum that reminded Holden of early mornings in his childhood. He didn't have a rank or a uniform, but the ship jumpsuit had seemed wrong for the occasion. He'd decided on a dark, collarless shirt and pants that echoed the sense of a military uniform without making any specific claims." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi, pacing now along the wall by the yellow double doors, had matched him, but he had the creeping sense that they looked better on her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So of the three of them, only Bobbie was in uniform, and hers had the insignia left off. The cut and the fitting all screamed Martian Marine Corps. And the people they were going to meet with—the ones gathering right now down the hall—knew who she was anyway.\n\n\"You keep pulling at that sleeve,\" Bobbie said. \"It bothering you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It? No, it's fine,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm bothering me. Do you know how many times I've done this kind of diplomatic work? I've been in battles and I've put together video feeds, but to walk in, look down the table at a bunch of OPA operatives, and tell them how they all need to listen to me? I've done that exactly no times. Never.\"\n\n\"Ilus,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"You mean when that one guy killed the other guy in the street and then burned a bunch of people alive?\"\n\nNaomi sighed. \"Yeah. Then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie flexed her hands, put them palm down on the table display." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The monitor glowed for a moment, waiting for a command, then dimmed again when nothing came. Muffled voices came through the doorway. A woman with a Belter's accent asking something about chairs. A man replying, his voice too low to make out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've been in rooms like this before,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Political work. A lot of different agendas and no one saying out loud what they were actually thinking.\"\n\n\"Yeah?\" Holden said.\n\n\"It sucked.\"\n\nThe Rocinante had decelerated toward Tycho harder than they'd planned, burning off the speed they'd poured on during the battle and pressing them all down a little more than usual, like an illness or a regret." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden held a little ceremony in the galley where each of them shared some memory of Fred Johnson and they let their various griefs blur together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The only ones not to speak were Amos, smiling his amiable and meaningless smile, and Clarissa, her brow furrowed in concentration like it was all a puzzle she was trying to solve.\n\nWhen they broke up, Holden noticed that Alex and Sandra Ip went off together, but he didn't have time or enough moral high ground to worry about fraternization. Every hour that passed had taken them a few thousand klicks closer to Tycho and the meeting there. All of his spare time was in his cabin with the door closed trading messages across the emptiness of the system." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio Pa. Drummer on Tycho." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A man named Damian Short, who'd taken the reins on Ceres. But mostly Chrisjen Avasarala.\n\nEvery long, heavy day, he traded messages with Luna. Long lectures from Avasarala on how to conduct a meeting, how to present himself and his arguments." }, { "from": "human", "value": "More importantly, how to listen to what the others said and didn't say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sent him dossiers on all the major OPA players who would be there: Aimee Ostman, Micah al-Dujaili, Liang Goodfortune, Carlos Walker. Everything Avasarala knew about them—who their families were, what their factions within the OPA had done and what she only suspected they'd done. The depth of background was overwhelming, group loyalties intersecting and drawing apart, personal insults affecting political agreements, and political agreements shaping relationships. And along with it, Avasarala pouring the distilled insights of a lifetime of political life into his ears until he was drunk with it to the edge of nausea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Strength by itself is just bullying, capitulation by itself is an invitation to get fucked; only mixed strategies survive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everything is personal, but they know that too. They can smell pandering like a fart. If you treat them like they're a treasure box where if you just tweak them the right way, the policy you want falls out, you're already fucked. They'll misjudge you, so be ready to use that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time he walked into the meeting room on Tycho, he intended to have a little, simplified version of Avasarala that lived in the back of his mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It felt like doing a decade of work in a few days because it sort of was. He got to where he couldn't sleep and he couldn't stay awake. When they finally reached Tycho Station, it was hard to say whether the dread was more powerful or the relief.\n\nWalking the habitation ring of Tycho the first time after their return had been eerie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything was perfectly familiar—the pale foam of the walls, the slightly astringent smell in the air, the sound of bhangra music leaking from some distant workroom—but it all meant something different now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tycho was Fred Johnson's house, only now it wasn't. Holden kept having the nagging sense that someone was missing, and then remembering who it was.\n\nDrummer had done her mourning in private. When she escorted them in, she was the head of security that she'd been before: sharp and aware and businesslike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd met them at the docks with a convoy of carts, each one with a pair of armed guards." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That didn't make Holden feel better.\n\n\"So who's in charge here now?\" he'd asked as they paused at the bulkhead that marked the administrative section.\n\n\"Technically, Bredon Tycho and the board of directors,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Except they're mostly on Earth or Luna. Never been out here. Always pleased to keep their hands clean. We're here, so until someone comes and makes a strong opposing case, we run it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We?\"\n\nDrummer nodded. Her eyes got a little harder, and he couldn't say if it was grief in them or anger. \"Johnson wanted me to keep an eye on the place until he got back. That's what I plan to do.\"\n\nThere were supposed to be four people waiting for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were five." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He recognized all the faces that Avasarala had prepared him for. Carlos Walker, wide shoulders and face, even shorter than Clarissa, had an uncanny air of stillness. Aimee Ostman could have passed for a middle-grade science teacher, but was responsible for more attacks against inner-planet military targets than all the rest combined. Liang Goodfortune, who Fred had only managed to lure to the table by offering amnesty for their daughter, a former OPA hitter still housed in a numbers-only prison on Luna." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Micah al-Dujaili, with his fat, red-veined drunkard's nose, who'd spent half his lifetime coordinating free schools and medical clinics throughout the Belt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whose brother had been captain of the Witch of Endor when the Free Navy destroyed it.\n\nThe fifth person had the white hair of an old man, pocked cheeks, and a deferential smile that was almost an apology, but not quite. Holden recognized him, but wasn't sure from where. He tried to keep his poker face, but the fifth man saw through the effort without seeming to realize it was there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anderson Dawes,\" the man said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think we've ever met person to person, but Fred talked about you often. And, of course, your reputation.\"\n\nHolden shook hands with the former governor of Ceres Station and master of Marco Inaros' inner circle, his mind racing. \"I was wondering if you'd be here,\" he lied.\n\n\"I hadn't announced myself,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tycho's a risky place for a man in my position. I was relying on Fred to vouch for me. We worked together for many years. I was sorry to hear about him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's a loss,\" Holden said. \"Fred was a good man. I'll miss him.\"\n\n\"As will we all,\" Dawes said. \"I hope you don't mind my arriving unannounced. Aimee reached out to me when she knew she was coming, and I asked her to let me follow along.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Good, great, the more the merrier, Holden thought, but the little version of Avasarala in his imagination frowned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm glad you're here, but you can't be in this meeting.\"\n\n\"I can vouch for him,\" Aimee Ostman said.\n\nHolden nodded, tried to imagine what Avasarala would say, but it was the old, almost-forgotten voice of Miller that came to him. \"There's a way we do things. This isn't it. I hope you don't mind waiting outside, Mr. Dawes. Naomi, could you see that our friend here finds someplace comfortable?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi stepped forward. Dawes shifted his weight to the back of his feet, surprised." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is your house, Avasarala said in Holden's mind. If they don't respect you here, they won't respect you anywhere. Dawes gathered up his hand terminal and a white ceramic cup, nodding to Holden with a tight smile as he left. Holden took his seat, grateful for the solid and looming presence of Bobbie at his side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aimee Ostman's lips were pressed thin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you're looking for mutual respect, you can start by asking before you invite people to my secret meetings. It seemed like a rude thing to say out loud.\n\n\"If you're looking for mutual respect, you can start by asking before you invite people to my secret meetings.\"\n\nAimee Ostman cleared her throat and looked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This was supposed to be Fred Johnson's presentation, but he's gone. I know you all came here on the strength of his word and his reputation. And I know you're all concerned about Marco Inaros and the Free Navy. But I also know this is the first time any of you have met me, and I may not have your full confidence.\"\n\n\"You're James Holden,\" Liang Goodfortune said in a tone that meant Of course you don't have our full confidence.\n\n\"I took the liberty of arranging an introduction,\" he said, shifting the message from his hand terminal to the monitors on the table.\n\nMichio Pa looked out at each of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The command deck of the Connaught glowed behind her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Friends,\" she said. \"As you know, I was not long ago in the inner circle of the Free Navy, and what I saw there convinced me and many of those in my command that Marco Inaros is not the leader that the Belt needs. As the Free Navy has abandoned its original purpose of supporting and rebuilding the Belt and keeping the industry that feeds Belters from shifting out to the new colony worlds, I have stayed true. You all know this. I have lost friends to this effort. I have risked my life and the lives of those I care most deeply for. I serve with the true heroes of the Belt. My credentials are beyond reproach.\"\n\nBobbie nudged him and nodded toward Micah al-Dujaili. Tears were shining in the man's eyes. Holden nodded. He saw it too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Since my parting of ways with the Free Navy, I have been working with Fred Johnson toward a comprehensive plan that will guarantee the safety and well-being of the Belt.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pa paused, took a deep breath. Holden wondered whether she did that every time she lied, or just when it was a whopper. \"This meeting was intended to be an introduction of that plan and of Captain Holden as integral to it. Unfortunately, while Fred Johnson was able to see the path forward, he isn't able to make that journey with us. As a dedicated citizen of the Belt and a servant of our people, I'm asking you to hear Captain Holden out and then to join with us for a living future. Thank you.\"\n\nEverything about her statement had been negotiated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd lost track of the number of times they'd traded back and forth, Pa asking for something, Avasarala explaining what it really meant, him running between the two of them like a messenger, but learning a little more with every pass." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pa would agree to say they'd been working toward a plan, but not that they'd been working on a plan. She would say that Holden was integral to it, but not that he was central. The whole process had been everything he hated—niggling on details and nuances, fighting over turns of phrase and the order information was presented in, fashioning something that, even where it wasn't outright false, was tailored to be misunderstood. Politics at its most political." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked at the four faces sitting around the table and tried to judge whether it had worked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aimee Ostman looked thoughtful and sour. Micah al-Dujaili was still composing himself, moved by the reminder that his brother had already sacrificed himself in the cause. Carlos Walker, still and silent and unreadable as language in an unknown alphabet. Liang Goodfortune cleared their throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Looks like Inaros has a habit of losing women to you, Captain,\" Goodfortune said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walker chuckled. They'll try embarrassing you a little to see how you react. Don't try to one-up them, or they'll try to escalate out of conflicts later. Stay on point. Naomi stepped back in, came to sit at his side.\n\n\"Losing Fred is hard because it's sad,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He was a friend. But it doesn't change the situation. He formed a plan, and my intention is to follow it. Fred called on each of you because he felt you had something to offer this and also something to gain by it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Carlos Walker's eyes shifted, as if he'd heard something interesting for the first time. Holden nodded to him, an intentionally ambiguous gesture. Then he turned to Bobbie. Her turn to take the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There will be a military aspect to this,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're not getting through any of this without some risk, but we're confident that it is more than outweighed by the rewards.\"\n\n\"You say that as a representative of Mars?\" Aimee Ostman asked.\n\n\"Sergeant Draper has worked as a liaison between Earth and Mars on several occasions,\" Holden said. \"She's here today as a member of my crew.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was odd. Bobbie seemed to grow tenser at the words, gather herself, sit up straighter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she spoke again, her tone was almost exactly the same as it had been before—no louder, no rougher—but something about it had grown fierce. \"I have experience in combat. I've led teams in battle. It is my professional opinion that the proposal Fred Johnson put together is the best hope for the long-term stability and safety of the Belt.\"\n\n\"Find that hard to believe,\" Aimee Ostman said. \"Looks to me like the captain here's been getting all the women and Inaros has been taking all the stations.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before Holden could answer, Micah al-Dujaili snapped back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Looks to me like Inaros is as bad at keeping territory as he is at keeping women.\"\n\n\"Stop it with the 'women' bullshit,\" Carlos Walker said. His voice was surprising. Reedy and musical. A singer's voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The accents of Belter cant were almost absent from it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's juvenile. He lost Dawes too. He lost everyone in this room before he even began, or none of us would be here. Inaros has an open sore where his heart should be, and we all know it. What I want to hear is how you intend to change the dynamic. Every time you move toward him, he's pulled you into overreach. Your consolidated fleet is going to be stretched too thin soon. Is that what you want us for? Cannon fodder?\"\n\n\"I'm not ready to discuss the details,\" Holden said. \"There are security issues we all have to address first.\"\n\n\"Why did you bring us here if it wasn't to tell us what you intended?\" Aimee Ostman said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Liang Goodfortune ignored her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Medina. You're going for Medina.\"\n\nSomething will go wrong. Something always does. They'll see something you didn't mean them to see; they'll have a trap set you didn't know to expect. These are intelligent people, and all of them have their own agendas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When it happens—not if, when—the worst thing you can do is panic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The second worst thing you can do is engage. Holden leaned forward.\n\n\"I'd like to give all of you the opportunity to consult about this before we talk about any of the tactical options,\" Holden said. \"I've spoken to the security chief. You are all welcome to stay here on the station or else return to your ships. Feel free to talk among yourselves or with anyone you think might be useful. You can have access to the station comms unmonitored, or if you'd rather use the systems on your own ships, you won't be recorded or jammed. If you are interested in being involved with this, we'll reconvene here in twenty hours. I'll be ready to go through all the details then, but I will expect your loyalty and commitment in return. If you aren't comfortable with that, you have safe passage away from Tycho anytime within that window.\"\n\n\"And after that?\" Carlos Walker asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"After that's a different country,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll be doing things differently there.\"\n\nHolden, Naomi, and Bobbie all stood. The other four rose a moment later. Holden watched how each of them said their goodbyes or else didn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the doors closed behind the four emissaries, leaving him alone with Naomi and Bobbie, he slumped down in his chair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"God damn,\" he said. \"How does she do this all day, every day? That was maybe twenty minutes start to finish, and I already feel like I should dip my brain in bleach.\"\n\n\"Told you it sucked,\" Bobbie said, leaning against the table. \"Are you sure it's a good idea giving them free rein of the station? We don't know who they're talking to.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We couldn't stop them,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This way it looks like a gesture on our part.\"\n\n\"So theater and palace intrigue,\" Bobbie said.\n\n\"Just for now,\" Holden said. \"Just until they buy in. Once they commit, we can get down to our plan.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Johnson's plan,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then a moment later, \"So, just between us. Did Fred Johnson really have a plan?\"\n\n\"I'm pretty sure he did,\" Holden said, sagging into himself. \"Don't know what it was.\"\n\n\"So this one we're selling?\"\n\n\"I'm kind of making it up.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\nfour sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was no viewing of the body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred Johnson—the Butcher of Anderson Station—had requested that his body be recycled into the system of Tycho Station. Water that had been his blood was likely already coming through the taps and faucets throughout the station. His chalk bones would reenter the food cycle in the hydroponics pools. The more complex lipids and proteins would take longer to become humus for the mushroom farms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred Johnson, like all the dead before him, fell to his component parts, scattered, and entered the world again, changed and unrecognized." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead, there were printed images of him on the chapel wall. A portrait of the man as a colonel in the service of Earth. A picture of him as an older man, still strong in his features but with a weariness creeping in at his eyes. Another of a ridiculously young boy—not more than ten years old—holding a book in one hand and waving with the other, his face split by a massive and childlike grin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were the right ears, the right spacing of the eyes, but Dawes still had to work to believe that happy child had grown into the complex man he'd known and called friend and betrayed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The memorial was in a small chapel so aggressively nondenominational that it was hard to tell the difference between it and a waiting room. Instead of religious icons, there were sober, abstract shapes. A circle in gold, a square in forest green. Intentionally empty symbols meant as placeholders for where something with significance might have been." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Tycho Manufacturing logo in the hallway outside held more meaning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pews were bamboo textured to look like some sort of wood—ash or oak or pine. Dawes had only ever seen pictures of live trees. He wouldn't have known one from another, but it gave the little room some sense of gravitas. Still he didn't sit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He walked past the pictures of Fred Johnson, looking into the eyes that didn't look back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thing in his chest, the one making it hard to breathe, felt thick and complicated.\n\n\"I had a speech ready,\" he said. His voice echoed a little, the emptiness giving it depth. \"Well practiced. You'd have liked it. All about the nature of politics and the finest of humanity being our ability to change to match our environment. We are how the universe consciously remakes itself. The inevitability of failure and the glory of standing back up after it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He coughed out a chuckle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It sounded like a sob. \"What I really meant was I'm sorry. Not just sorry I backed the wrong horse. Am sorry about that. But I'm sorry I compromised you while I did it.\"\n\nHe paused as if Fred might answer, then shook his head.\n\n\"I think the speech would have worked. You and I have so much history behind us. Seems strange. I was a mentor to you once. Well. Feet of clay. You know how it is. Still, I really think you'd have seen the value in having me back. But this Holden prick?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You picked a shit time to die, my friend.\"\n\nThe doors opened behind him. A young woman in an oil-stained Tycho Station jumpsuit and a deep-green hijab stepped in, nodded to him, and took a place in the pew, her head bowed. Dawes stepped back from the pictures of the dead man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was more he wanted to say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Apparently there always would be.\n\nHe took a seat across the aisle from the woman, folded his hands in his lap, lowered his head. There was a profound mundanity in shared grief. A set of rules as strong as any human etiquette, and they didn't allow for him to keep up his one-sided conversation. Not aloud, anyway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Free Navy could have been—ought to have been—a glorious moment for the Belt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inaros had conjured up a full military for them out of nothing. Dawes had told himself at the time that Inaros' failings as a political animal weren't a problem. Were an opportunity, even. As a member of the Free Navy's inner circle, Dawes could exert his influence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Be kingmaker. The cost was high, yes, but the rewards were nothing short of visionary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An independent Belt, cut free of the inner planets. The threat of the gate network under their control. Yes, Inaros was a peacock who made his way through life on charisma and violence. Yes, Rosenfeld had always had a whiff of brimstone about him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Sanjrani was smart, and Pa was capable and dedicated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And if he'd said no, it would all have gone ahead without him anyway.\n\nIt was what he'd told himself. How he'd justified it all. The best would have been that someone besides Inaros had acquired the ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The second best was that Inaros' circle of advisors and handlers include him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So what was third?\n\nAfter the abandonment of Ceres, Dawes had gone on playing the role of elder statesman for a while, even as Pa's rebellion made it impossible to pretend things were on track. When Aimee Ostman had found him, told him that Fred Johnson was putting together a meeting on Tycho, it had looked like an opportunity to broker peace. If not between Earth and the Free Navy, at least with the remains of the OPA." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had been the perfect way to leverage his relationship with Fred into a place at the table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another woman came in, sitting beside the one in the hijab. They exchanged soft words. Two men came in together, sat in the back. Change of shift was coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mourners would be stopping in on their way to work, or on their way back from it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dawes felt a twinge of resentment that they should interrupt his time alone in the chapel. It was irrational and he knew it.\n\nAnd anyway, Fred Johnson had made his wishes clear, even if he hadn't meant to. And Dawes still owed the colonel something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is fucking bullshit is what it is,\" Aimee Ostman said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"James pinché Holden can fuck himself.\"\n\nDawes sipped his espresso and nodded. Holden's first move had been to humiliate her. For reasons Dawes understood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But still, for her to begin by losing face was hard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Forgive him for it,\" Dawes said. \"I have. You should too.\"\n\n\"For for?\"\n\nAimee Ostman scowled and scratched her chin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her quarters in the station were wide and luxurious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One wall was taken entirely by a screen tied to an exterior camera, the resolution so fine it was indistinguishable from a window into space. The divan was spotless cream, the air scented with volatile molecules that mimicked sandalwood and vanilla. Dawes gestured at it all with his demitasse.\n\n\"Look at this,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Room for an ambassador. For a president.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And?\"\n\n\"And he gave it to you,\" Dawes said and took another sip. \"Thought it was doing you honor. Best suite in the station.\"\n\n\"He spat in your face,\" Aimee Ostman said, pointing index and middle finger at him together like the barrel of a gun. \"Kicked you out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes laughed, shrugged. Invited her to laugh and shrug with him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It bit at his soul, but it was the thing to do. \"I showed up unannounced. It was rude of me. Holden was in the right. How would you have been if I'd brought him to the back room at the Apex without telling you first?\"\n\nShe scowled, her eyes tracking low and to the left. \"Should have been more polite about it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe. But he's new at this part.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sat across from him, folded her arms. The clouds in her eyes weren't gone. He wouldn't have expected them to be. But they weren't thick with thunderbolts either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe,\" she said. Grudgingly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I'm not staying. Not after that.\"\n\n\"You should reconsider,\" Dawes said. \"If the plan came from Fred Johnson, it will be solid. And better that you be part of it than not.\"\n\nShe grunted, but there was a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That one found home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dawes leaned into it a little, pressing his advantage.\n\n\"There has to be a grown-up in that room,\" he said. \"Holden's a puppy. We both know that. We need you there to keep him from fucking everything up.\"\n\n\"Holden's the most experienced man in the system,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's been on Medina. He's been past it to the colonies. He walked off Eros Station before it woke up. He fought pirates for us. He went on diplomatic missions for us. His ship has berthed at Tycho Station more than anyplace else since the day he stole it from Mars. Holden has years working with the OPA.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's OPA,\" Liang Goodfortune said, turning left down the corridor so that Dawes had to trot to keep up with them, \"and there's OPA.\"\n\nTycho Station didn't have the same breadth and depth as Ceres. Everyone here had a job or access to one. The brothels were all licensed, the drugs all from a dispensary, the gambling all taxed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the station was also a home to people who'd lived their lives in quiet rebellion against the inner planets, and that meant a kind of demimonde had existed there too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Workers for an Earth corporation whose first loyalty was to the Belt. And so there were clubs where the music had lyrics shouted in Belter cant, where the drinks and food called back nothing to a farmland under the bare sun, where the games were shastash and Golgo instead of poker and billiards. Liang Goodfortune fit in there like they'd never left.\n\n\"So it was Johnson's OPA,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He was a good ally.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He was useful for an Earther,\" Liang Goodfortune said. \"That's not saying much. And Holden's just the same. Another Earther for us to rally around? You know better than that, Anderson. Holden's worked for Johnson and Earth.\"\n\n\"On behalf of the Belt,\" Dawes said. \"UN Navy kicked him to the curb before any of this began. His career was with a water hauler because he couldn't stomach being part of imperial Earth. Coyo can't change where he was born, where he grew up, but he's lived on float. His lover's one of ours.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Savvy you he's loyal to the Belt because he's sleeping with Naomi Nagata? Or you think maybe she's disloyal à the Belt because she's with a squat? That knife cuts from the grip.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Holden has been making a one-man propaganda campaign on behalf of the Belt,\" Dawes said, raising his voice over the ambient musical shout of the nightclub.\n\n\"His amateur anthropology feed? It's insulting y patronizing y shit,\" Liang Goodfortune said.\n\n\"It's well meant. And it's more than other people in his position have done. Holden's a man of action.\"\n\nThey came into the larger room, lights swirling around the bar, music thudding hard enough to press his lungs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes had to lean in until his lips were almost brushing Goodfortune's ear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think if there's anyone in the system better prepared to stand against Inaros, you can't find them and neither can I. Either you make cause with him, or you go hat in hand to the Free Navy and say you're ready to take their table scraps. But do it soon, because I will wager everything I have that even if he has to go to war by himself, James Holden will destroy Marco Inaros before this is done.\"\n\n\"He can't do it alone,\" Dawes said, spreading his hands wide.\n\nThe Desiderata of Bhagavathi had been Carlos Walker's ship for thirty years, and it bore the stamp of his peculiar aesthetic sense in every detail. The anti-spalling covers on the walls were gray, but textured to catch the light in smooth curves that rose and fell like the hills of a vast desert or the not-quite-identifiable skin of nude bodies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The crash couches on the command deck weren't simple, utilitarian gray but a sculpted bronze that had nothing to do with the actual metal and ceramic that made them up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Music played on the speakers so softly it might almost have been Dawes' imagination: harp and flute and a dry, hissing drum. It felt less like a pirate ship than a temple. Maybe there was room for both.\n\n\"That isn't an argument that I should do it with him,\" Carlos Walker said, handing over a drinking bulb." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The whiskey that flooded Dawes' mouth when he sipped was rich and deep and complicated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Carlos Walker smiled, watching him appreciate it. \"I came out of respect for Johnson. I am staying out of respect. That respect doesn't extend to dying on Holden's errands. You say yourself that Medina is too well defended.\"\n\n\"I say it's well defended,\" Dawes said.\n\n\"The rail guns will kill any ship that comes through the ring.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perhaps,\" Dawes said. \"But keep in mind, this is Fred Johnson's plan. And that Fred had access to Michio Pa and all that she knows about the station defense.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Carlos Walker hesitated, though with him it expressed itself only as a slightly longer silence. He shook his head. \"There's risk in leaving Marco Inaros and his Free Navy to play themselves out. There's danger in taking them on. But only one requires that I drive my ship into rail gun fire. I can't agree to it.\"\n\n\"Not every battle is won on the battleground,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I respect your caution, but Holden hasn't asked you to be vanguard. Hasn't even asked you to go through the ring gate. Don't assume he's going to demand heroism and sacrifice. I know his reputation, but no one survives the things he's survived without having a deep capacity for thoughtfulness and foresight. And more than that, strategy. Holden comes across feckless sometimes, truth, but he's a thinker. What he's doing? It's all from the head.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You think he's not angry?\" Dawes said. \"Holden is here as much for vengeance as you are. This is a man who acts from the gut, from the heart, before his head gets in the way.\"\n\nThey were alone in the chapel, except for the images of Fred Johnson. It felt wrong to bring talk of violence and revenge into even as milquetoast a holy place as this, but grief came in all kinds of clothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And this had begun as a moment to show respect for the dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Micah al-Dujaili hunched forward, his arms resting on the back of the pew in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot.\n\n\"Carl talked to me,\" he said. \"Said he couldn't stand by while the Belt starved. And Inaros killed him for it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tried to kill Holden's wife too,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew that wasn't quite true, but this was a moment for broad strokes. \"Not because she was a threat. Not because she was of any sort of strategic value. Just because she'd embarrassed him, and he could.\"\n\n\"Inaros isn't who we thought he was. Everyone, they still call him a hero. They look at Earth and they look at Mars, and they cheer. They still cheer.\"\n\n\"Some still do,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was true. All through the system, Inaros had as many that loved him as had turned away. More, maybe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not him, though. It's the idea of him. The man who stood up for the Belt. Only that man hasn't risen up yet. They only think he has.\"\n\n\"Will this Holden hurt him?\"\n\n\"Every time Holden takes a breath, Marco Inaros suffers,\" Dawes said. And that was probably as close to truth as anything he'd said in the last two days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Micah nodded slowly, then stood, wavering drunkenly, and threw his arms around Dawes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The embrace went on longer than Dawes felt comfortable with. Just as he began to wonder if the other man was starting to black out, Micah stepped back, gave a sharp OPA salute, and walked out of the chapel, wiping his eye against the inside of his wrist. Dawes sat back down.\n\nIt was midshift, and almost midnight for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The three Fred Johnsons still graced the front wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The child, the adult, and the man who, all unknowingly, was at the end of his struggles. Fred Johnson as he had been. The way Dawes remembered him best was tied up and spitting angry the first time they'd met, and the flicker of disappointment in the man's eye when he realized Dawes wasn't going to kill him.\n\nThey'd fought a hell of a fight together, against each other and side by side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then against each other again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The clash of empires, only he wasn't sure what the empires were any longer. Everything they'd done had brought them here, one dead, the other living a life he barely recognized or understood.\n\nHumanity hadn't changed, but it had. The venality and the nobility, the cruelty and the grace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were all still there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was just the particulars he felt shifting away from under him. Everything he'd fought for seemed to belong to a different man in a different time. Well. It was in the nature of torches to be passed. Nothing to be sad about in that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Except that he was sad." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, there you have it,\" he said to the empty air. \"The kingmaker's last hurrah. I hope to hell you knew what you were doing. I hope James Holden is what you thought he could be.\"\n\nIt was almost an hour later that the door opened and a young man came in. Tight dark curls, wide-set warm eyes, a thin apologetic mustache." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes nodded to him, and the man nodded back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment, they were both silent.\n\n\"Perdón,\" the man said. \"Not rushing, me. It's only I'm supposed to take this one down now. It's ... it's on the schedule.\"\n\nDawes nodded and waved him forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man moved hesitantly at first, then reached a point of commitment where the work was just the work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The corporal came down first, then the head of the OPA. The young boy with the book and the grin stayed until last.\n\nThere had been a moment when that child had waved into a camera, decades ago, not knowing the gesture was also his last. The boy and the Butcher were both gone now." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write four sentences sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sex was one of those things where the way it was supposed to work and the way it worked for him didn't always match up real well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew all the stuff about love and affection, and that just seemed like making shit up. He understood making shit up. He also understood how people talked about it, and he could talk about it that way, just to fit in.\n\nIn practice, he recognized there was power in being with another living body, and he respected it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pressure built up over the weeks or months on the burn kind of like hunger or thirst, only slower and it wouldn't kill you if you ignored it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't fight against it. For one thing, that was stupid. For another it didn't help. He just noticed it, kept an eye on it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Acknowledged it was there the same way he would anything powerful and dangerous that was sharing his workspace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When they got into port someplace big enough to have a licensed brothel, he'd go there. Not because it was safe so much as it was an environment where he knew what all the dangers looked like. Could recognize them and not be surprised. Then he'd take care of what needed to be taken care of, and afterward, it wouldn't bother him for a while." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe that was different from everyone else, but it worked for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thing was, he'd usually be able to sleep afterward. Really sleep. Deep and dreamless and hard to pull up out of until he was done. And right now, he was mostly just looking at the ceiling. The last girl—the one called Maddie—was curled up next to him, the sheets draped around her legs, her arm under one pillow, snoring a little." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the good things about getting a room for the whole night is they'd give you a quiet one away from the front." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maddie was someone he'd used and been used by before when the Roci'd been on Tycho, and he liked her as much as he liked anyone that wasn't in his tribe. That she felt safe sleeping next to him warmed something in his stomach that usually stayed cold.\n\nShe had a little gap between her front teeth and skin as pale as anyone he'd ever met. She could blush on command, which was a pretty good trick, and she'd been in the life since she was a kid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before she'd come to Tycho for the legal trade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His own childhood in the illegal trade meant they had context that made the talk before and after more comfortable for him, and she knew he wouldn't pull any of that \"you're better than this\" soul-saving bullshit. He also wouldn't start calling her a bitch and being abusive out of shame the way some johns did. He liked shooting the shit with her afterward, and usually the way she snored just a little didn't keep him from drifting off.\n\nOnly that wasn't what was keeping him awake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He knew what was keeping him awake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He got out of bed quietly so as not to wake her up. He'd paid her and rented the room for the whole night, and the house wasn't about to give him a refund for leaving early, so she might as well get the rest herself. He gathered up his clothes and slipped out into the hallway to get dressed. A john on his way out passed by as he was pulling on his jumpsuit, made brief and awkward eye contact, nodded curtly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos smiled his amiable smile and made room for the guy to go past before he zipped himself in and headed out toward the docks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Roci had spent more time in Tycho than any other port, usually getting put back together after the last whatever went wrong. It wasn't home—nowhere outside the Roci was home—but it was familiar enough that he could feel the differences. It was in the way people talked to each other in the hallways. The kinds of images that played on the newsfeeds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd seen what it was like for a place to change in ways that didn't change back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Earth was like that. Now Tycho. Kind of like a big, slow wave coming out from where the rocks had hit Earth and spreading through everyplace humans were.\n\nThere were people on Tycho who recognized him too. Not like they knew Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden, he couldn't walk through a room anymore without people staring at him and pointing and making a fuss." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos had the sense that was going to be a problem eventually, but it wasn't one he knew how to fix. He wasn't even sure what it implied at this point.\n\nBack at the ship, he headed down to the machine shop and his workstation. The Roci told him that Holden was in the galley with Babs, Naomi was catching some bunk time, and Peaches was at work replacing the hatch seals they'd been talking about." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He made a note on his work schedule to double-check them when she was done, even though he knew they'd be fine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Peaches turned out to be a pretty good worker. Smart, focused, seemed to really enjoy fixing things, and never bitched about the stresses of shipboard life. Perspective, he figured. Shittiest ship there was still had to be better than the best cell in the pit, if only because you got to pick that you were in it.\n\nHe shrugged into his couch, pulled up the technical reports, and spooled through the way he had before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not that he expected to find anything different." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just to see if there was any reaction when he got to the weird bit. He got to it and looked at the data for a while. The torpedoes Bobbie had fired off. Their trajectories. The error logs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he had the same reaction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was bugging him.\n\nHe shut the workstation down.\n\n\"Hey,\" Peaches said, coming up from engineering with an ARL polymer tank slung over one shoulder.\n\n\"Hey,\" he said. \"How's it going?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was still too skinny." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smallest standard jumpsuit still left her swimming in it. They'd had to adjust the code to convince the Roci that anyone flying on her could be so slight. Working made her look healthier, though.\n\nShe thumbed open a storage locker, slid the tank into place, and dropped into her couch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I got the seals replaced, but I don't like the inner airlock door in the cargo bay. It's not throwing errors, but the power's dirty.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dirty dirty? Or inside the error bars but it pisses you off dirty?\"\n\n\"Second one,\" Peaches said, and then grinned. But her grin faded fast. \"You all right?\"\n\nHe smiled. \"Why do you ask?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because you're not all right,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos leaned back, shifted to crack his neck. Part of him wanted to talk to her about the torpedoes, but he couldn't picture Holden doing it. And this was kind of a Holden thing, so he only shrugged. \"Need to talk to the captain about something.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then we're back to the 'throw ships at them until they run out of ammunition' plan,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her voice was clear and sharp. Someone who didn't know her might have thought she was pissed, but Amos was pretty sure that was her having a good time. He hesitated in the corridor outside the galley. Truth was, even if they decided to go after Medina like they were stomping snakes to death, they'd be in port for a couple more days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There'd be time to ask the question later that didn't mean putting his elbow in the planning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he also wanted to get some decent sleep, so he went forward anyway.\n\nThey were sitting across the table from each other, leaning in like two kids dissecting the same frog. The display between them glowed blue and gold. Holden looked tired, but Amos had seen him looking worse one time and another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden was the kind of guy who smoked himself down to the filter if he thought it was the right thing to do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We should talk to Pa again,\" Holden said, looking up at Amos and nodding. \"If we go for the station, we risk losing a lot of people.\"\n\nAmos ambled to the food dispensers. They were topped up fresh, so he had a lot of choices." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a part of him that liked it better when it was just a few." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's called war for a reason, sir,\" Bobbie said. Even though she didn't hit it, the sir had a sting. A reminder that it wasn't just them anymore. \"We know the fire rate. We know the retrain rate. We can do the math. If we can get even a small team onto the surface—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of the alien station that we totally don't understand but strapped a bunch of artillery to anyway,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie wouldn't be interrupted.\n\n\"—we can take control of them. The lack of protection on the station is the best shot I have.\"\n\nAmos keyed in noodle soup. The dispenser hummed and chugged for a second while Holden raised his eyebrows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Best shot you have?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll lead the team,\" Bobbie said.\n\n\"No. Look, I'm not getting you into this just because you want a fight.\"\n\n\"Don't be insulting. Name one other person you know you'd rather combat-drop onto a hostile station and I'll bow out.\"\n\nHolden opened his mouth to reply, then just froze, gaping like a fish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he finally closed it, his only reply was a shrug of defeat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos chuckled. Both of the others turned to look at him as the bowl popped out, steaming and smelling like salt and reconstituted onion. \"Anyone who can shut the cap'n up like that wins the ass-kicking contest every time,\" he said, taking a spoon. \"I'm not the boss of anything, but seems to me like having Babs here and not putting her in the front line? You use a welding rig to weld things. You use a gun to shoot things. You use a Bobbie Draper to fuck a bunch of bad guys permanently up.\"\n\n\"Right tool for the job,\" Bobbie said, and it sounded like thank you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're not tools,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then sighed. \"But you're not wrong. Okay. Just let me consult with Pa and Avasarala and the OPA Council, or whatever we're calling it. In case someone has a better idea.\"\n\nAmos took a spoonful of noodle, sucked it up, and smiled while he chewed.\n\n\"All right,\" Bobbie said. \"But guideline? A decent idea now is way better than a brilliant plan when it's too late.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I hear you,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Bobbie said. \"What about this Duarte asshole? What's Avasarala's guess on his reaction?\"\n\n\"You know,\" Amos said around his noodles, swallowed, \"I hate to bust in, but you think I could borrow the cap'n for a few minutes?\"\n\n\"Problem?\" Holden asked at the same moment Bobbie said, \"Sure.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just need to check something,\" Amos said, smiling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden turned to Bobbie. \"You should get some rest. I'll fire off our notes. If we get enough sleep and eat breakfast after, we might even get some replies back.\"\n\n\"Fair enough,\" Bobbie said. \"You're going to sleep too, right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Like the dead,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just got to finish the stuff first.\"\n\nBobbie rose up and headed out, tapping Amos' shoulder with her knuckles as she passed. A silent Thanks for having my back. He liked her, but that's not why he'd agreed with her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When you got a nail to drive, use the fucking hammer. Just made sense." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos sat down in her vacated spot, but sideways, with his back against the wall and one leg running along the bench. His hand terminal chimed. Some update that Peaches had been running sending its system clear message to the team. As he watched, the Roci updated him: Alex was back on board." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos shut the alerts off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden looked like shit. Not just tired, exactly. His skin got waxy and his eyes sort of sank back in the sockets when that happened. Not exhaustion, then. Something else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked like a kid who just realized he'd jumped in the deep end of the pool and was trying to figure out whether he should embarrass himself by shouting for help or drown with a little dignity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You doing all right?\" Holden asked before Amos had quite gathered his thoughts.\n\n\"Me? Sure, Cap'n. Last man standing. That's me. What about you?\"\n\nHolden gestured, hands out to the walls and bulkheads, the dock and station beyond it. The universe. \"Fine?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, so. Peaches and I were doing the post-fight spit and polish.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"I went over the battle data. You know, usual thing. Make sure the Roci was doing all the stuff we expected her to do. Didn't need anything pinched or crimped or whatever. And, you know, part of that's looking at the armament performance.\"\n\nHolden's jaw shifted just a little. It wasn't much. Probably wouldn't even have lost him a hand of poker, except Amos had known when to look for it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So that was something to remember." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took another spoonful of his soup.\n\n\"Those torpedoes that Bobbie fired off at the end,\" he said. \"One of 'em scored a direct hit.\"\n\n\"I didn't know that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't check.\"\n\n\"It hit,\" Amos said. \"But it didn't go off. A dud is a serious problem. So I started looking at why it failed.\"\n\n\"I disarmed them,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos put down his bowl, abandoned his spoon in it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The display Holden and Bobbie had been looking over shifted, trying to guess what Holden wanted to be shown.\n\n\"But that was the righteous thing to do,\" Amos said. He didn't make it a question, exactly. Just a statement that Holden could agree with or not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't want it to sound like anything was riding on it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden ran his hands through his hair. He looked like he was seeing something that wasn't in the room. Amos didn't know what it was.\n\n\"He showed me her kid,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Marco? He showed me Naomi's son. Showed me that he was on the ship right then. Right there. And ... I don't know. He looks like her. Not like her like her, but family resemblance. In the moment, I couldn't take that away from her. I couldn't kill him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I get that. She's one of us. We take care of us,\" Amos said. \"I'm only asking because those are the bad guys we're planning to go up against again. If we're not willing to win the fight, I'm not sure what we're doing in the cage.\"\n\nHolden nodded, swallowed. The display gave up and shut down, leaving the galley just a little bit darker. \"That was before we got here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Amos said carefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who your tribe is got kind of weird all of a sudden. If you're the new Fred Johnson, that's going to change what it means when you decide not to blow people up.\"\n\n\"It is,\" Holden said. The distress in his expression was like the growl of a power coupler starting to fail. \"I don't know that I'd do it differently if we were back there, in that same moment. I don't regret what I did. But I know next time can't be like that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Naomi should probably be good with that too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was planning to talk to her about it,\" Holden said. \"I may have been putting it off.\"\n\n\"So I gotta ask this,\" Amos said.\n\n\"Shoot.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you the right guy for this job?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Holden said. \"But I'm the guy who got it. So I'm going to do it.\"\n\nAmos waited for a few moments, seeing how that answer sat with him.\n\n\"Okay,\" he said, and stood up. The soup had gotten cold enough to have a little film forming on the top." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He dropped it and the spoon into the recycler." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Glad we got that cleared up. Anything me and Peaches need to put on the schedule? Feeling like we should maybe give Bobbie's stuff the once-over.\"\n\n\"Pretty sure she's already done that a few hundred times,\" Holden said, forcing a smile.\n\n\"Probably true,\" Amos said. \"Well, all right, then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He started out the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden's voice stopped him. \"Thank you.\"\n\nHe looked back. Holden looked like he was hunched, protecting something. Or like someone had kicked him in the chest. Funny how everyone else's image of the guy got bigger and it made the real one seem small." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like there was only so much food to share between the two of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure,\" he said, not certain what he was being thanked for, but pretty solid this was a good answer. \"And hey. If you want, I can change the permissions so that you can't disarm the torpedoes next time. If taking it out of your hands would help.\"\n\n\"No,\" Holden said. \"My hands are fine.\"\n\n\"Cool, then.\" He headed out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the machine shop, Peaches was putting away her tools and running the closing sequences for her diagnostics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tested the new seals,\" she said.\n\n\"They good?\"\n\n\"Within tolerance,\" she said, which was as close as she was probably ever going to get to saying they were good. \"I'll check them again tomorrow when the polymerization's totally done.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The system chirped. She checked the readout, okayed it, and closed the display. \"You heading out to the station?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" Amos said. Now that he bothered to notice, his body was feeling heavy and slow. Like coming out of a hot bath he'd stayed in a little too long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wondered if Maddie was awake yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he got there quick enough, maybe he could finish up his night there. Except no. She'd be going on shift again about the time he was nodding off, and then it wouldn't be clear if he'd come back to screw again, and that'd just be awkward. Unless ... He considered intellectually whether he wanted to screw again, then shook his head. \"Nah, I'm just coming in. Going to grab some sack time now.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 4 sentences, emulating the writing style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fixing your ship was what it meant to be a Belter. Earthers lived lives eating off the government dole and fucking each other into torpor by exploiting the Belt. Dusters sacrificed themselves and anyone else they could get their hands on for the dream of making Mars into a new Earth, even while they hated the old one. And Belters? They fixed their ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They mined the asteroids and moons of the system." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They made every scrap go longer than it was designed to. They used their cleverness and resourcefulness and reliance on each other to thrive in the vacuum like a handful of flowers blooming in an unimaginably vast desert. Putting hand to the Pella was as natural and proper as breathing in after breathing out.\n\nFilip hated that he didn't want to do it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the first days, it was simple on-the-float work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even then, he felt the eyes of the others on him, heard their conversations go quiet when he came in earshot. Josie and Sárta welding in the space between the hulls had said something about the dangers of nepotism, not knowing he was on the frequency, and then pretended they hadn't when he showed up. In the galley, newsfeeds from the crippled Earth were his best companions. His father didn't call for him or restrict his duties." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Either would have been better than this nameless limbo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he'd been cast down, he could at least have taken some pride in having been wronged. Instead, he woke for his shift, went to help with the repairs, and wished that he could be someplace else.\n\nIt was only when it came clear that the dead thruster was going to need a new housing that they burned for a shipyard. In other lives, they'd have tried for Ceres or Tycho, but the second-string yards were still decent. Rhea. Pallas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Vesta." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They didn't use any of those. When his father's order came down, it was for Callisto.\n\nA new escort came, guns bared, to keep the Pella safe from the torpedoes and attack ships of the enemy. But while Earth and Mars and Fred Johnson's OPA probably had their eyes on the Pella, they didn't let themselves be pulled out from their bases and fleets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were a prize, but not one worth risking for." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lying in his crash couch, watching feeds of neo-taarab bands from Europa and half a dozen bad sex comedies because Sylvie Kai had roles in them, Filip fantasized that there would be an attack. Maybe a little fleet led by the Rocinante. James fucking Holden and Filip's own traitorous whore of a mother in command, screaming out after him with their rail gun and torpedoes. Sometimes the fantasy ended with someone else getting the Pella beat up even worse and everyone seeing how hard it was to win that fight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sometimes it ended with them killing the Rocinante, blowing it into glowing gas and shards of metal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sometimes he imagined that they'd lose and die. And the twin points of light in that last and darkest daydream fit together like a clamp bolt in its housing: It would be an end to working on the ship, and also they would never reach Callisto.\n\nThe surviving shipyard on Callisto stood on the side permanently locked facing away from Jupiter. Its floodlights cast long, permanent shadows across the moon's landscape and the ruins of its sister yard, a Martian base shattered years ago." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shattered in one of the first actions by the Free Navy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In Filip's first command. The dust and fines stirred up by the actions of human commerce fell slowly on Callisto, giving an illusion of mist where there was no free water and only the most tenuous atmosphere to carry it. He watched the scattering of floodlights on the moon's surface grow larger as they came in, white and bright and random like a handful of the star field had been grabbed and mashed into the dirt. When the Pella tipped down into a repair berth, the sound of the clamps coming into place was deep as a punch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip unstrapped and made his way to the airlock as soon as he could." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Josie was there—long, graying hair pulled back from his narrow, yellow-toothed face. Josie who'd been on the Callisto raid with him. Who'd been under Filip's command. He lifted his eyebrows as Filip started to cycle the lock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not wearing tués uniform,\" Josie said, only the smallest sneer in his voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not on duty.\"\n\n\"Hast shore leave, tu?\"\n\n\"No one said no,\" Filip said, hating how petulant his voice sounded in his own ears. Josie's gaze hardened, but he only turned away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pressures went equal, or nearly so." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the Pella's outer doors slid open, there was still a little pop. Enough to make Filip feel the change from one place to another, but not so much that his ears hurt from it. A security detail waited on dock wearing light armor with raw places on the shoulder and breast where the indistinct outline of the Pinkwater logo could still be seen like a shadow. He nodded to them with his hands and walked forward, half afraid they'd call him to stop and half hoping for it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd never been to Callisto before his raid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Never seen it before he called the strikes down. He didn't know what it had looked like before, and he could still tell that the surviving half showed the scars. Walking past the dock and into the commercial district, Filip could pick out which walls had been replaced. Here and there, a run of decking had a slightly off color, the sealant not as aged as the runs around it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Little scars. He might not even have noticed if he hadn't known to look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been justified, though. It had been to get the radar-eating paint from the Dusters so that the rocks they threw at Earth would be hard to see. It had been part of the war. And anyway, he hadn't tried to hurt them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was only they were right beside the enemy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Their fault. Not his.\n\nVoices wove a rich and shifting murmur through the wide, tall main hall. A cart blatted for people to clear its path. Work crews in gray jumpsuits wore Free Navy armbands and split-circle OPA tattoos on their wrists." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air smelled of urine and cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip found a place against one wall, set his shoulders against it, and watched like he was waiting for something. Someone to see him, stop, and point an accusing finger. You were the one who tried to kill the yards! You were the one who cracked our seals!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Do you know how many of us died?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He waited for something to happen, but no one took any notice of him one way or the other. He was no one to them. A kid with his back against the wall.\n\nThe bar he ended up in was at the far end of the shipyard complex, close to the tunnels down to the deeper-level neighborhoods and the fast transit to the Jovian observatory on the far side of the moon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't only yard hands at the pressed-polymer tables." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were girls his own age in bright clothes come up from the residential levels below. Older people in academic-looking rumple hunched over their hand terminals and their beers. He'd known vaguely that there was a good upper university somewhere on Callisto, something associated with the technical institutes on Mars. Somehow never put it together in his mind with the place he'd been set to raid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sat apart, at a bright-pink table with a bowl of living grass as a centerpiece." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From there he could watch the oversized wall screens with their scroll of newsfeeds muttering to themselves like angry drunks or else look over the finch-bright girls talking to one another and managing to never glance his way. He ordered black noodles in peanut sauce and a stout from the table display and paid with Free Navy scrip. For a long moment, he thought the table might refuse payment—if it said his money was bad, that would be when the girls looked over at him—but it chimed pleasantly, accepting, and threw up a countdown timer to when his order should come. Twelve minutes. So for twelve minutes, he watched the feeds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Earth still dominated, even in its suffering." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Images of devastation mixed with earnest-looking newsreaders staring into the camera or else interviewing other people, sometimes earnest as sycophants, sometimes yelling like the other coyo'd been fucking their sweethearts. The bright girls ignored the screen, but Filip's eye kept wandering back to it: a street covered in ashes so deep the woman cleaning it had a scarred snow shovel; an emaciated black bear lurching one direction and then another in distress and confusion; some official of the half-dead Earth government surveying a stadium filled with body bags. The beer and noodles came, and he started eating without quite noticing that he had. He watched the march of images, chewed, swallowed, drank." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was like his body was a ship, and all his crew were about their work but not talking to each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pride in the devastation was still there. Those dead were because of him. The ash-drowned cities, the blackened lakes and oceans, the skyscraper burning like a torch because not enough infrastructure still existed to extinguish it. These were the temples and battlements of his people's enemy, fallen into dust and ruin, and thanks to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The raid he'd done here, at this yard, had let it happen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And now here he was with the end and the beginning, one seen through the other like two sheets of plastic laid one on the other. Like time pressed flat. Still a victory and still his, but maybe there was a little aftertaste now, trailing just after like milk on the edge of sour.\n\nSay it like a man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Say I fucked it up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only he hadn't. It hadn't been his mistake.\n\nThe shining girls rose in a flock, touching each other's hands, laughing, kissing each other's cheeks, and then scattered. Filip watched them walk out with a kind of forlorn lust, and so he saw it when Karal walked in. The old Belter could have been a mech driver or a drive tech or a welder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hair was white and thinning and cut close to the scalp." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His shoulders and hands and cheeks showed a lifetime of scars. He stood for a moment, looked around with an air of not thinking much of what he saw, and then lumbered over toward Filip's booth and sat across from him like they'd planned to meet there.\n\n\"Hoy,\" Karal said after an awkward moment.\n\n\"He send you?\" Filip asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No one send me, aber se savvy I ought to come.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip stirred his noodles. The bowl was hardly half empty, but his appetite was already gone. The slow, rolling anger in his gut seemed to take up all the space that food might want. \"No need. Solid as stone, me, and twice as hard.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It sounded like a boast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like an accusation. Filip wasn't even sure what he'd wanted the words to be, but not this. He ground his fork into the mash of noodles and sauce, shoved the bowl to the edge of the table for the server to take away. He kept the stout, though.\n\n\"Not throwing signs, me,\" Karal said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But was a time I was your age. Long time, but I remember it. Me y mis papá used to have it out sometimes. He'd get high and I'd get drunk and we'd spend the whole day sometimes yelling at each other about who was the dumbest asshole. Throw punches sometimes. Pulled a knife once, me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Karal chuckled. \"He cracked my ass the other way for that one. All I'm saying, fathers and sons, they fight. But you and yours? It's different, yeah?\"\n\n\"If you say,\" Filip said.\n\n\"Your da? He's not just your da. Marco Inaros, leader of the Free Navy. Big man, him. So much on his shoulders. So much he's thinking on, worrying on, planning on, and it's not like tu y la can scrap it out like the rest of us.\"\n\n\"That's not what it is,\" Filip said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No? Bist bien, then. What's it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Karal said, and his voice was soft and warm and gentle.\n\nThe anger in Filip's gut was shifting, unsteady as a scab on an infected wound. The rage and righteousness started to feel less authentic, like a wrap tied around something that wasn't either. That was something worse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip gripped his hands in fists so tight they ached, but he lost his hold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The anger—not even anger, petulance—slid to the side and an oceanic sense of guilt rose up in him like a flood. It was too big, too pure, too painful to even have a single event to focus it.\n\nIt wasn't that he regretted leaving the ship without permission or missing his shots on the Rocinante or killing Earth or wounding Callisto. It was larger than that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Regret was the universe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Guilt was bigger than the sun and the stars and the spaces between them. Whatever it was, all of it, was his fault and his failing. It was more than he'd done something bad. Like the fossil of an ancient animal was flesh that had been replaced by stone, whoever Filip had been once had kept his shape but been replaced by a raw and rising sense of loss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I feel ...wrong?\" Filip said, scrabbling for words to describe something so much bigger than language." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I feel ... I feel like—\"\n\n\"Fuck,\" Karal said, breathy and sharp. His eyes were fixed behind Filip. Caught by something on the newsfeed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip turned, craning to see the screen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred Johnson looked out from the wall, dark-eyed, calm, somber. A red banner beneath him read, Confirmed Dead After Free Navy Attack. When he turned back, Karal had already pulled out his hand terminal and was shifting through newsfeeds as quickly as his crooked fingers could manage. Filip waited, then took his own terminal out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't hard to find." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was all over the feeds—Belt and inner planets both. Sources from Tycho Manufacturing Collective on Earth were confirming the death of Frederick Lucius Johnson, formerly of UN Navy and longtime political activist, community organizer, and spokesman of the Outer Planets Alliance. He'd died as a result of injuries sustained during an ambush by forces of the Free Navy ...\n\nFilip read it all, aware that there was something to it he wasn't understanding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was only a wash of words and images, disconnected from his life, until Karal, across the table from him and grinning, spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gratulacje, Filipito. Guess you got him after all.\"\n\nBack on the Pella, music was playing over the ship system. A bright mix of steel drum and guitar and men's ululating voices raised together in celebration. Sárta, one of the first to see Filip when he came down the corridor from the airlock, scooped him up in her arms, pressing his cheek against hers and leaving him uncomfortably aware of her breasts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she kissed him—briefly, but on the lips—she tasted of cheap mint liquor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The galley was packed like a party. The whole crew, it seemed, gathered together in front of the newsfeeds that announced the death of the Butcher of Anderson Station. The heat of their bodies made the room feel stifling. His father was in among them, smiling and strutting and clapping people on the shoulder like the groom at a particularly fortunate wedding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the sulking and menace were gone from his expression." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he caught sight of Filip across the crowded room, he put his hands together in front of his heart making a celebratory double fist.\n\nThis was, Filip realized, the first real victory since the first attack on Earth. Marco had been claiming success after success, but they'd all been for retreats and scuffles or the discipline killing of mutineers like the Witch of Endor. From the moment they'd left Ceres, the Free Navy had needed a solid, unequivocal success, and this was it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No wonder even the sober seemed drunk with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The newsfeed shifted, a Free Navy logo appearing in its place, and the roar of the group grew even louder as each told the others to be quiet. Someone cut the music and put the audio for the newsfeed in its place. When Marco appeared on the screen, more dignified and statesmanlike than the actual grinning man in the room, his voice rang all through the Pella.\n\n\"Fred Johnson claimed to speak for the same people he oppressed. He began his career by slaughtering Belters, then pretended to be our voice. His years as a representative of the OPA were marked by pleas for complacence, patience, and the constant deferment of the freedom of the Belt. And his fate will be the fate of all who stand against us. The Free Navy will defend and protect the Belt from all enemies, internal and external, now and forever.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The speech went on, but the crew began cheering so loudly, Filip couldn't hear it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco lifted his arms, not to quiet them but to bathe in the noise. His shining eyes found Filip again. When he spoke, Filip could read the words on his lips: We did it.\n\nWe, Filip thought as Aaman jostled into him, pressed a bulb of something alcoholic into his palm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We did it. When it was a mistake, it was mine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When it was a victory, it was ours.\n\nIn the center of the joyful storm, Filip felt himself growing still. A flicker of memory came to him, strong and rich with import as an image from a dream. He couldn't place its source." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A film he'd watched, he thought." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some drama where a stunningly beautiful woman had looked into the camera and in a voice made from smoke and muscle had said, He put blood on my hands too. He thought it would make me easier to control." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with four sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going four sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good morning, Sunshine,\" Sandra Ip said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex blinked, closed his eyes, cracked open just the left one. He'd been in the middle of a dream where apple juice had gotten into the coolant feeds on a ship that was both the Rocinante and his first ship back when he'd been in the Martian Navy. The sense that he was supposed to fix something lingered even as the details faded. Sandra, naked, smiled down at him and he stopped trying to hold on to the dream." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey to you too, Pookie,\" he growled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The night's sleep left his voice deep and gravelly. He stretched up his arms, palms flat against her headboard, and pressed to stretch down between his shoulder blades. His toes reached out past the edge of the blanket, and she pinched them playfully as she walked back toward the shower. He lifted his head to watch her retreat, and she looked back to watch him watch her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where you headed?\" he asked, partly because he wanted to know, partly just to keep her in the room a few seconds more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've got a shift on the Jammy Rakshasa today,\" she said. \"Drummer's making sure all these OPA bigwigs feel like we're taking care of them.\"\n\n\"Jammy Rakshasa,\" Alex said, laying his head back down. \"That's a weird name for a ship.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It think it's some kind of in-joke with Goodfortune's people. Decent ship, though.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her voice echoed a little from the bathroom. \"The weirdest ship I ever worked was called the Inverted Loop. Gravel miner made out of a salvaged luxury yacht. The captain had this thing about open space, so they'd cut all nonstructural walls and decking out.\"\n\nAlex frowned up at the ceiling. \"Seriously?\"\n\n\"When that thing was under thrust, you could drop a bearing in the cockpit and listen to it hit every deck down to the reactor. It was like flying in a balloon full of sticks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That ain't right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The captain was a guy named Yeats Pratkanis. He had some issues, but his crew loved him. Nothing like the stupid shit people do for a captain when they're really invested in not seeing how fucked up he is.\"\n\n\"S'pose that's true.\"\n\nThe sound of water splashing against metal announced the shower, but Alex could tell by the music of it that her body wasn't in the flow yet. He looked up again, found her in the doorway, her arms lifted above her to rest against the frame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was only a little younger than him, and the years showed on her body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Silver ghosts of stretch marks just visible along her belly and breasts. The fuzzy tattoo of a waterfall down the side of her left leg. A jagged scar that puckered the flesh of her right arm. Hers was not the beauty of youth but of experience, same as his." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still, he could see the girl she'd been in the way she lifted her eyebrows, shifted her weight into her hip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You want to take a shower, Sunshine?\" she asked with false innocence.\n\n\"Oh hell yes,\" Alex said, hauling himself up from the bed. \"Yes, I do.\"\n\nEver since that first night on Ceres, he and Sandra had been spending a chunk of their off hours in each other's company this way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When they'd been on the Roci, they'd split their time between his cabin and hers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here on Tycho, her quarters had become their default. She'd been on the station long enough for her seniority and union rules to land her two rooms, a private bath, and a bed that was a lot more comfortable for two than trying to fit into the same crash couch.\n\nAs love affairs went, Alex had been surprised at first and a little wary. Sandra's sexuality was joyful and unrestrained." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had taken him a little time to knock the rust off and join her in it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd had a few lovers before he'd gotten married, one—shamefully—while he was, and a couple dalliances afterward. A woman's full and delighted attention wasn't something he'd ever expected to have again. Once he convinced himself that, yes, this was really happening, he fell into it like he was sixteen.\n\nAfter the shower, they toweled each other dry and he helped put lotion on her back where she couldn't reach, and a little where she probably could too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She put on her uniform, tied back her hair, then brushed and gargled while he crawled back into the bed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Another day of sloth for you?\" she asked.\n\n\"I'm a pilot with nowhere to go,\" he said, stretching his arms out in a gesture that said, It's not my fault. She laughed.\n\n\"This is why I'm not one,\" she said. \"Engineers always have something to do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You need to learn to relax.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well,\" she said, her voice taking on a low purr that was come-on and laughing at the come-on both, \"you keep setting me an example and maybe some of it'll rub off on me.\"\n\n\"Maybe when your shift's over, we could order in.\"\n\n\"It's a plan,\" she said, then checked the time on her hand terminal and grunted. \"Okay. I've got to run.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll lock up when I go,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll sleep in my bed all day like a lion.\"\n\n\"Or that.\"\n\nShe kissed him before she left. He let himself sink into the pillows after the door closed, rested there for a long moment, then stood up and gathered his clothes from the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sandra's quarters were soft and welcoming in a way he wasn't used to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The comforter wadded and shaped at the foot of the bed was a pale blue with a pattern of lace at the edges. Sandra had hung draping cloth at the corners of the room to soften the light and disguise the edges. Her desk had a small glass vase with dried roses arranged in it. The peppery smell of spent perfume sank into his clothes when he was here, so that hours later he'd walk through a draft and be suddenly and viscerally reminded of her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The women he'd lived with these last years—Naomi, Bobbie, even Clarissa Mao now—weren't the sort for frills and softness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Plush pillows and rosewater. Being around that particular kind of femininity was familiar enough to be comfortable, exotic enough to make this time, this moment, this relationship something all his own. Turned out some part of him had wanted something all his own.\n\nOr maybe—pulling on the same sock he'd worn yesterday—it wasn't even that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe it was only that he knew how much the war might take from them all, and Sandra Ip was his chance to refill some cistern of his heart and body that there wasn't going to be time for later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A place of gentleness and affection and pleasure like a hurricane eye. He hoped she felt the same about him. That they were stocking up good memories, him and Sandra both, against the history that was about to unfold around them.\n\nIt was getting harder and harder to shrug off the sense of dread back on the Rocinante." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The days since they'd arrived on Tycho had been one endless meeting for Holden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he wasn't fencing with Carlos Walker about what supplies and support the OPA could provide, he was trading long recorded messages with Michio Pa about the firing rate of the Free Navy's rail gun artillery in the slow zone. When he wasn't reporting to or getting reports from Avasarala, he and Naomi and Bobbie were comparing positional maps of the system with Aimee Ostman and Micah al-Dujaili. Holden never seemed to lose his temper, never seemed to rest. Every time Alex saw him, Holden smiled and was pleasant and upbeat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he hadn't spent years with the man, he might almost have been fooled into thinking things were going well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the man in the meetings, pacing the corridors of the Rocinante or the docks outside them, sitting hunched over his flickering hand terminal, wasn't really James Holden at all. It was like Holden had become an actor and his role was James Holden. The surface was whatever it needed to be at the moment. That wasn't the man he knew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex could feel the howling void of desperation and despair behind everything he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It showed in the others too. Naomi had become quieter, more focused. Like she was always in the middle of puzzling through an impossible problem. Even Amos seemed on edge, though what it was about was so subtle that Alex couldn't have said for certain if that was even true." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It might just have been his own fears projected against Amos' blank slate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And if Bobbie and Clarissa seemed immune from it all, it was only because they were relatively new to the ship. They didn't know the feel and rhythm of the Rocinante well enough yet to hear when she went slightly out of tune.\n\nAnd every story of the Free Navy—another ship captured or killed, another Earth spy caught and executed on Pallas or Ganymede or Hall Station, another rock intercepted before it could hit Earth—turned the ratchet one more notch. The consolidated fleet was going to have to do something. And soon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The little restaurant just off the main hall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bright lights, a little redder spectrum than the sun. Syncopated harp-and-dulcimer music, which was apparently in fashion these days. Tall stools around a white ceramic bar. A plate of something not entirely unlike chicken in a vindaloo that was better than it had any right to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sandra had introduced the place to him the first night on Tycho, and he'd become a regular since." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hand terminal chimed the connection request, and Alex accepted it with his thumb. Holden appeared on the screen. It might just have been the dim light on the command deck or the blue of the monitor the captain was sitting in front of, but his skin looked waxy, his eyes flat and exhausted. \"Hey,\" Holden said. \"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thanks for askin',\" Alex said, maybe a little too heartily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt like he needed to haul the energy of the conversation up when he talked to Holden these days. As if he could inject health into the man by being so damned chipper at him. \"I'm just finishing some breakfast. What's up?\"\n\n\"Um,\" Holden said, and blinked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a moment, he looked surprised." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like what he was about to say seemed a little implausible to him. \"We're looking to ship out in about thirty hours. Clarissa and Amos are in the middle of their sleep shifts, but I'm calling an all-hands meeting in four hours so we can make sure we've got everything in order.\"\n\nThe way he said it sounded like an apology. Alex felt the words land like he was drinking something cold on an empty stomach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll be there,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're good?\"\n\n\"Cap,\" Alex said, \"this is the Roci. I made sure we were topped up and ready as soon as the docking clamps were in place. We could take off five minutes from now and be fine.\"\n\nHolden's smile said he'd understood all Alex's subtext. \"Still, good to get everyone together and double-check.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No argument,\" Alex agreed. \"Four hours?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Four and change,\" Holden said. \"If Amos sleeps in, I'm going to let him.\"\n\n\"See you on board then,\" Alex said, and they dropped the connection. He took another bite of the vindaloo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't taste as good." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He slid bowl and fork to the recycler, stood up, waited a few seconds just so he wouldn't be going to find Sandra quite yet.\n\nHe went off to find Sandra.\n\nDespite its name, the Jammy Rakshasa was an unexceptional-looking ship. Wide at the front, boxy, with a random studding of PDCs and thrusters scattered over her skin in a way that spoke of generations of use and modifications, the design growing and changing and leaving artifacts of its previous incarnations like a house altered by tenant after tenant until the original architecture was all but lost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A Belter ship. If it hadn't been for the high security presence, both on the dock and floating around the ship itself, he'd have wondered if he was looking at the right one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He waited outside the utility airlock, holding on to the wall with one hand as he floated. He saw Sandra before she saw him. A cluster of engineers and mechanical techs in environment suits floating together at a wall display, four different conversations going among the seven of them. Her hair was in a ponytail that waved like a flag when she shook her head, impatient with what the man beside her was saying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she glanced in Alex's direction, she did a quick double take." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He saw the smile start on her lips, saw it wilt. She finished her discussions, pushed herself off, gliding through the air toward him. By the time she grabbed a handhold and pulled herself to a halt, the knowledge was already in her eyes.\n\n\"Well,\" she said. \"Orders came through?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her expression softened, her gaze tracing the curves of his face. He looked at her, memorizing the shape of her eyes, her mouth, the little scar at her temple, the mole tucked almost behind her ear. All the details of her body. A bad habit in the back of his head fed him all the wrong things to say: You should ship out with us and I can resign and stay here with you and I'll come back if you wait for me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the things that would make her feel better right then in the moment and break her trust in him later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the things he'd said to women he loved before and not meant then either. She laughed gently, like she'd heard him thinking.\n\n\"I was never looking for a husband,\" she said. \"I've had husbands. They're never what they're cracked up to be.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My track record is I make a pretty shitty one anyway,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am glad you're my friend,\" she said. \"You make a great friend.\"\n\n\"You make a great lover,\" Alex said.\n\n\"Yeah,\" Sandra said. \"You too. So how long?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Captain's called a meeting in\"—he checked the time—\"a little over three hours. Says we're heading out in a little less than thirty.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know where?\"\n\n\"I expect he'll tell me when I get there,\" Alex said. He took her gloved hand. She squeezed his fingers gently and then let them go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So I get a lunch break in about an hour and a half,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were casual words, spoken carefully. Like if she bit down too hard, she might break them. \"I could take it a little early. You want to meet up at my place? Freshen up the luck one last time before you go?\"\n\nAlex put his hand to her cheek." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She braced a leg against the wall so she could press into his palm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How many millions of times had people had this exact conversation before? How many wars had put two people together for a moment and then washed them apart? There had to be a tradition of it. A secret history of vulnerability and want and all the things that sex promised and only occasionally delivered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were just one more couple among all the countless others." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It only hurt this time because it was them.\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said. \"I'd love that.\"\n\nThe galley of the Rocinante smelled like coffee and maple-flavored syrup. Naomi shifted when Alex came in, making room for him on the bench." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos sat on her other side, looking into nothing and scooping scrambled eggs from a bowl with two fingers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His eyes were still puffy from sleep, but he seemed alert otherwise. Clarissa stood in the doorway, uncertain but present. Alex thought about getting some food, but he wasn't hungry. It would only have been so he had something to do with his hands." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A conversation between Bobbie and Holden echoed down the lift as they approached, their voices hard and competent and businesslike." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe even a little excited. There was an anticipation in the air that didn't feel like joy, but wasn't entirely unlike it either.\n\nThe melancholy in Alex's chest and throat eased a little as they came in, Bobbie taking the bench across from him while Holden headed for the coffee. When he'd left Sandra's quarters to come here, he'd carried a sense of loss with him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He still felt it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Would feel it for maybe days, maybe weeks, maybe forever. But not as strongly. And his people were here. His crew, his ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The worst of the sting was already over and the sweet, he thought, would last." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For him. Hopefully for Sandra. It was great sharing a moment with a genuinely good woman. There was a pleasure in coming home again too.\n\nHolden took a sip of his coffee, coughed, and took another one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clarissa slid in and took a seat behind Amos as if she could hide behind him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Holden ambled over—head down, expression distracted—Bobbie reached across and tapped Alex on the wrist.\n\n\"You good?\"\n\n\"Right as rain,\" Alex said. \"Said my goodbyes.\"\n\nBobbie nodded once. Holden sat down facing them all, sideways on the bench." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 4 sentences sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avasarala screamed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her breath ripped out of her throat, abrading her flesh as it passed. She tasted bile in the back of her mouth, and her legs trembled, ached, burned as she tried to push the steel plate another centimeter away.\n\n\"Come on,\" Pieter said. \"You can do this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She screamed again, and the plate moved away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her legs went almost straight. The impulse to push through and lock her knees took effort to resist. It might snap her knees back the other way, but then at least this would be done.\n\n\"That's eleven,\" Pieter said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go for twelve. One more.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fuck your mother.\"\n\n\"Come on. Just one more rep. I'll be here to help.\"\n\n\"You're an asshole and nobody loves you,\" she gasped, lowering her head. The worst was the nausea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leg day always seemed to mean nausea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pieter didn't care. He was paid not to care.\n\n\"You're going down the well in twelve days,\" he said. \"If you want the leader of Earth, the hope and light of civilization, to get wheeled off the shuttle in a chair, you can stop. If you want her to stride out in front of the cameras like a Valkyrie returned from the underworld and ready for battle, you'll go for twelve.\"\n\n\"Sadistic fuck.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're the one who fell behind on your exercise schedule.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've been saving the fucking species.\"\n\n\"Saving humanity doesn't prevent bone-density loss or muscular atrophy,\" he said. \"And you're stalling. One more.\"\n\n\"I hate you so much,\" she said, letting her knees bend, easing the steel plate back closer to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted to cry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wanted to puke all over Pieter's pretty white exercise shoes. She wanted to be doing anything else at all.\n\n\"I know, sweetie. But you can do this,\" he said. \"Come on.\"\n\nAvasarala screamed and pushed the steel plate away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Afterward, she sat on the fake-wood bench in the locker room with her head in her hands until the idea of moving didn't disgust her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she did finally stand up, the gray-clad woman in the mirror seemed unfamiliar. Not foreign precisely, but certainly not her. Thinner, for one thing, with sweat stains at the armpits and under the breasts. White hair that didn't fall to her shoulders so much as flow out, the thin lunar gravity too weak to pull it down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman in the mirror looked Avasarala up and down with dark, judgmental eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Some fucking Valkyrie,\" Avasarala said, then headed for the shower. \"You'll have to do.\"\n\nThe good news was that Mars had finally slogged its way through its constitutional crisis, done the obvious thing, and put Emily Richards in as prime minister. No, that wasn't fair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was more going well than just that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rioting in Paris was under control now, and the racist cells in Colombia had been identified and isolated without any more murders. Saint Petersburg had fixed its water-recycling problem, at least for the moment. Gorman Le's mystery yeast was doing everything it had claimed on the tin, which increased the overall food supply for the survivors, and the reactors in Cairo and Seoul were working again so they could make use of it. Fewer dead people. Or at least fewer dead right now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next week was always next week, and always would be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bad news still outweighed the good. The second wave of deaths hadn't slowed yet. The medical infrastructure was saturated. Thousands of people were dying every week from conditions that even a year ago would have been easily treated or cured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The violence over resources hadn't by any means stopped either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were vigilante raids in Boston and Mumbai. Reports of whole police forces going rogue and hoarding relief supplies in Denver and Phoenix. The oceans were being choked. The sludge of dust and debris wasn't sinking as quickly as the models had suggested, and the light-eating plants and microbiota were dying off as a result." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If there hadn't been so many fucking human beings stressing the food webs over the last few centuries, the system might have been more robust." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or it might not have. It wasn't as though they had a second Earth to use as a control. History itself was a massive n=1 study, irreproducible. It was what made it so difficult to learn from." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After her shower, she changed into a lime-green sari, did her hair and her makeup." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was starting to feel a little better. It was the pattern she was noticing. The actual exercise left her miserable, but once she'd recovered, the rest of her day seemed to go a little better. If it was only the placebo effect, that was enough." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd take what she could get, even if it was only tricks of the mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she was almost ready to face the rest of her day, she opened an audio-only connection to Said. \"Where do we stand?\" she said instead of hello.\n\n\"The security group from Mars is finishing their meal,\" Said answered without missing a beat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They'll be in the conference hall in half an hour. Admiral Souther will be there with you if you need him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Always good to have a penis in uniform in the room,\" Avasarala said sourly. \"God knows they might not take me seriously otherwise.\"\n\n\"If you say so, ma'am.\"\n\n\"It was a joke.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you say so, ma'am. There's also a report in from Ceres Station. Admiral Coen has confirmed that the Giambattista is under burn just the way Aimee Ostman promised.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Avasarala held a pearl earring to her left ear, considering it. Nice. Understated. Didn't go with the sari, though.\n\n\"I'm sorry, ma'am?\" Said's voice was confused.\n\n\"I didn't say anything.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You ... ah ... you growled.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did I? Probably just an editorial comment about how pleased I am that we're trusting the fucking OPA now. Ignore it and continue.\"\n\n\"That's all you have on the schedule for today,\" he said, almost apologetically. \"You did ask me to keep the afternoon clear in case the security briefing went long.\"\n\n\"So I did,\" she said, trying a pair of aquamarine studs that were much better." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Word from The Hague?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They say your office will be ready and the critical staff will be in place. We're on track to move the seat of governance back to the planet surface on schedule.\"\n\nShe imagined she heard a certain pride in Said's voice at that. Well, good. He ought to be proud. They all ought to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Earth might be a pile of corpses and shit, but it was their pile of corpses and shit, and she was tired of looking up at it from the moon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"About fucking time,\" she said. \"All right. Tell Souther I'm on my way. And to bring me a sandwich or something.\"\n\n\"What sort would you like? I can meet you with—\"\n\n\"No, tell Souther to do it,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He'll think it's funny.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The conference room was the single most secure chamber in the solar system, but it didn't wear that on its sleeve. It was small enough for six people to sit comfortably. Red curtains on the walls to hide the air recyclers and the heaters. The table was wide, dark, and set just a little low to give a few centimeters more room for the holographic display." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not that anyone ever used holographic displays." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Showy, but not functional. The Martian military attaché wasn't here to be wowed by graphic design, and Avasarala liked him for that.\n\nThe man himself—Rhodes Chen—sat on one side of the table with his secretary and assistant to either hand. Souther was already there too when she arrived, leaning back in his chair and laughing with Rhodes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A small tin plate waited at her chair—white bread and cucumbers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Chen saw her, he stood, and all the others with him. She waved him back down.\n\n\"Thank you for coming,\" she said. \"I wanted to be sure our allies on Mars were entirely up-to-date on the situation with the Free Navy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Prime Minister Richards sends her regrets,\" Chen said, taking his seat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Things are still unsettled back at home, and she didn't feel comfortable being physically absent from the government building.\"\n\n\"I understand,\" Avasarala said. \"And your wife? Michaela? Is she feeling better?\"\n\nChen blinked. \"Why ... yes. Yes, she's doing much better. Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avasarala turned to Souther." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Admiral Chen's wife went to the cooperative school with my daughter Ashanti when they were girls,\" she said. Not that Chen remembered that, or had even known. In fairness, the girls hadn't been particularly close, but you played the angles the universe gave you. She picked up her sandwich, took a bite, and put it back down to give Chen a moment to hide his discomfort." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm going to have to ask your staff to leave,\" Avasarala said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They can be trusted,\" Chen said, nodding as if he'd agreed.\n\n\"Not by me, they can't,\" Avasarala said. \"We won't hurt them. But they can't stay.\"\n\nChen sighed. His secretary and assistant politely gathered up their things, nodded to Souther and Avasarala, and left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Souther lowered his head, waiting for the system to report whether either had left anything behind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It would be sad to come this far and have a bug in the room. A moment later he shook his head.\n\n\"Now then,\" she said. \"Shall we get down to business?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chen didn't object, and Souther pulled up a schematic of the solar system in its present state." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sun and the ring gate as the major axis, and the planets and moons, stations and asteroids, scattered as the laws of orbital mechanics had placed them. As with any tactical map on that scale, the proportionality had suffered a little in favor of visibility. In truth, all of humanity's children lived on scattered stones smaller than dust on the face of the ocean. They hid the fact with graphics and highlighted lists of ship names and vectors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had the map matched the territory, there would have been nothing to see." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even the Earth with her suffering billions would have been less than a pixel.\n\nBut the Free Navy showed there in yellow. The consolidated fleet in red. Michio Pa's breakaway ships and their new OPA let's-call-them-allies in gold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was rough and ugly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Souther pulled up a pointer, and drew the room's attention to the ring gate at the system's edge.\n\n\"Our target is Medina Station,\" he said in his oddly high-pitched, musical voice. \"There are several reasons for that, but critically, it's the choke point for passage through to the colony systems, including Laconia, where former Martian naval officer Winston Duarte appears to have set up shop. Whoever has possession of Medina and its defenses controls the ring gates and traffic through them. It will reopen trade and colonization ships for us, and cut Inaros' supply lines from his ally.\"\n\nChen leaned forward, his elbows on the table, eyes glittering with the reflection of the display." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hadn't reacted at all to Duarte's name." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Good poker face, and he'd expected to hear it. Richards wasn't trying to deny the Martian Navy's role in this clusterfuck. That was good. She took another bite of the sandwich and wished she'd thought to bring some pistachios. She didn't have much appetite right after lifting weights, but when it returned, she was ravenous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Inaros' method of operation up to now has relied on strategic retreat,\" Souther continued." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stripping and abandoning territory rather than trying to hold it and leaving the support of the people left behind to the consolidated fleet. It has served him well in that we have been reluctant to overextend our defensive force, and the Free Navy has been able to carry out raids and attacks of opportunity on both Earth and Martian forces and dissenting factions on their own side.\"\n\n\"The pirates,\" Chen said.\n\n\"The pirates,\" Avasarala agreed. No need to beat around that particular bush." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We believe that strategy will fail with Medina,\" Souther said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Its importance is too great to abandon. And if we're wrong and the Free Navy does abandon it ... Well, then we have all the advantages we were hoping for and he looks like a joke.\"\n\n\"He won't abandon it,\" Avasarala said.\n\n\"What about the rail guns?\" Chen asked. An interesting move, showing that Mars already knew about the defensive artillery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wasn't quite certain what letting her know they knew that was meant to achieve." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Souther glanced at her. She nodded. No reason to pretend ignorance.\n\n\"Our best intelligence on that comes from the defectors from the Free Navy. Captain Pa of the Connaught was one of Inaros' inner circle. Our understanding is that the rail guns set up on the alien station are Medina's first line of defense. The station proper also had PDCs and a supply of torpedoes left by Duarte, but the rail guns are set to defend and destroy any unauthorized ships that pass through the ring gates.\"\n\n\"That seems like a problem,\" Chen said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your thoughts on how to overcome that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're going to send a shitload of ships through the ring gates,\" Avasarala said as Souther shifted from tactical to an image of the Giambattista. It wasn't a pretty ship: large, boxy, and awkward.\n\n\"This is a converted water hauler crewed by the Ostman-Jasinzki faction of the Outer Planets Alliance,\" Souther said. \"It has been loaded with slightly under four thousand small craft. Breaching pods, small transports, prospecting skiffs. A devil's brew. We're calling it our Surinam toad, but the ship's registered as the Giambattista.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That thing has four thousand reactors in it?\" Chen said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Souther said. \"Most of the engines are chemical rockets or compressed-gas thrusters. Many of them are hardly more than environment-suit thrusters welded to a steel box. That is part of the reason they're being carried to the edge of the ring before they're ever deployed. These aren't long-range craft. At a guess, I'd say half of them would be hard-pressed to make the trip from the ring gate to Medina under the best of circumstances. There are also several thousand torpedoes with a mixed but generally low-yield assortment of warheads.\"\n\n\"So, chaff,\" Chen said. \"Cannon fodder.\"\n\n\"We're not putting people on all of them,\" Avasarala said. \"Even the OPA's not that suicidal.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Souther went on. \"A fraction—the best ships—will carry a ground-attack group, whose mission will be to take control, not of Medina but of the rail-gun emplacements themselves. Once our forces control those, we expect Medina Station to capitulate. And since the rail guns were intended to defend Medina from more than thirteen hundred gates, and we're only going to focus on the Sol and Laconia gates, we have reason to expect a relatively strong defensive position, which we can reinforce not only from Sol but with the colony ships that have already passed through and are willing and able to come to our assistance.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Chen said.\n\n\"You sound skeptical,\" Avasarala said.\n\n\"No offense, ma'am,\" Chen said. \"But I'm looking at this, and it doesn't square. If Inaros has been trying to tempt the fleet into overreach—spreading our forces too thin—then this run out to the edge of the system seems like his dream scenario. Unless you're planning to send it unescorted, in which case you might as well not send it at all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The escort will be a salvaged Martian corvette with a keel-mounted rail gun of its own,\" Souther said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Rocinante is already burning on an intercept course. It's going from Tycho Station, so it's in the neighborhood. Relatively speaking.\"\n\n\"There are also advantages to having that particular asset in place on Medina when we take it,\" Avasarala said.\n\nChen's laugh was thin and despairing. Avasarala stretched her right leg, feeling the ache in it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be worse in the morning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lifting weights was an argument against a benign God. As if that needed more evidence.\n\n\"Why bother, then?\" Chen asked. \"A single escort ship and an old ice hauler heading out to the most sensitive strategic position in the system? I don't mean to be rude, but I have to think you don't like the people in those ships very much. They're going to have the whole Free Navy chasing them out and turning them to slag before they're a million klicks from the ring gate.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That,\" Souther said, \"remains to be seen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If Chen had been a dog, his ears would have gone up just then. Avasarala saw it in his face and the set of his shoulders. \"This,\" she said, \"is why we need to talk. In private. Securely. I need assurances, Mr. Chen, that the rot at the heart of your navy was well and truly burned out. I trust Emily Richards to look out for her own best interests and Mars' too. In that order. And I've done a deep background check on you.\"\n\n\"You've ... excuse me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avasarala put out her hands, palms facing each other about a meter apart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've got a report on you this thick. I know every pimple you've popped since your voice broke. Everything. Praiseworthy, shameful, indifferent. Everything. I have violated your privacy in ways you can't imagine.\"\n\nChen went white, then red. \"Well,\" he said.\n\n\"I don't give a shit about any of it,\" she said. \"The only thing I cared about was whether you had the stink of Duarte on your fingers. You don't. It's why you're in this room. Because I trust you to take this back to Richards and no one else. And I need to know if you trust Mars.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The silence in the room was profound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chen pressed his fingers to his lips. \"With this? Maybe. I get the sense you're making some kind of request here. You should be very clear and explicit if that's the case.\"\n\n\"I want Richards to instruct the remnants of the Martian Navy—the ships in the consolidated fleet and the ones you have in reserve as well—to coordinate closely with Earth and the OPA and the fucking pirate fleet.\"\n\n\"To do what?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with four sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going four sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Rocinante burned, but not straight for the ring gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That would have been too obvious. The intention was to rendezvous with the Giambattista in an ambiguous orbit, leaving it unclear to anyone watching whether they were looking to position themselves in a long burn spinward toward Saturn, turn out toward the science station on Neptune, or make for the gate. Let Marco wonder a little bit, and be in position when the distractions started pulling his attention away. Assuming he was even watching where the Roci went." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi assumed Marco was watching where the Roci went." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She assumed everyone was. She understood how much her old friends hated her now.\n\nEven in this moment of relative calm, Jim was spending ten- and twelve-hour shifts on the comms. When he wasn't sending out or receiving messages, he'd watch newsfeeds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Free Navy presence was growing on Ganymede and Titan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The consolidated fleet splitting its forces in order to send guard ships to Tycho. Angry voices coming off Pallas to denounce the traitors who'd colluded with the inner planets; not just Michio Pa and her pirate fleet anymore but also the OPA factions that Fred Johnson had put together. It was how Jim tried to have control over something he couldn't actually control. The messages he watched and sent out were a kind of prayer for him, though he wouldn't have said it that way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something that brought peace and the illusion that what they were caught up in wasn't so massively bigger than their own individual wills and hopes and intentions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So even though it set her teeth on edge, she let him go on with it. She got used to falling asleep to the musical voices of Earth newsfeeds, waking up to the hard cadences of Chrisjen Avasarala and Michio Pa in her cabin.\n\n\"We will burn after we see the consolidated fleet commit,\" Pa said, her distant, muted voice sliding into Naomi's half-dream. She sounded so weary, it made Naomi want to go back to sleep in sympathy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I understand that's not a popular decision, but I'm not interested in having my people be the worm on Earth's hook.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I never understood that,\" Naomi said. Jim closed his hand terminal display and settled the earphones down around his neck, his expression guilty. Naomi shifted, and the crash couch swung under them like one of the hammocks she'd grown up sleeping in. \"How do hookworms figure into catching fish, anyway?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not hookworms,\" Jim said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Worms, like earthworms. Or insects. Crickets. You'd put them on metal hooks with a barb on the end, tie a really thin line to the metal hook, and throw the whole thing out into a lake or a river. Hope that a fish would eat the worm, and then you could haul the fish out with the hook that was caught in its mouth.\"\n\n\"Sounds inefficient and needlessly cruel.\"\n\n\"It really sort of is.\"\n\n\"Do you miss it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The fishing part? No. The standing out on the edge of a lake or being in a boat while the sun's just coming up? That a little bit.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was the other thing he did. Reminiscing about being a boy on Earth, talking about it as if she'd ever had experiences like his. As if just because she loved him, she'd understand. She pretended that she did, but she also changed the subject when she could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How long was I asleep?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's still six hours until we're close enough to start docking,\" Jim said, answering her real question without having to check. \"Bobbie's down in the machine shop with Clarissa and Amos doing some last-minute fixes to her combat armor. I get the feeling she's looking to suit up and stay suited up until she's on Medina.\"\n\n\"It has to be strange for her to lead OPA fighters.\"\n\nJim lowered himself to the gel of the crash couch, one arm bent behind his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi put her hand on his chest, just under his collarbone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His skin was warm. In the shadows, he looked vulnerable. Lost.\n\n\"Did she say something to you about it?\" he asked.\n\n\"No. I was only thinking. She's spent so much of her life with Belters as the enemy, and now she's going to an OPA ship filled with OPA soldiers. We aren't her people. Or we weren't before now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jim nodded, squeezed her hand, and then slid out from under it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She watched him dress in silence for almost a minute.\n\n\"What is it?\" she asked.\n\n\"Nothing.\"\n\n\"Jim,\" she said. Then, gently, \"What is it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he did his little, percussive, surrendering sigh, she knew he'd given up trying to protect her from whatever it was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pulled on his undershirt and leaned against the wall.\n\n\"There was something I meant to talk about with you. About the ambush where Fred died?\"\n\n\"Go ahead.\"\n\nHe did. Connecting to the Pella, trying to distract Marco, seeing Filip, disarming the torpedoes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He told it all with a sheepishness like a kid confessing that he ate the last bit of sweet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even when she turned up the cabin lights and started pulling on her own clothes, he didn't meet her eyes. Amos had called him on it, offered to lock him out of the torpedo controls. Jim had said no. His silence was the only sign that he was done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi stood for a moment, watching her emotions like they were objects scattered by an unexpected turn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Horror at the idea of Filip's death. Rage at Marco for putting their child in harm's way. Guilt, not only for Filip but for Jim too. For the position she'd put him in and the reflexive compromises he'd made on her behalf." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All those she'd known to expect, but there was an impatience too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not with Jim exactly, or herself, or Filip. With the need to mourn again what she'd mourned so many times before.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she said, her heart thick and heavy. \"For caring. For trying to watch out for me. But I lost Filip. I couldn't save him when he was a baby. I couldn't save him now that he's essentially a man. That's twice, and twice is always. I can't stop hoping that he'll be all right in all this. But if he's going to get saved, he's going to have to do it himself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pushed away a betraying tear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jim took a half step toward her.\n\n\"He'll have to do it himself,\" she said again, her voice a degree harder to keep him from touching her or saying something soft and consoling. \"Same as everyone.\"\n\nWhen the Giambattista got into clear visual range, she wasn't a pretty ship. Longer than the Canterbury had been back in the day, thicker through the middle, with a score of massive storage cells open to the vacuum where it had stored the ice harvested from Saturn's rings or captured comets or any of the other sources around the system." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Between the floodlit work shelves, the external mech storage sheds, attitude thrusters and sensor arrays and antennas, there were so many sources of drag that even the thinnest atmosphere would have ripped the ship to scrap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But no torpedo tubes. No PDCs. There were thousands of tiny boats tucked into the huge ship, and nothing more than a winsome smile and a handgun to protect them.\n\nOn the command deck, Bobbie put one hand on Naomi's shoulder, another on Jim's. \"Freaking out yet?\"\n\n\"I'm fine,\" Naomi said in the same moment that Jim said, \"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bobbie's chuckle was warm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was as happy as Naomi had seen her since she'd come back to the ship. She walked across the deck, mag boots clicking with each contact and release. It made Naomi nervous. If something happened to make the Roci move suddenly, either the boots would hold the deck and break her shinbones or they'd release and leave her bouncing against the walls of the ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not that the danger was real." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was only that, like Jim, she was probably freaking out. At least a little bit.\n\nShe watched the Giambattista's braking pathway. The main engines turned off, the plume cooling and speeding away from the ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It coasted toward them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Six thousand klicks. Five and three-quarters. Five and a half.\n\n\"All right,\" Alex said across the ship's comm. \"Everyone hold on to your feathers. We're maneuvering to dock.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "To Naomi's relief, she heard Bobbie strapping into a couch behind her as Amos and Clarissa announced that they were secure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can you knock?\" Jim asked.\n\nShe opened a tightbeam connection. Waited a long moment, and found herself face-to-face with a man whose white beard and salt-and-pepper hair made him look like something out of a children's story about wolves in human skin.\n\n\"Que sa, Giambattista,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Rocinante, wir. Go es gut alles la?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wolf grinned. \"Bist bien, sera Nagata suer. Give us your warriors girl, and let us kick these cocks à l'envers a pukis.\"\n\nNaomi laughed, less at the vulgarity of the image than at the glee with which the old man said it. \"Bien. Prepare for docking.\" She cut the connection and called up to Alex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We have permission to dock.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Behind them, Bobbie was humming a melody Naomi didn't recognize, but it was syncopated, upbeat, even playful. The Roci lurched, the couches all shifting a few degrees to compensate. They were almost in matching orbit. Only a few meters' drift, and the thrusters under Alex's care were drawing that down to nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He knew your name,\" Jim said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're not the only one people recognize,\" she said as the docking tube extended from the Roci and fixed itself to an outer airlock on the Giambattista. So close in, the hauler dwarfed the corvette. A horsefly and a horse. The scale of what they were about to try came home to her then and took her breath away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These two ships were the stealthy, small force." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Easy to overlook in a system wracked with violence. Tiny to the point, they all hoped, of insignificance. And still huge.\n\n\"Are we going to be knocking around anymore?\" Bobbie asked. \"Because otherwise, I'm going to go get dressed and head over.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You wearing your power armor just walking across the tube?\" Alex asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know how it is,\" Bobbie said. \"Never get a second chance to make a first impression.\"\n\n\"Awesome,\" Alex said.\n\n\"I'll meet you in the lock,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi looked over to Jim." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was frowning. \"Say again, Amos?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Amos said. She could hear the smile in his voice. \"I thought I'd head over with Bobbie. These OPA fuckers are our best buddies and all, but we're still us and they're still them. Someone oughta watch Bobbie's six while she's out among them English. Besides which, I'm going to be as good as any of them at breaking heads.\"\n\n\"Might need you on the Roci, big guy,\" Jim said, his voice light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"With the whole heading-into-battle thing, I'd kind of like to keep my mechanic close to hand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie retreated down the lift tube, pulling herself hand over hand, her floating feet disappearing last.\n\n\"That's sweet, but you don't need me, Cap,\" Amos said. \"Peaches here knows the ship as well as I do. Anything you need done, she can do it.\"\n\nJim grunted, and she put her hand out, grabbing the edge of his couch and spinning it until they were facing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jim saw the message in her expression." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Copy that, Amos,\" he said. \"Bobbie? Make sure you bring enough of him back we can regrow the missing bits.\"\n\n\"Roger. Wilco,\" Bobbie said. Her voice sounded close and echoing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She already had her helmet on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi wanted to be reassured by the joy that Bobbie took in the anticipated violence, but she couldn't quite manage. All she could do was hunker down and endure and see what happened next. At least she had practice with it.\n\nOver the next hours, Bobbie and Amos inspected their new allies—the ship's reports and logs, the ships in their berths, the OPA fighters they'd be leading on the attack—while Naomi, watching through Bobbie's suit camera, cataloged it all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Racks of guns and boxes of ammunition." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The motley assortment of boats and soldiers. Bobbie's assessments were calm, rational, professional, and fueled the dread growing in Naomi's gut.\n\nHer mind wandered a little bit during the slow moments. Human violence as a kind of fractal—self-similar on all scales from bar fight to system-wide war." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The buildup of insults and lost face that swelled over the course of an evening or a century." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shoving and shoving back, neither side sure they wanted to escalate and uncertain how to back down. All of that was the history of the inner planets and the Belt since the beginning. Then Marco had thrown his sucker punch and sent the system reeling back. Since then, feints and evaluations, flurries of violence that weren't meant to end anything so much as find position, test the opponent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything since the rocks fell on Earth had been preparation for this: a counterattack made in earnest and without reservation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Each side hoping to engineer a punch that the other didn't see coming. Forgotten arm. Maybe it was in their blood, their bones. A shared human heritage. The pattern they were exporting to the stars now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It left her tired." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, it's not what I'd pick, but it's better than I'd hoped,\" Bobbie said from her new, cramped quarters on the Giambattista. In the background, Naomi could make out Amos' voice, lifted and laughing among others. Fitting in with the new group. Or no, that wasn't right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Letting the new group think he fit in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had a terrible sense that he wouldn't come back on the Rocinante; the empty premonitions of anxiety and impatience.\n\n\"Do you want to check the boats in more depth?\" Naomi asked.\n\n\"No,\" Bobbie said. \"I can do that on the way. Pull the trigger. Let's get this apocalypse on the road.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Naomi said. \"Stay safe.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good hunting. We say, 'Good hunting.'\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good hunting, then.\"\n\nThe words were powerfully inadequate. She dropped the connection, unstrapped, braced herself against the handholds on the wall, and stretched her arms, her legs, worked the kinks in her spine. When she was done, she realized it was the same routine she did before she worked out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Preparing for great effort." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She went down to the galley where Alex and Jim and Clarissa were eating together. They all looked over at her as she pulled herself into the room. \"Bobbie says we're good to go.\"\n\n\"Well, shit and yahoo,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jim pulled his hand terminal out of his pocket, tapped through a set of commands including one with a double password, then pressed a button." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay,\" he said. \"Signal's out. As soon as the attack's under way, we'll burn for the ring and hope no one notices us.\"\n\nThey were all quiet for a moment. Naomi felt like there should have been some kind of fanfare. Gongs and trumpets to announce the coming death and destruction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead, it was just the galley, the four of them, the sound of the air recyclers, and the smell of chicken." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Looks like a shit night for sleeping,\" Naomi said. \"I'm going to be up watching the newsfeeds.\" Jim didn't say anything. His eyes were sunken with exhaustion and something else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not fear. Worse than fear. Resignation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi pushed off, braced beside him, and put her hand on his. He managed a smile. \"I'll bring drinks and snacks. We can watch the fireworks start.\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" Jim said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It ain't sulking if we all do it together, Hoss,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then, to Naomi, \"Count me in.\"\n\n\"Me too,\" Clarissa said, and then didn't add if I'm invited. Against the backdrop of the war, it was such a small thing, and Naomi was still glad to see it.\n\n\"Yeah,\" Jim said, \"okay.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took hours. All across the system, drive plumes flared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Around Ceres and Mars and Tycho, the consolidated fleet leaped away from their defensive positions and into the Belt. The scattering of Michio Pa's pirate fleet joined in, and the OPA. By the time the last of them reported that they were on the burn, the ships of the Free Navy were starting to react. The Rocinante traced vectors and travel groups, threads of light tangling the emptiness between stations and planets. Battle lines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The newsfeeds lit up—civilian, government, corporate, and union all becoming aware that something was happening and leaping to make sense of what it could be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was just after midnight, ship time, that the Roci raised the alarm.\n\n\"What do we have, Alex?\" Jim asked.\n\n\"Bad news. I'm seeing a couple of fast-attack ships headed our way out from Ganymede.\"\n\n\"Well, so much for not being noticed. How long before they reach us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jim asked, but Naomi had already queried the system." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Five days if they're just buzzing us and looping back,\" she said. \"Twelve if they try to match orbit while we're on the burn.\"\n\n\"Can we take them?\" Clarissa said.\n\n\"If it was just us, might could,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Problem is we're guarding this cow. But if we burn hard enough, we might make the ring before they get us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Figure it out on the way,\" Jim said. \"Right now, we need to get the Giambattista up and burning as hard as it can and still let Bobbie do her inspections.\"\n\n\"No plan survives contact with the enemy,\" Alex said, unstrapping and pulling himself up toward the cockpit. \"I'm warming her up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll tell our friends across the way to do the same,\" Holden said, taking comm control." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On Naomi's monitor, the thousands of hair-thin lines marked where the battles were, and where they were expected to be. On impulse, she took down the tactical display, leaving just the wide scatter of drive plumes all around the system, and then added in the star field.\n\nIt was the widest concerted attack ever. Hundreds of ships on at least four sides." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dozens of stations, millions of lives." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Among the stars, it didn't stand out." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The more time passed, the clearer it became how little Ganymede's official neutrality meant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ships in the docks and orbiting the moon were more and more Free Navy ships, fewer and fewer anything else. The soldiers in Free Navy uniform appeared more often at the tube stations, in the markets, in the public halls and corridors, first with the apparent casualness of citizens, then in larger groups with more aggressive demeanors. Then with armored emplacements that would allow them to shoot in safety whoever happened by.\n\nDjuna had stopped letting him watch the local newsfeeds at breakfast on the weekends." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Too many stories about bodies being found in unfortunate conditions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Too many missing people, too many espionage claims, too many reminders from the still-official security apparatus that Pinkwater was an unaffiliated corporate entity with no political litmus tests and only the safety and well-being of the citizens of Ganymede at heart. The sorts of things people said because they weren't true.\n\nFor Prax, the official news and the gun-wielding soldiers weren't the most disturbing things. There were smaller things that he noticed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The way that the girls didn't fight against being home by curfew anymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wistful conversations Djuna would start about taking positions somewhere else, emigrating off Ganymede entirely, and then end without ever drawing a conclusion. The small things carried more weight. Yes, a dissident circle was killed. Yes, people disappeared. But—apart from Karvonides—they weren't people he knew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And the change in the station was also changing his family." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was also changing him.\n\nPrax went about his work because there was nothing else to do. It wasn't as if things would be made better by hiding in his bed. And the appearance of normalcy was sometimes almost as good as the real thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So he went to the meetings in the mornings, worked with his plants in the afternoons." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some of the runs had to be scaled back. Research and development weren't a priority as much as generating food to resupply the warships. Prax thought that was shortsighted. If anything, disruptions like this were an argument for more research, especially with the radioplast work that Khana and Brice had under proposal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried bringing the point up now and again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd even gone so far as to ask whether there was a contact with the Free Navy that the labs could talk to about it. No one was enthusiastic about it, though. So that was something else the occupation had taken away.\n\nUnder it all, the fear of what he'd done in sending the data to Earth hung over him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was almost a relief when the security forces finally came." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was in the overflow hydroponics lab at midafternoon. Rows of black-leaved plants rose up from the tanks toward the light banks. The roots that pushed through the underlying aqueous gel were pale as snow. Prax was moving from plant to plant, his hands in light-blue NBR gloves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He checked each leaf gently, looking for sprays of yellow and orange where the radioplasts were dying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Until the man called his name, his afternoon had been going pretty well.\n\n\"Dr. Meng?\"\n\nThere were four people, all of them men. Two wore simple uniforms with the Pinkwater logo on the breast and shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The other two were Free Navy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prax felt his heart thud against his chest as the adrenaline hit, but he tried not to look more than a little uncomfortable. Anyone would be a little anxious when the Free Navy came asking for them. Even the innocent. He thought that was right.\n\n\"Can I help you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We need you to come with us now,\" the taller of the two Free Navy men said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't,\" Prax said, gesturing toward the plants he hadn't checked. As if that were explanation enough.\n\nThey stepped closer, moving around him. They all had sidearms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Handcuffs. Canisters of restraint spray." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have to come with us now,\" the tall man said again.\n\n\"Do ... do I need my union representative?\" he asked, but he wasn't surprised when the shorter of the Free Navy men pushed him in the small of the back. I could run, he thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wouldn't help, but I could do it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They marched him out through the front office. When they passed Brice in the hall, she looked away, pretending not to notice. The front desk was abandoned, everyone suddenly called to the restroom or a coffee break at the same moment. None of the people he worked with would actually see him leave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That's how quickly the right kinds of power could make someone disappear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walking out the front door for what he had to assume was the last time, it felt like an epiphany. He'd wondered, watching the newsfeeds, how so many could go missing in a station with people and cameras everywhere. He understood now.\n\nAll they had to do was make it too dangerous for others to watch.\n\nThey loaded him into a cart, drove off down the main corridor, down the southern exchange ramp, and into a well-lit concrete hallway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had the sudden, visceral memory of waiting here back after the mirrors fell, when the survival of Ganymede Station had been an open question." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd waited in line right there, trying to find Mei. It would be her turn now to wonder what had happened to him. Symmetry.\n\nAt the Pinkwater office, they took him to a small, cold room. Green walls. Green floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything stank of industrial cleaner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The kind they used to clean up blood and spit. Biohazard stuff. A chair bolted in place in front of a cheap, plastic desk. Black dots along the wall shifted toward him like the eyes of a spider. Not cameras, but the same multifrequency image arrays he used in the labs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were sensitive enough to pick up his heart rate from changes in his skin and track the heat in every part of his body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd used them extensively on last year's soybean experiments, and seeing them here felt almost like betrayal.\n\nThe taller Free Navy man came in. A dark-skinned woman in a Pinkwater uniform with him. Prax looked up. He'd imagined this moment so many times in the middle of dread-soaked nights that now that it was happening he was almost curious to see how well it met his expectations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Would they beat him?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Threaten him with violence? Would they threaten Mei and Djuna and Natalia? He'd heard that sometimes they would addict prisoners to drugs and then threaten to withhold their supply and let withdrawals do the work.\n\n\"Dr. Meng,\" the tall man said, sitting across from him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Did they take focus drugs?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prax had heard of focus drugs, but he didn't know how they worked. \"You were supervisor for Quiana Karvonides? You're on record as identifying her body.\"\n\n\"I am,\" Prax said. Was there a way to pretend his way out of this?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Would they believe him if he denied everything he could deny?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or would he give himself away? All the black, mechanical eyes on him, and the tall man's pale-brown ones too. Only the Pinkwater woman was looking at her hand terminal. \"I did. Karvonides didn't have family on the station, I think. I'm not sure about that, though. Is something wrong?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She was working on proprietary yeast? Is that right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's one of the projects we do,\" Prax said, nodding. He was being too anxious. They'd know.\n\n\"She was working on it particularly?\"\n\nPrax's mouth was dry, and the cold of the room seemed to creep up his legs and into the base of his spine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What had he done?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why hadn't he kept his head down? But no, that wasn't right. He had reasons for taking every action he took. And he'd known there were risks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Being here in this room was one, even if he hadn't known which room in particular." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wondered whether there were other people watching him, or if the spider eyes fed into some sort of software that analyzed him and fed them the answers.\n\n\"Dr. Meng?\"\n\n\"Yes, sorry. Yes, she worked on the harvester yeast. It's an organism, um, that harvests a very broad range of electromagnetic radiation, the way that a plant uses light. It's reverse-engineered from the protomolecule data. It lets the yeast generate its own sugars from the radioplasts, and then, um, its native systems can convert that into higher-complexity nutrients.\"\n\nThe two shared a look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't tell what its significance was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How would Mei do without him? She was older now. Nearly adolescent. She was going to start pulling away from the family unit soon anyway. Maybe that wasn't such a bad time to lose him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Would they put his body back in the recycler?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't think like that. Not now.\n\n\"What can you tell us about Hy1810?\" the woman asked, and Prax felt like she was looking through him. Seeing his bones and the shape of his blood vessels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd never felt more naked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to lean back in his chair, to rock it a little back and forth, but the bolts only grated a little. There were notches and scrapes on the wall he hadn't noticed until now. Painted over, yes, but there. He didn't want to think about what had made them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's the tenth variation using protocol eighteen,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's proprietary. I'm not supposed to talk about that. I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Why did you move the Hy1810 data out of Karvonides' partition?\"\n\nAnd there it was. They knew. He took a breath, and he could hear it shaking in his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They wouldn't need focus drugs or psych computers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was readable as plain text. It had been a dream that he might avoid the worst. All that was left was watching it play out. He felt a vestigial, unreasoning hope." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There had to be a way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had to get back home, or else who would make pancakes for the girls?\n\n\"I moved it on the request of some of the other project engineers. With Karvonides' passing, they needed to have access to the run data. Otherwise there was no way to move forward. So, yes, I put it in a partition where they could reach it.\"\n\n\"Did you review the permissions on that partition?\"\n\n\"The information was proprietary,\" Prax said, clinging to the idea like it was the last, water-logged fragment of the ship that had sunk beneath him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It sounded weak, even to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man leaned forward. \"That data was sent to Earth. We've isolated the tracking data on it, and it came from the partition you put it in.\"\n\nLies and denials bubbled in his mind. Anyone could have accessed that data." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was sloppy. Careless with security, maybe. That's all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't do anything wrong.\n\nIn his mind's eye, he saw Karvonides again. The wounds on her neck and head. Yes, he could deny her again, but it wouldn't make any difference." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They already knew, or near enough." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd push him, torture him, and he would break. It didn't matter what he said now. He was dead. No more pancakes. No more evenings coaxing the girls into doing their homework or Sunday mornings waking up late with Djuna." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone else would have to take over his research." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everything he'd loved, everything he'd lived for, was gone.\n\nTo his surprise, it felt less like fear than a sort of terrible freedom. He could say anything he wanted now. Including the truth.\n\n\"The thing you need to understand,\" he said, an irrational, intoxicating courage blooming in his heart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Biological equilibria? They're not straightforward. Never.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Equilibria,\" the man repeated.\n\n\"Yes. Exactly. Everyone thinks that it's simple. New, invasive species comes in and it has an advantage and it outcompetes, right? That's the story, but there's another part to that. Always, always, the local environment resists. Yes, yes, maybe badly. Maybe without a clear idea of coping with novelty. I'm not saying it's perfect, but I am saying it's there. Even when an invasive species takes over, even when it wins, there is a counterbalancing process it has to overcome to do that. And—\" The tall man was scowling, and his discomfort made Prax want to speak faster. To say everything he had in his heart before the hammer fell. \"And that counterprocess is so deep in the fabric of living systems, it can never be absent. However well the new species is designed, however overwhelming its advantages seem to be, the pushback will always be there. If one native impulse is overcome, there will be another. You understand? Conspecifics are outcompeted? Fine, the bacterial and viral microecologies will push back. Adapt to those, and it'll be micronutrient levels and salinity and light. And the thing is, the thing is, even when the novel species does win? Even when it takes over every niche there is, that struggle alone changes what it is. Even when you wipe out or co-opt the local environment completely, you're changed by the pushback. Even when the previous organisms are driven to extinction, they leave markers behind. What they are can never, never be completely erased.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prax sat back in his chair, chin high, breath deep and fast, nostrils flared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You can kill me. You can wipe me from the rolls of history. But you can never change the mark I've made. I stood against you, and even when you've killed me, it won't undo the things I've done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man's scowl deepened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are we still talking about the yeast?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Prax said. \"Of course we're talking about the yeast.\"\n\n\"All right,\" the man said. \"That's great, but what we need to know is who had access to that partition.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The partition you put the data in,\" said the Pinkwater woman. \"Who could have linked to it from there?\"\n\n\"Anyone with access to the workstations in the research group could have,\" Prax said. \"What does that have to do with it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man's hand terminal chimed, and he pulled it out from his pocket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The red backsplash on an alert made him look almost like he was blushing, but when he put the hand terminal away, his face had gone pale.\n\n\"I have to step back,\" the Free Navy man said. \"You finish this, yeah?\" His voice was tight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prax thought he was shaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The woman nodded and checked her own hand terminal. Prax watched him go, confused. Wanting, almost, to call him back and insist that they finish. This was important. This was his martyrdom in the cause of freedom and science." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The interrogator couldn't just walk away in the middle of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the door closed, he turned to the woman, but she was still looking at her terminal. A newsfeed with something about the war.\n\nShe whistled softly, her eyes going wide. When she looked up at him, it was like she was surprised to see him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The yeast data,\" he said, reminding her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dr. Meng, you have to be more careful. You can't do that anymore.\"\n\n\"Do what?\"\n\nThe woman's impatient smile didn't reach her eyes. \"You can't put data that might help the enemy into an open partition. I know it's proprietary, but someone leaked it, and we have an active investigation now into who that might have been.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But— No, you don't understand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dr. Meng,\" she snapped. \"I know you don't like us coming in and telling you how to run your lab, but these are delicate times. I'm asking you to take a long, careful look at your lab's security hygiene so that we don't have a less pleasant conversation next time. You understand that?\"\n\n\"Yes. Of course.\"\n\n\"All right, then,\" the woman said with the air of having won an argument." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can go now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Prax didn't know what to do. He sat quietly for a moment, waiting for clarification he didn't know how to ask for. The woman checked her hand terminal, looked back at him, annoyance in her expression.\n\n\"Dr. Meng? We're done for now. If we have any further questions, we'll find you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I should leave?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" she said.\n\nAnd so he did. Walking through the halls and up to the public carts felt like moving through a dream. His stomach felt empty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wasn't hungry, there was just a massive bubble in his gut where something—pain, despair, hope, fear—was supposed to be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rented a cart, took it to the tube station. The whole incident had been so brief, his shift wasn't even done. It would be, though, by the time he got back to the lab. So he went home instead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The newsfeeds on the tube were alive with whatever military action had been on the security woman's hand terminal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to make sense of it all, but the words seemed to lose their meaning somewhere between the screen and his senses. He caught himself staring emptily at a young man sitting across from him and had to make a conscious effort to look away. All he could think was the dark-skinned woman saying You can go now.\n\nDjuna was home when he got there, sitting on the couch with her head in her hands, her eyes bloodshot and her cheeks blotchy from crying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When he stopped in the entryway from the kitchen and lifted his hand in greeting, she stared at him for a moment, stunned, and then leaped up, ran to him, and wrapped him in her arms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a long moment, he hugged her back, and they stood in their rooms, the way he never thought they would again.\n\n\"Leslie sent me a message,\" Djuna said, her voice still thick with tears. \"She said they came for you at the office. That the security people took you away. I was trying to find a lawyer who would talk to me. I sent the girls to Dorian's. I didn't know what to tell them.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Prax said. \"It's all right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Djuna leaned back, searching his eyes like there was something written in them. \"What happened?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I confessed,\" Prax said. \"I told them ... I told them everything. And then they let me go.\"\n\n\"They did what?\"\n\n\"They said I shouldn't do it again, and that I should leave,\" he said. \"It wasn't at all the reaction I expected.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've got fast-movers,\" Evans said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Five, wait ... Seven.\"\n\n\"Coming from?\" Michio asked, though she was already certain of the answer. The assaults throughout the Belt had already pulled the Free Navy's fighters to other conflicts, thinning the defenses at Pallas. She had to give Holden his due." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hadn't tried to use her and her ships as bullet sponges." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pallas Station,\" Evans confirmed. \"No one's shooting out in the black.\"\n\n\"PDCs have them,\" Laura said. \"Permission to fire?\"\n\n\"You have permission,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oksana, evasive maneuvers at will. Let's show these fuckers we can dance.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, Captain,\" Oksana said between teeth bared in concentration and joy. A moment later, the Connaught lurched, shifted. Over the system, Josep howled a wordless battle cry.\n\nThe Four Horsemen, Foyle called them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Connaught, the Serrio Mal, the Panshin, and the Solano—the most experienced of Pa's breakaway fleet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They fell toward Pallas Station from four different directions, spreading the local defenses as thin as they could. If there had been time, maybe Marco would have pulled resources off Pallas too, sabotaged the manufacturing infrastructure, and left anyone who couldn't escape on their own for Pa to rescue or let starve under her name.\n\nBut that assumed there was someplace for the Free Navy to run to.\n\n\"Two down,\" Laura announced. \"Five to go.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sooner's better than later,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Metal and ceramic creaking and singing from the strain, the Connaught turned and accelerated, then cut power and went on the float, whipping around to give the PDCs a wider field of fire. Laura's guns buzzed, vibrating the ship and killing three more of the station's torpedoes even as the Connaught sped in toward them flank-first. The surface of the asteroid glittered ahead of them, her target and her enemy and the home to tens of thousands of the people she'd thrown her safety and career aside to help and protect.\n\n\"Keep the rounds from hitting the station if you can.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do my best, Captain,\" Laura said, but her subtext was clear—if it gets down to them or us, it's them. Michio couldn't disagree." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Panshin's taking fire,\" Evans said. \"Serrio Mal too.\"\n\n\"Solano?\" Michio asked.\n\nThe Solano had taken the most damage in the raids and scuffles since she'd broken ranks with Marco. Enough that it was chosen to be the sacrifice ship, emptied of her crew and all useful material." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the hinge point of her battle plan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three of her ships to distract and disarm Pallas, to the point that, even if they shot it full of holes, they couldn't scatter the Solano into a debris field thin enough to keep the docks from crippling damage.\n\n\"Still far enough back it's not being targeted,\" Oksana said.\n\n\"Four more down,\" Laura said. \"That last one's being a booger ... Got it!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Captain,\" Oksana said. \"We're going to need to return to braking burn if we don't want to get very close and personal with the station.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do it,\" Michio said. \"I'm taking comms.\"\n\n\"Understood,\" Evans said. \"I've got another wave of torpedoes coming in. And we are nearing effective PDC range.\"\n\nMichio set for broadcast. So close to the station, there'd be no light delay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone listening would hear her almost as she spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After so long at high-lag distances, it felt odd. She considered herself in the camera as Oksana spun the ship and punched the deceleration. She started the broadcast.\n\n\"This is Captain Michio Pa of the Connaught to all citizens of Pallas Station. Be advised, we are here to remove the false governance of the Free Navy and return control of the station to its citizens. Evacuate the docks immediately. I repeat, evacuate the dock levels immediately for your own safety. We call on the Free Navy administration for immediate and unconditional surrender. If we do not have that confirmed in the next fifteen minutes, it will be too late to save the docks and shipyard. For your own safety, evacuate now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The comms display threw up an error alert." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her signal was being jammed. She boosted it as much as the Connaught's transmitter allowed and set it to loop. She hadn't had much hope of a peaceful ending, but she'd tried.\n\nThe ship lurched again and burned hard, pressing her back into her couch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura shouted something obscene, but the ship didn't detonate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd dodged whatever it was.\n\n\"Panshin took a hit,\" Evans reported. \"PDC. They look all right. The Solano's still not top of the Pallas threat index.\" He paused, rechecked his monitor. \"It's working.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let's start taking out their PDCs.\"\n\n\"Already on it,\" Laura said. \"Just as long as I can keep these torpedoes from flying up our ...\" She trailed off, lost in concentration. Michio didn't interrupt.\n\nThis wasn't what she wanted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wasn't what she'd ever wanted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd begun this whole fallen, fucked-up process because the dream of a Belt for Belters—a life that didn't depend on being used and exploited by the larger powers in the system—had meant something. And now here she was, fighting alongside Earth and Mars. Against Belters.\n\nThree years, Sanjrani gave them. Three and a half." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then starvation. And she was about to break the docks at a major port so that James Holden could open the way to the colony worlds again and leave them all behind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was what she'd agreed to do. It was her part in stopping Marco and trying to save the Belt, even if it was the Belt three years from now.\n\nEvery step along the way had made sense, except that they ended up here. Everyone she'd allied with her whole life had started by seeming to be good, competent, and loyal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd all disappointed. And now, she was going to do the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd changed sides so many times, she didn't know who she was anymore.\n\nIf she changed the plan now, if she backed away ...\n\nFought the oppressor before. Still fighting the oppressor now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Followed your heart then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still following your heart now. The situation changes; that doesn't mean you do.\n\nFuck.\n\n\"Evans,\" she said. \"What's the status of the Solano?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"On course, Captain.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do we have control of it?\"\n\nEvans looked over at her. His eyes were wide and uncertain. Panicky. \"I have telemetry, yeah.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Slow it down,\" she said, pulling up tightbeam connections to the Panshin and the Serrio Mal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Give us more time to kill the defenses.\"\n\nCaptain Foyle accepted the connection first, then a moment later, Rodriguez. In the separate windows of her display, they looked like negative images of each other. His pale skin, her dark, but with the same thinness and close-cropped hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The images shook under different strains as the Panshin and the Serrio Mal suffered their own separate evasions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have a change of plan,\" Michio said. \"The Solano isn't ramming the station. We're going to park it, ass-end at the ports, inside safety range, warm up the Epstein, and melt anything that comes out to slag. Blockade.\"\n\nFoyle's eyes could have been cast iron for all that her expression changed. She'd be hell at the poker table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Con que?\" Rodriguez said, his lips narrowing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is late à diffe the plan.\"\n\n\"Late's better than too late,\" Michio said. \"The Belters of Pallas aren't the enemy. I'm not going to make them the enemy. I need slow passes from both of you. Every PDC gets dusted. Every gun and torpedo emplacement, we break. Then sensor arrays. I need this station blind and declawed.\"\n\nFor a moment neither one of her captains spoke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could hear all the objections in her own voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was tripling the risk of the mission. She was spending an order of magnitude more ammunition—torpedoes and PDC rounds—than a simple escort of the sacrifice ship required. She was putting them, her commanders and their crews and their families, at risk to preserve a station that was actively trying to kill them all.\n\n\"I need you to trust me,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A loud pop announced a stray PDC round had holed the Connaught." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oksana shouted something about sealing the deck. Michio didn't look away from the screen. Let them see these were her risks too.\n\n\"Dui,\" Foyle said in her whiskey-and-cigar voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You say it, bossmang, and we get it done.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rodriguez, shaking his head, muttered something obscene, looked into the camera with tired eyes. \"Fine.\"\n\nShe dropped the connection. When she checked in with fire control, Laura had already changed the profile. On the display, every weapon on the face of the station was marked in red, targeted for destruction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But not the docks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Evans was out of his couch and pouring sealant on the hole where the PDC round had punched through the hulls. The slug had passed through the command deck maybe a meter from her head. She could have died. Any of her people could have died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knowing it was like being two different people at once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One, horrified at the idea that it could have hit Laura or Evans or Oksana. The other, shrugging away what hadn't happened. This was the work. This was the choice she'd made, and it was the right one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For two long hours, the Connaught dodged, strained, poured rounds down onto the surface of Pallas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What had originally been a fast, sharp attack turned into a long, bloody bout more about endurance and supplies than clever tactics. The Panshin and the Serrio Mal matched her blow for blow, hammer strikes against an anvil. The jammers were set too deep in the stone for even her torpedoes to reach, and every time the curve of asteroid cut off her line of sight to the other ships, Michio was afraid something would happen. That she wouldn't see them again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And once, the Panshin emerged from a long pass with a bright scar and section of her hull peeled back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, a blindspot appeared around the docks. Parts of space leading to Pallas that had been defended, weren't. Evans brought the Solano into it kilometer by kilometer, then meter by meter until it had locked to Pallas' orbit with only an occasional little push from the maneuvering thrusters to keep it stationary.\n\n\"They're going to find a way to kill it, sir,\" Oksana said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"May take them days, may take them hours, but this isn't a blockade that can hold for long.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get me line-of-sight on the Panshin, Oksana.\"\n\n\"Sir.\"\n\nRodriguez, when he appeared on the screen again, was grinning. So that, at least, was a good sign." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How's your ship, Captain Rodriguez?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio said, returning his smile despite herself.\n\n\"Esá bent, broken, fucked, flustered, and far from home,\" Ezio said, laughing. \"Got a couple in the med bay and one in the morgue, but we done the thing, que sí? Pulled a whole station's teeth and half their eyes too, account son los champions.\"\n\n\"I think we are,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm going to need you to stand guard on this. Pull back far enough that you're out of range of anything Pallas puts together. Take control of the Solano.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Babysit?\" Rodriguez said.\n\n\"Got your hull pulled back like a condom wrapper, Ezio. I'm not putting you in at Titan.\"\n\nGod bless the man, he looked disappointed. \"Bist bien,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll hold the line. But you and Foyle take the torpedoes we've still got, yeah? Stock up. Anything we do, we can manage con PDCs and my winning smile.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Won't say no to that,\" Michio said.\n\n\"Que tu trigger?\" he asked. \"When do I light it up and slag the fuckers?\"\n\n\"When you know it's Free Navy you're burning down. Not if just people. Lose the ship before you hurt civilians. Killing people because they got in the way is inner-planets bullshit. It's Free Navy bullshit. We're better than that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Damn right we are,\" Rodriguez said and signed off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he saluted, he had blood on his fingers.\n\nShe pointed a tightbeam connection request at one of the less damaged comm arrays, unsure if it would do any good. Even if the equipment was limping along well enough to function, there was no reason for the connection to be accepted. Only it was.\n\nA familiar dark, pebbled face appeared on her monitor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From what she could see behind him, he was in a well-appointed office, brightly lit and probably somewhere deep enough in the station that she couldn't have reached him without nukes or a reactor set to critical and crashed into the station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain Pa,\" he said. \"You seem to be moving from one shitty decision to another.\"\n\n\"Rosenfeld,\" she said.\n\n\"When you broke with Inaros, I understood it. Respected it, even. I was disappointed when you turned to Fred Johnson. But this? Playing marionette to Chrisjen Avasarala and Emily Richards. And Holden?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Something happened to you, Michio. You've changed.\"\n\n\"Context changed,\" she said. \"I'm still the same. And here's what happens next. I have a live, warmed-up Epstein drive pointed at the docks. If I see any activity there? I slag them. If I see any shuttles or boats taking off from the surface, I'll shoot them down and slag the docks. If I see anything that looks like an attempt to sabotage the Solano, I'll slag the docks. If any Free Navy ship comes within a hundred thousand klicks of Pallas, I'll slag the docks. You will find yourself governor of an old, broken station that can't move supplies in or out.\"\n\n\"Duly noted,\" Rosenfeld said dryly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There didn't seem anything more to say, but she didn't kill the connection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not yet. And then, \"Use this.\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\"\n\n\"You're a political animal. Use this opportunity. I'm giving you an excuse to drop out of the fighting. You can tell Marco that I pinned you down. You won't even be lying. Even if he beats us all, you know he can't govern the system. And your plan?\"\n\n\"My plan? What plan?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The one where you're the man behind the throne. The real power while Marco's the public face and figurehead. That won't work either. He can't be controlled. He can barely be predicted. I'm not blaming you. I made the same mistake. I saw what I wanted to see in him. But I was wrong, and you are too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rosenfeld's face was unreadable and still. Michio nodded. \"Do you know the magic word?\"\n\n\"No,\" he said, his voice rich with disdain. \"What's the magic word?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oops. You should say oops, Rosenfeld. Own it that you made a mistake. That ship I have with its ass pointed at you? It's your chance to do something about the fact that you picked the wrong side.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You want me to thank you for that?\"\n\n\"I want you to make sure all the people in there get food and water, and I want you to keep them safe until this is over.\"\n\n\"And when's that going to be?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" she said, and dropped the connection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For a long moment, she rested in her couch, held in place by the straps and the familiarity of the voices and sounds around her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her jaw ached where she'd been clenching it. She had a bruise across her collarbone, and she couldn't remember which maneuver might have caused it. She closed her eyes, letting it all wash over her. Laura talking through the headset with Bertold about how many PDC rounds they had left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oksana and Evans laughing over nothing, releasing tension, quietly celebrating that—on some level, by some measure—they'd won." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smell of the portable welding rig burning off the emergency sealant and closing the punctures in the hull. Her home. Her people. She filled her lungs with them all.\n\nThe comm display chirped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A request from the Serrio Mal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She accepted it. Susanna Foyle appeared on her monitor.\n\n\"Captain Pa,\" she said.\n\n\"Captain Foyle.\"\n\n\"Rodriguez tells me we're not taking three ships to Titan after all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's right.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Used up a lot of ordnance on this mission that wasn't in the specs,\" Foyle said.\n\n\"Also true,\" Pa agreed.\n\n\"Going to leave us outnumbered and outgunned.\" It wasn't an accusation. Just an observation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We won't be the only ships there,\" Pa said. \"We'll have backup.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the first time, Foyle's face lowered its dignity to have an expression. \"Squats and Dusters. No one we can count on.\"\n\n\"We're all in this together,\" Pa said, and Foyle coughed out a single laugh.\n\n\"As long as you're going first, we'll follow. Didn't get this far by taking the easy way. We've got our patches in place and our bandages on. You're ready to burn, then so are we.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Foyle nodded, dropped the connection. Pa pulled up a system-wide tactical map with all the fighting that was going on throughout the system. A cluster of updates from Vesta. A chase between Free Navy fighters and a dozen Martian warships as Marco's forces tried to loop around toward Mars itself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guard force left behind at Ceres tracking four Free Navy ships." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The orbital defense of Earth on high alert, most of its patrol ships away from their posts and on the attack. The sum of all of humanity's presence in the solar system, bent on violence and spectacle. And at the edge of the display, almost off it, almost forgotten, the Giambattista and the Rocinante, already decelerating toward the ring gate, and two fast-attack ships burning hard to intercept.\n\nGood luck, you bastard, she thought, putting her hand over the tiny gold dot marked Rocinante." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Don't make me sorry I trusted you." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then, over the ship-wide system, \"All stations report. We've got another fight to get to. Don't want to be late.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Son coyo, son tod!\" Micah al-Dujaili shouted out from the screen. \"You and all your ti-ti soldat! I am here for you, Inaros. What you did to my family.\"\n\nMarco muted the broadcast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Somewhere nearby, someone else was watching it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Al-Dujaili's rant still nattering in the distance as the Pella rose off Callisto, a half dozen ships arrayed behind her. \"Do we have target lock?\"\n\nJosie lifted a hand in affirmation, his eyes firmly on the monitor. They were only at a single g, but Marco felt a headache beginning at the base of his skull." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't matter. It was only a little pain, after all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There'd be time to take something for it when his enemies weren't wasting good air. Around him, the command deck of the Pella was tight and bunched. Josie with weapons. Karal at the comms. Miral muttering into his headset to someone down in engineering. They were wolves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A band of predators ready to strike." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Al-Dujaili shouted something about vengeance. Something about betraying the Belt in the name of glory.\n\n\"Let's shut this fucker up, then,\" Marco said casually. \"Fire everything.\"\n\nThe warning had come to the Jovian system in time for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Earth, Mars, the traitor Michio Pa, Holden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi. All his enemies had lit their torches and hoisted their pitchforks for him and taken to the road. Marco wasn't surprised. He'd known to watch for them, and when they came, he was ready. True, he hadn't expected it to come from everyplace at once the way it had. The consolidated fleet had come boiling out of Ceres, up from Earth and Mars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd burned hard and taken some of the nearest of the Free Navy's forces by surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But space and distance were Marco's natural allies. It took time to burn across the half-billion kilometers from Mars, and the Jovian system was Belters' land. And Belters meant Free Navy, no matter what yapping little pups like Micah al-Dujaili and Aimee Ostman wanted to pretend. By the time their Earther allies made it to al-Dujaili's side, the man would be a corpse, and all the ships traveling with him dead at his side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Firing now,\" Josie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Pella rang with the mechanisms of torpedo and PDC, the vibrations traveling through the hull and making the whole ship chime like a war bell. Marco could taste the sound—ice and copper. It was beautiful.\n\n\"Hoy, Captain,\" Karal said. \"Got messages coming in. Other ships que savvy if they should be firing too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" Marco said. \"Tell them all to open fire.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The ones kommt de Ganymede too? Not in effective range, them.\"\n\nMarco shifted to stare at Karal. The ache in his brain grew a degree worse. He'd known Karal for decades, trusted him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In his voice now, though, Marco heard doubt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "More than doubt. Insolence.\n\n\"All. Fire. Let al-Dujaili spend his rounds plucking their torpedoes out of the black. It'll shut his nattering mouth.\"\n\n\"Dui,\" Karal said, turning back to the comms and speaking in a voice too low and urgent for Marco to bother listening.\n\nIt was happening everywhere. Vesta. Pallas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Titan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hygeia Station. Thisbe Yards. Europa. Large targets and small, the enemy was coming at him thinking they would wash the Free Navy aside like a wave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And there was damage, yes. Pallas blockaded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Vesta fallen. The battle forces burning toward Titan alone might make one of the largest in history, and he couldn't say how decisive his victory there would be. It almost didn't matter. The important thing was that he had goaded them into action." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Into reaching out in anger and fear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a recipe for overreach. After the careful, turtle-meek response of Earth and Mars to this point, it was a relief.\n\nLet them come. Let them win their little victories. The Free Navy would hold what it could, scatter into the dark where that was wiser, and loop back to crush the unguarded targets left behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the mistake he'd known they would make." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The inner planets with all their centuries of dominion still dreamed that they could fight a war and win. Marco knew better. War was never won and never lost. Until now—until him—Earth and Mars had thought they were at peace because the violence had all poured out on the Belt and not back at them. Their fault. Their shortsightedness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd had their age of victory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was over now. And this paroxysm, this grand mal seizure of a battle plan, promised a thousand more like it to come.\n\nThe Belt would take its hits. But it would never take them passively again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was his victory." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"First wave's down,\" Josie said. \"They got all our torpedoes. No hits. Try again?\"\n\n\"No,\" Marco said. \"We wait. Let them think they can handle us. Then crush them.\"\n\n\"Bien,\" Josie said. Karal muttered into the comms, passing the word along." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without the weapons fire, the ship still wasn't quiet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It only felt that way. Marco stretched his neck, craning it to try to relieve the tension there, but everything in him was straining out toward al-Dujaili. He'd killed Fred Johnson with his own hands already, and now all the OPA factions that had been stupid enough to follow an Earther would see what crop they'd sown.\n\nHe pulled up the tactical display." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The eight enemy ships led by al-Dujaili's Torngarsuk were scattered enough to make taking two down with a single torpedo impossible, but near enough that their PDC fire could reinforce each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For all al-Dujaili's ranting and venom, he hadn't lost his temper enough to abandon good sense.\n\nThe Pella and the six other Free Navy ships from the Callisto shipyards held a looser formation but a wider surface. Outnumbered for the moment, but with ten Free Navy ships on hard burn from Ganymede, they wouldn't be for long. Marco grinned.\n\n\"Cut to a quarter g,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell the Ganymede ships to coordinate braking burns and watch close. If the enemy waits, we outnumber them. If they attack now, be ready to turn. Draw them out of their formation.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bien,\" Josie said. \"Aber ... They're firing.\"\n\n\"Go!\" Marco shouted, willing the Pella like it was part of his body. Like he could bend its path with pure force of his intention.\n\n\"At a quarter?\" Karal yelped, and Marco shouted wordlessly and grabbed the pilot's controls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Under his command, the Pella leapt forward, pushing him back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hull creaked and groaned, but he saw Josie's targeting solution feed in, heard the great and glorious rumble of the weapons, watched the arcs of PDC fire still too distant to pose a real threat but near enough to disrupt the enemy and then the spread of torpedoes. And the spreads from the others in his group. And far distant, but drawing close, a woven cluster thick as a rope—torpedo tracks from the Ganymede ships. All converging, all falling in to the enemy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fire and metal and blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like joy. Like music.\n\nHe bent the Pella's course, firing thrusters at a hundred percent or not at all, feeling the glorious torque of the turn in his blood and the aching pressure of his crash couch trying to hold him. Someone shouted, but Marco was past listening now. This was battle. This was glory and victory and power." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A proximity warning, and the Pella's PDCs shifted automatically, splashing an enemy torpedo that had been lost among the cloud of converging fire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco laughed. His other ships had taken his cue, turning toward the Torngarsuk. One of al-Dujaili's ships misjudged, took a torpedo from the Ganymede ships in her side, and crumpled, venting air. One of Marco's ships lost a thruster to a torpedo, and three of the remaining enemy coordinated to mow it down with PDC fire like lions descending on a crippled gazelle. Even in that moment of loss and rage, Marco felt the joy of the fight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was ugly, brutal, direct." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were past clever solutions and elegant traps now. This was toe-to-toe throwing punches until someone fell to the ground. This was the urge that had put mankind on the battlefield with stones and lengths of wood, beating each other blood on blood on blood until only one side remained. And that side was Marco's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Free Navy, and fuck all the rest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Torngarsuk died last, dancing around arcs of PDC fire while al-Dujaili shouted defiance and obscenity over the radio. And then didn't. The Torngarsuk lost power, drifted, and detonated. Its own tiny, brief sun. Marco fell back into his crash couch, aware for the first time in he couldn't say how long of the thrust gravity pulling at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The tactical display showed two of the enemy ships fleeing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hadn't noticed when they'd left, but it hadn't been recent—they were already far outside his effective range. Farther and faster with every breath. He smiled, noticed the taste of blood on his lips. He'd bitten his cheek." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't remember that either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, his consciousness seemed to broaden. Not just his monitor and his couch and his body. There was an alert sounding somewhere. A smell of smoke and the bright scent of fire suppressants." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His headache had bloomed without him noticing into a throbbing unpleasantness, and his hands felt like his fingers had bent backward and were only just coming back to true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked around the deck. Josie and Miral and Karal, all looking back at him. He lifted a fist.\n\n\"Victory,\" he said, and coughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But the victory came at a price." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two of his reinforcements from Ganymede were done, the crews dead, the ships hardly more than scrap. Three of the ships from the Callisto yards would need repair. The Pella had suffered a breakdown in the air recycler that was annoying but trivial. Enough that they had to land in the shipyard again for a few days while it was repaired and tested." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Johnson's lickspittle OPA had taken worse, died in greater number, but still, this wasn't the sort of success Marco could afford many more of." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And add to the injury the insult of being lectured by Nico Sanjrani.\n\n\"This has to stop,\" the little economist said from the screen. \"The damage to infrastructure is getting worse, and the more the curve deflects, the harder—the more nearly impossible—it's going to be to pull it back up.\"\n\nMarco, in the office he'd appropriated for Free Navy's command on Callisto, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The message had been sent with heavy encryption, its origin path and return hidden in layers of mathematics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All he knew for certain was that Sanjrani was far enough away that the light delay and the limitations of equipment kept him from a real-time conversation. For that, Marco was profoundly grateful.\n\n\"I can resend the analysis,\" Sanjrani whined. \"But this situation is making things worse than the numbers show. Worse. Whatever it takes to stop it, you need to do that. If we don't start building a separate exchange economy soon—and by soon I mean weeks or months ago—we may have to reimagine the whole project. We may not be able to get away from inner-planet-backed scrip at all, and then we can be as politically independent as we want, only it will still devolve back to financial constraints by the inner planets, which was what we were trying to get away from in the first place.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sanjrani looked tired. Stressed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was an ashy tone to his skin, and his eyes seemed sunken. Given that he was holed away somewhere safe from battle, it seemed more than a little histrionic. Marco stopped the message—there was another twenty minutes in the spool—and composed his reply. It wasn't a long one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nico,\" he said gently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You give me too much credit. None of us have the power to control what atrocities Earth and Mars and their misguided allies in the Belt will commit to stop us. We can only hold to our principles and our dreams. We will absolutely prevail, in time. When the inners put down their arms and leave the Belt in peace, we will have the power to end this. Until then, our only options are to defend ourselves or let our people die. I won't compromise on that, and I know you won't either.\"\n\nThere. Thirty seconds to answer thirty minutes of alarmist maundering. That was what efficiency looked like. He sent the message back on its looping way, checked the newsfeeds—the battle at Titan was entering a second day with heavy casualties on both sides, and still too early to know what he'd won or lost in it—and the work reports on his ships—the Pella was ready to launch, but not with any size of escort for at least another three days—and then heaved himself up and walked through to the meeting room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever it had been before—engineers' workspace, security building, storage—the room was now the war council of the Free Navy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Karal, Wings, Filip, Sárta from the Pella. Captain Lister from the Coin Silver, Captain Chou from the Lína. They sat on white upholstered chairs, their uniforms lending them a formality. They stood and saluted when he entered the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Except for Filip who nodded as a son to his parent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Thank you for coming,\" Marco said. \"We have plans to make. This assault must not go unanswered. We have to mount a counterstrike and show the inners that we aren't intimidated. Show our strength.\"\n\nA murmur of agreement passed through the room, no one actually speaking loud enough to be heard. Only not to be out of line." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Except, to his surprise, Filip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Another one?\" his son said. \"The last grand gesture did so well, que?\"\n\nMarco froze. The anger in Filip's voice—more than anger, contempt—was like being slapped. All around the room, the others went silent and still." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Something to say, Filipito?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco asked, his voice low and calm and rich with threat. But Filip chose not to hear it.\n\n\"Yeah, something. We had this conversation before, yeah? Walked away from Ceres and said we needed to plan a show of strength. Counterattack. Keep them afraid of us. We did this before, and now we're here again.\" Filip's face was flushed, his breath fast and heaving like he'd run to get here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Only last time it wasn't esá coyos la, was it? It was Dawes and Rosenfeld and Sanjrani. And Pa, yeah? Inner circle. Heart of the Free Navy. Part of the plan.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're tired, Filip,\" Marco said. \"You should go rest.\"\n\n\"How does this get different from last time you said it?\" Filip said. \"Tell me that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rage rose up in Marco's breast, filling his head with heat and fumes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could smell it like a chemical fire.\n\n\"Want to know, me,\" Filip said, voice trembling. \"This plan we've got. And the last plan before it. And the one before that. Which one's the real plan? Is there? Or are we just falling down and pretending we meant to?\"\n\nMarco smiled. When he stepped toward his son, Filip braced against a blow. Jaw tight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hands in fists." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco tousled his hair.\n\n\"Boys, eh?\" he said to the others. \"Boys and their tantrums. Captain Chou. Can we hear your report?\"\n\nChou cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We have a few targets might serve,\" he said, pulling up his hand terminal and sending a data file to the wall screen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Depends how it fits with the larger strategy.\"\n\nFilip went white, his jaw jutting out. Chou went on talking, gesturing at the wall screen as he listed his suggestions and plans. Marco kept his gaze on his son and let the others pretend nothing was happening but the meeting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you act like a child, you will be treated like a child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Embarrass me and I will embarrass you.\n\nFilip swallowed, turned, and walked out of the room, shoulders back and head held high. Marco laughed as the door shut, just loud enough he was certain Filip would hear him.\n\nHe turned to the wall screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't list Tycho,\" he said. \"Why not?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chou looked at his list, then back at Marco. \"You want to take Tycho?\"\n\n\"Why not?\" Marco said. \"These battles we're fighting now? They're the inners turning us against each other. Tricking us into killing our own. Belter against Belter, and for what? We can never win Earth and Mars over. They'll never see us as people. But Aimee Ostman? Carlos Walker? They should be on our side. Would be, if they weren't still stuck in a past that's gone, gone, gone. Yeah?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You say it,\" Chou said, nodding but dour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tycho has always been a jewel of the Belt. A source of our pride and a symbol of our success. It's why Fred Johnson squatted on it all those years. Now another Earther who thinks he's the savior of the poor backward Belt. Why should we let James Holden keep what was never his?\" Marco grinned and let the syllables drip out of his mouth. \"Tycho Station. Gather up all the ships we can, and burn there in force before the inners can regroup. We're faster than them. Smarter. And when we reach Tycho, we will see them rise up to greet us and toss Holden out the airlock, I will guarantee that.\"\n\nLister cleared his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Rocinante's not on Tycho, though.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marco frowned. A little stab of confusion and resentment pricked his heart. \"What?\"\n\n\"Los dué ships we sent after Ostman's ice hauler? Giambattista? No transponders, but came close enough they got drive signatures off the escort ship. Esá es la Rocinante.\"\n\nThe room was silent. Marco felt something crawling up the back of his neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the years he'd kept quiet track of where Naomi was, what she was doing, and now she and her lover had slipped away without his knowledge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It felt like a threat. Like a trap.\n\n\"The Rocinante,\" he said, speaking each word carefully, \"is running escort on Ostman's old, broken-down ice hauler?\"\n\n\"Looks like,\" Lister said.\n\nSomething was wrong with the air mix." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco wasn't getting enough oxygen." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His heart was beating fast, his breath coming faster.\n\n\"Where are they going?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\n\nLength:\n4 sentences\n\nStyle:\nJames S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inertia was one problem." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Location was the other.\n\nThe Giambattista was a massive ship, hard to bring up to speed and hard to slow down. A testament to the inconvenience of mass and Newton's first law. It was already braking toward the ring gate, pouring out energy and reaction mass in order to bring it to an orbit matching the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Between those two datapoints—where it was going and how quickly it was shedding momentum to get there—the fast-attack ships knew within a narrow range of possibilities where they would be and when they would be there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden's calculus was built from unknowns. How many gs could the Giambattista endure during a hard brake? How many of the ships she carried in her vast belly would fail under that strain? The cold equations of velocity, energy transfer, and relative motion could draw idealized curves to describe any number of scenarios, but experience added on a permanent and indelible unless something unexpected happens, and then who the hell knows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Best guess, Alex,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What are we looking at?\"\n\nAlex rubbed a hand over his thinning hair and made a distressed chuffing sound under his breath. The galley smelled like chamomile tea and cinnamon, but Naomi and Clarissa were both empty-handed. The Roci's deceleration was about a g and a half, matching the Giambattista." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It made Holden feel like he was tired even though he wasn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I was them,\" Alex said, \"I'd plan to overshoot. Time my braking run so that I'd go by just before that big bastard out there got to the ring. Group both ships together, because there's an attack opportunity during that pass. Drop a shitload of torpedoes that could use my velocity as a boost, hope I got a few good hits in. Once I'd passed, my torpedoes would be fighting against my velocity instead of building on it, so I'd likely save my powder until I could kill off what was left of my speed. Then come back to finish up anything that survived that first pass.\"\n\n\"Sounds plausible,\" Naomi said. \"And what would you do if you were us?\"\n\n\"Get to the ring as quick as I could,\" Alex said, more quickly this time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Make them hurry to catch up to us so that the loop back took as long as possible. Then use whatever that window was to get Bobbie and her forces in through the gate, let her take over the rail guns, and get our butts into the slow zone so she could splash those bastards when they got back.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Going to be unpleasant trying to keep the Giambattista alive once they get back,\" Clarissa said. \"Two of them. One of us. That boat's a big target.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Holden said. \"What about their drive plumes? If they're braking toward us, how big a threat are they?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The speeds we're looking at, if we get in their plume, we'll be in their laps.\"\n\nClarissa's voice was small, calm. \"If it's a suicide mission?\"\n\nAlex sobered. \"Well, ah, then ... Yeah, that would suck.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we break the Giambattista with too hard a burn,\" Naomi said, \"we can still stage the attacks from out here. We're already unloading the first wave from outside the gate. There's no reason we can't launch the second one from here too. The command crew can't be much larger than the Canterbury's was. We'll evacuate them on the Roci if we have to.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Unless whatever we break interferes with us deploying the boats,\" Clarissa said. \"Then Naomi and I are out there with welding torches trying to pop Bobbie's stuff loose when the attack ships get back, and everyone has a bad day.\" It was weird hearing Amos' idioms spoken in her voice. The two had spent a lot of time together, though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So maybe it wasn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden rubbed his palm across the cool surface of the table. The weight of the moment pressed on his shoulders. \"I'll talk to Bobbie and Amos. They're there. They can make our case. Cut the deceleration now, go on the float until the last minute, and then burn like hell to brake. Make them chase us.\"\n\n\"Going to be hard selling that to Belters,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My people aren't fans of high g.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alternative being torpedo strikes makes a compelling argument, though.\"\n\nNaomi shrugged. \"It does.\"\n\nAfter that, the hours stretched. Sleeping would have been a good idea, but it wasn't possible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hit the gym, pulling against resistance bands until the ache distracted him from the attack ships bearing down on them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But as soon as he stopped, it flooded back in on him. Wondering whether the enemy would target the Giambattista because it was the larger target or the Rocinante as the bigger threat. If the plan to take Medina would work. If it would work in time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "What the Free Navy would do if it worked, if it failed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If they won and the passage to the colony worlds opened again, what it would mean for the Belters, for Earth, for Mars. What the shape of human history would look like if the Free Navy beat them. Anticipation soured to anxiety and fear, and then impatience and back to anticipation again. Usually, the Roci was comfortable as an old shirt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Under the guns this way, he felt closed in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Claustrophobic. He couldn't quite forget, the way he usually could, that they were a bubble of air and metal in an unthinkably huge emptiness.\n\nNaomi found him in their cabin after his exercise. Her hair was tied back, away from her face, and her eyes were calm and serious.\n\n\"Was looking for you,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He waved a little gamely. \"Present.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You doing all right?\"\n\n\"I don't know. Yes?\" He held out his hands, a gesture of helplessness. \"I don't know why I'm having such a hard time with this. Not like it's the first war I've started.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her laugh was rueful and warm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She launched across the room, caught onto the handholds where she could look over his shoulder at the monitor. The two enemy ships on approach. The Giambattista and the Roci. A red field where the braking burn would start." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A white line where the Roci thought the attack would come." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first attack. Violence reduced to spare and well-presented graphic design.\n\n\"You didn't start this one,\" Naomi said. \"Marco did that.\"\n\n\"Maybe,\" Holden said. \"Or maybe Duarte did. Or the protomolecule. Or Earth and Mars over the last couple of centuries of not giving a shit about the Belt. I don't know anymore. I feel like I understand what I have to do in the next ... I don't know. Five minutes? Maybe ten? Then after that, things get muddy.\"\n\n\"Next is enough,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As long as you always see the next step, you can walk the whole way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She put a hand on his shoulder, her palm warm against his skin. He laced his fingers with hers and braced as she pulled herself down beside him. A simple maneuver they'd done a million times before. The long practice of trivial intimacy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I keep wondering if this was inevitable,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There are so many things we could have done differently. Maybe we could have kept this from happening.\"\n\n\"We you-and-me, or we humanity?\"\n\n\"I was thinking humanity. But you-and-me too. If you'd killed Marco when you were kids together. If I'd kept my temper and not gotten kicked out of the Navy. If ... I don't know. If any of the things that got us here hadn't happened, would none of this be happening?\"\n\n\"Don't see how it could.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the screen, the two enemy ships ticked closer to them while they shifted—not as quickly—toward the red warning of the hard burn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I keep thinking it would have, though,\" Holden said. \"If it wasn't me or you or Amos or Alex, if it wasn't the Roci, it would be someone or something else. The Belt didn't get screwed because of you or me. Whatever it was that made the protomolecule didn't throw it at us because of anything that we'd done.\"\n\n\"Seeing as we were single cells at the time.\"\n\n\"Right? The details would be different, but the ... the shape of it all would be the same.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's the problem with things you can't do twice,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can't ever know how it would have gone if it had been the other way.\"\n\n\"No. But you can say that if we don't do something different, it'll happen again. And again. And again, over and over until something changes the game.\"\n\n\"Like the protomolecule?\"\n\n\"It didn't change anything,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here we are, still doing all the same things we did before. We've got a bigger battleground. Some of the sides have shifted around. But it's all the crap we've been doing since that first guy sharpened a rock.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi pulled herself closer, tucked her head against his shoulder. Probably people had been doing that since the dawn of time too, just not in freefall.\n\n\"You've changed,\" she said. \"The man I met on the Canterbury wouldn't have said that it was everyone's business. That whatever anyone did counted.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well. I've had really a lot of people shooting at me since then.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you've grown up some. It's all right. I have too. We're both still doing it. That's not something you stop. Not until you're dead.\"\n\n\"Mm,\" Holden said. Then, \"So I'm guessing this kind of thing doesn't bother you?\"\n\n\"Nature of history? No, it doesn't.\"\n\n\"Why not?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt Naomi's shrug against his body, familiar as if he'd done it himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know what I need to deal with next. I've got two attack ships crawling up my ass, ready to kill me and all the people I love most in life. And if they manage it, my evil ex-boyfriend may very well grind all human civilization in the system into a new dark age.\"\n\n\"Yeah. That guy's an asshole.\"\n\n\"Yup.\"\n\nThey watched it coming, knew it would come." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't make it any less frightening when it came." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex put the Roci just ahead of the Giambattista's nose, offset enough not to melt her with their exhaust, but close enough to maybe stop the enemy torpedoes before they hit. The two incoming plumes were like stars—fixed and steady. Holden remembered being a boy in Montana, learning to catch a baseball. The way that the ball seemed to float almost motionless when it was coming straight for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Status?\" Holden said.\n\n\"Sixty-three seconds to effective range,\" Naomi said. \"Roci's watching them.\"\n\nHolden breathed out. The captain of the Giambattista insisted that her ship wouldn't suffer more than three and a half gs, so that's what they were at. The enemy was slowing at a little over eight, but still going so fast that they would only spend a fraction of a second in range." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Forty,\" Naomi said, and coughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A painful sound that made Holden aware of the weight on his own throat. Maybe they should have gone on the juice after all. Behind them, the ring gate would have been visible to the naked eye by now. Even a very low-power scope would be showing the weird, almost organic, moving-but-stationary nonmaterial of its frame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Signal was leaking through the bare thousand kilometers of its diameter, distorted like ocean waves seen from beneath—radio, light, all the electromagnetic spectrum, only warped and made strange." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And beyond that, the rail guns waiting to kill them all.\n\n\"Starting to think this may not have been a great plan,\" he said.\n\n\"Five seconds. Four ...\"\n\nHolden braced. Not that it was going to help, just that he couldn't keep from doing it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the external cameras, the enemy drive plumes grew larger, thicker, brighter, and then in a blink, faster than the frame refresh, they were gone and the Rocinante bucked hard around him, slamming him into his crash couch like he'd fallen off a ladder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ship rang like a struck gong, deafening. For a confused second, he thought they'd been thrown around by the enemy's wake. That they were going to capsize.\n\nThe Roci steadied. An alarm was sounding, brash and demanding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What have we got?\" Holden shouted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know,\" Clarissa shouted. \"I haven't been looking at this any longer than you. Just ... All right. Looks like we ate a couple PDC rounds or ... No, hold on. That doesn't make sense.\"\n\nThe alarm shut off. The silence seemed more ominous." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe the shaking hadn't been the Roci's maneuvering thrusters getting them out of the way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd been hit. They might be spewing out their spare air into vacuum.\n\n\"'Doesn't make sense' is not good, Clarissa,\" he said, trying to make his panic sound cheerful. \"Something that made me feel like we weren't dying would be really nice.\"\n\n\"Well, we got a little beat up,\" Clarissa said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought it was PDCs, but ... No. We took out a torpedo close enough that we caught some debris.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They launched four torpedoes at us and two at the Giambattista,\" Naomi said from behind him. \"We got them all, but there was a little damage to both ships. I'm waiting to get a solid report from Amos.\"\n\nIn that blink, Holden thought. That moment of shaking had been a whole battle too abrupt for a human mind to follow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wasn't sure if that was amazing or terrifying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe there was room for both.\n\n\"Not dying, though,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Not any faster than usual, anyway,\" Clarissa said. \"I'll need to swap out some sensor arrays and plug a couple holes on the outer hull when we get a chance.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Alex?\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's it look like up there?\"\n\n\"I got a bloody nose,\" Alex said. He sounded affronted. Like bloody noses were something you got when you were a kid and beneath his dignity now.\n\n\"I'm sorry about that, but I was thinking more about the ships that were trying to kill us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh. Right,\" Alex said, sniffing back the blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Like I said, that first window's closed. Anything they throw at us now, we can knock down easy. And it doesn't look like they're changing much about their burn.\"\n\n\"How long does that give us?\"\n\nAlex sniffed again. \"We'll get to a matching point beside the gate in a little less than an hour. If our little friends do a straight-line burn to come back to us and don't change their burn rate? We'll have six and a half hours. If they loop around so they can come at us from different directions, a little more.\"\n\n\"What's the most?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Eight,\" Alex said. \"Best-case scenario, we're going to need to get all our folks through that gate and under protection of our shiny new rail gun artillery inside of eight hours. Seven's more realistic. Six would mean we didn't have to sweat it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Amos is saying they got knocked around a little, but only lost some plating in the storage decks and maybe half a dozen boats,\" Naomi said. \"Bobbie's calling it a win, and they're scrambling the first wave.\"\n\nBetween the three and a half gs and the violence of the Roci's defense, Holden's jaw and back ached. He couldn't imagine how unpleasant this had to be for Naomi and the Belters in the Giambattista." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Including the first-wave team that Bobbie was about to lead down the enemy's throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One wave to take the rail guns, then a second to secure Medina. By then, maybe he'd know what he needed to do next.\n\nIf it didn't work out, they'd try to keep the Giambattista and the OPA soldiers still on her alive long enough to come up with some other plan.\n\nThe ring gate grew larger on the scopes, looming up until they were so close, it dwarfed the ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A thousand kilometers from one side to the other, and beyond it, the weird nonplace of the slow zone, the other gates, and the ruins of a thirteen-hundred-world galactic empire that humanity aspired to salvage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi was right. It didn't matter whether they were servants of some greater historical movement or individual, disconnected lives suffering the consequences of their own choices. It didn't change what they had to do.\n\nThe Giambattista reached a minimum in their vector curve and shut down their drive. A few seconds later, the Roci did the same, but by then, the sides of the giant ship were already sliding open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the starlight, the thousands of tiny cheap boats looked like spores being thrown to the wind by a dark fungus, visible more by the starlight they blocked than by any actual color or shape of their own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This close, the ring gate dwarfed them. He couldn't keep from seeing it as a massive milky eye, staring blindly down at a sun that was hardly more than the brightest star among billions.\n\nThe connection request came to his monitor. Bobbie Draper. He accepted, and her face appeared on his screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her powered armor made her unhelmeted head seem small." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Voices behind her spoke in Belter cant so fast that he couldn't make out the words.\n\n\"First wave's ready to go,\" she said. \"Permission to deploy?\"\n\n\"Granted,\" Holden said. \"But, Bobbie? Really, really don't die out there.\"\n\n\"No one lives forever, sir,\" Bobbie said, \"but as long as it doesn't compromise the mission, I'll try to live through it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thanks.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One by one, and then in ragged groups, the small, weak chemical rockets began to ignite. All of them together didn't have the power of the Roci's reactor, but they didn't need it. Their whole lives were the space from the ring gate to the station in the center of the slow zone. For most of them, less than that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And only one of them had Bobbie and Amos and their ground force." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately two sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Holden watched, the boats shifted like a flock of starlings, became a single, moving shape on an imaginary, tactical wind, and burned toward the gate.\n\nAnd then through it." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd known it was coming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even before they'd pried the specific information out of Jakulski, she'd known something was coming. It was a feeling that came up like a bad dream she couldn't shake. A premonition or just the kind of fear that seeped through anytime she had something important and too clear an imagination about how it would be to lose it. Knowing that the war was coming to Medina was almost a relief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least she knew in broad strokes what to be afraid of." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fear had made small changes feel large. When Jakulski brought them the news that their work schedule was shifting, Roberts couldn't keep from interpreting each change like tarot cards. Tracking down the signal drop on the interior of the drum was pushed off for a month, so maybe Captain Samuels thought it wasn't important for defense from the invasion. The retrofit of the water supply for lower g moved up, so maybe they wanted extra capacity ready in case the environmental systems were damaged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They spent a day installing redundant comm lasers so that they could always have a tightbeam line to Montemayor and the rest of Duarte's advisors and guards on the alien station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everything that she could fit into the idea of fortifying against coming violence became more evidence that her fear was justified; the more evidence she had, the easier it became to see things as further proof.\n\nIt wasn't only her, either. The others in her workgroup were all suffering from the same dread. Jakulski was gone more often than not now, not supervising them except to tell them at the start what to do and ask at the end if they'd done it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And when he did come out after shift, he left early without giving any excuses beyond Things need doing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salis was drinking more, showing up for shift hungover and angry and then not wanting to head back to his quarters when the day was done. Vandercaust ... well, ever since the false alarm with the mole, Vandercaust had been a smaller man. Not in his body, but the way he moved through his life. Careful, amenable, tucking into himself like a snail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once, just after they'd heard about the ice hauler burning out toward the Sol gate, they'd been in the bar when some young coya, drunk off her ass, had started off shouting about how the colony planets didn't deserve aid or attention." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They don't like being treated that way, they shouldn't have done it to us and They're just as bad as Mars only without the stones to back it and Come back five generations from now and maybe we'll be close to even. Vandercaust had finished his drink fast and left without saying goodbye. Anything political got his back up now, even if it was something they all agreed with.\n\nAnd still, Roberts found she needed the company." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the leaks and rumors got bad enough that Captain Samuels had to make an announcement—Enemy ships associated with OPA factions outside the Free Navy are sending a large cargo ship and escort." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We don't know their intentions. The Free Navy has dispatched fighters to back Medina up, but with the fighting so hot in the system, it is a minimum force.—Roberts was almost relieved. At least they could talk about it all openly now and not get Jakulski's balls in a vice.\n\nWhen the enemy was on close approach to the far side of the ring, all the work on Medina ground to a halt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were schedules and lists and work reports, but there were also enemies at the gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jakulski didn't show up to give them their daily orders, and even their freedom seemed ominous. They shifted to a bar where the wall screens were set to a local security newsfeed—the latest on the siege of Medina Station as it happened.\n\nDiagrams of the positions of enemy ships and their Free Navy defenders. Analysis of who Aimee Ostman and Carlos Walker were and why they hadn't joined the Free Navy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Confirmation that the escort ship was James Holden's Rocinante." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beer. Dried tofu with wasabi powder. The camaraderie of the mob. It felt almost like gathering up to watch football, except their home was the pitch, and loss would mean the deaths of more than only people. The autonomy and freedom the Free Navy promised was balanced on the head of a pin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did they get them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salis asked breathlessly. \"Did we kill them?\"\n\nRoberts reached across the table, grabbing his hand and squeezing, waiting for the feed to update. For fresh information to come through. There wasn't any romance in the gesture." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not even a sexual invitation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There just wasn't a better way to express hope and fear and oh holy shit all at the same moment. Across the bar, three dozen people—maybe more—stared at the thick, confused images bleeding through the gate. If it hadn't been a live image, it could have gotten cleaned up almost to where the gate's weirdness didn't show at all. But jagged and bent right now was better than clear as nothing later on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A flash of the Rocinante, blooming fire-bright." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The whole room took in its breath. Waited. But when the glow faded, the enemy was still there. Salis spat out an obscenity and let her hand go. On the feed, the Free Navy attack ships were already gone, carried off into the black by their own rush to get to the Giambattista and Rocinante before they'd reached the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For all the fucking good it had done." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Es bien, es bien, yeah?\" Vandercaust said. \"Took a shot, bruised them. Make them rush is the thing. Keep them from going slow, being careful.\"\n\n\"You don't know what they've got on that ship,\" Roberts said. \"Could be anything.\"\n\nVandercaust nodded, took a bit of tofu between his finger and thumb and squeezed it until it cracked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Whatever it is, we'll put rail gun rounds through it until it's dust.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He held out his green-powdered thumb like he was demonstrating the idea of dust. She nodded so tight and fast it was more like rocking back and forth.\n\n\"Dui,\" she said, wanting to believe it. Needing to. On the feed, the looming mass of the ice hauler had come to a relative stop on the far side of the gate and just off to the side where the rail guns couldn't fire through at it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So they knew that the defenses were there and to keep their heads down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was too bad.\n\n\"What are they doing?\" Salis said, not expecting an answer. In the feed, a hundred faint new stars bloomed around the ice hauler, wavering and inconstant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then a thousand. Then double that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roberts felt some part of herself step back, shock pulling her away from herself.\n\n\"Mé scopar,\" she breathed. \"Are those drive plumes?\"\n\nThe dots of light surged, all moving at once." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A swarm of bright wasps, swirling, curving, and passing through the ring gate and out into their space." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her space. Here and there, a light flickered and died, one of the thousands sputtering and dying, but most flowed around each other, flight systems taking in the situation—their position, the alien station, Medina, the rings.\n\nThere were safe spaces where the rail guns wouldn't fire. Not behind cover, because apart from Medina itself there was nothing in the slow zone to hide behind. But the rail gun rounds wouldn't stop once they passed through the tiny attacking ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Any of the enemy that could put themselves between the end of a rail gun and the ring of a gate or Medina itself would be safe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At least until the PDC and torpedoes of Medina Station could reach it. Like slivers of iron showing a magnetic field, the swarm burned for the lines defined by geometry and tactics. Or, most of them, anyway. The few that had failed spun helplessly in the void, threatening no one. And others ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Those fast-movers aren't ships,\" Salis said. \"Those are torpedoes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roberts' hand terminal alerted in the same moment as Vandercaust's and Salis'. She was the first to pull hers from her pocket. The screen was red-bannered. The battle alert. She acknowledged, reporting her position." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The assignment put her in a floating damage-control team." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jakulski and the rest of the higher powers in technical were waiting to see where they were needed. Where the damage came. It was worse than a hard assignment because her blood was fizzing with the need to flee or fight, and there was nowhere to go. If she could have run to a post, she'd have been able to pretend that she was doing something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That she could affect the wave of destruction flying toward her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah!\" Vandercaust said. \"There we go!\"\n\nOn the wall screen, the rail guns had opened up. At first, it was only motion, the emplaced barrels—her barrels, the ones she'd put in their housings—quivering. Then the newsfeed overlaid the paths of the rounds, bright lines that vanished as quickly as they appeared, and with each flicker one of the enemy died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Roberts felt her jaw starting to ache from clenching it, but she couldn't relax." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salis grunted, his expression dismayed.\n\n\"Que?\" Roberts asked.\n\n\"Wish we weren't doing, that is all,\" he said.\n\n\"Doing what?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gestured to the wall screen with his chin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sending stuff out past the gates. To where it goes away.\"\n\nShe knew what he meant. The starless nothing—not even space—on the other side of the gates was eerie when you thought about it too much. Matter and energy could be converted into each other, but not destroyed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So when something that went out beyond the sphere of the slow zone seemed to vanish, it had to go somewhere or be changed into something." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But no one knew what.\n\n\"No option,\" she said. \"Esá coyos making us.\"\n\n\"Yeah, it's only ...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Long, terrible minutes stretched." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roberts fell into something half panic and half trance. The lines flashed on the feed. Another dead enemy. Another slug of tungsten accelerated out of reality and into the blackness stranger than space. Now that she saw it through Salis' eyes, it made her nervous too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was so easy to forget the profound strangeness all around them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They lived there, it was their home, so of course they had to defend it. But it was also a mystery they lived inside.\n\nThe timelessness of her attention and focus broke as a shudder passed through the incoming swarm, and her heart doubled its beat. A swirling motion that went through the drive plumes even as they winked out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The muttering in the room got louder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How fast they burning?\" Vandercaust said, awe in his voice. He switched his hand terminal from the alert screen to a tracking program, streaming the data into it. \"Esá can't have crew on. Jelly and smash if they were, juice or no juice.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Medina shuddered. The vibration was small but unmistakable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first of the enemy were inside effective range. On the feed, the flicker of the rail guns was joined by slower, sweeping arcs of PDC fire, the bright pinpoints of Medina's own torpedoes. Roberts found herself muttering curses like they were prayer, and didn't know how long she'd been doing it. The flickers of enemy drive plumes began to thicken and coalesce into a single bright shaft, drawing a line between the alien station and Medina." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They're getting between us,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They got to stop them, they're getting between us. They're going to get here. They're going to board us.\"\n\n\"No one on them to board us,\" Vandercaust said again. \"No es ships, those. Fists with engines to push them is all. Rams.\"\n\n\"We're still picking them off,\" Salis said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Look, rail guns still firing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was true. The shots were careful, dangerous. They slid past Medina's drum so close Roberts imagined she heard them hiss on the way past. But the enemy kept dying, exploding into scrap and vapor. The wave of enemy torpedoes was already gone, turned to debris and bad intentions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And the ships, closer and closer but fewer every minute." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're taking hits,\" Vandercaust said, glowering into his hand terminal.\n\nRoberts pulled up her own terminal. Pressure loss on the outermost layers of the drum. Not everywhere, but scattered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A hall here, a warehouse there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A water reservoir was holed, throwing mist and ice out in a pinwheel as the drum spun it away. The Mormons had built the outer parts of the drum thick against the hard radiation of space. But no one was dying. Not yet.\n\n\"How are they hitting us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Dead scraps,\" Salis said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's the debris from the torpedoes. It's nothing.\"\n\nIt might have been true that it was only debris, but it wasn't nothing. As she watched, another alert opened, was flagged, assigned out. Her team wasn't called yet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wouldn't be, she thought, until the bombardment stopped or something important enough to be worth risking all three of their lives took a hit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Around them, the other people cheered, and she looked up to see a spreading sphere in among the fading swarm. They got a big one, and the detonation had been enough to knock out a few of its nearest neighbors.\n\nThe thousands of wasps were fewer now. Two, maybe three hundred, and fading by the moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ones there were diving hard for Medina, dodging arcs of PDC fire, fleeing from the torpedo strikes, slipping outside their corridor of safety and being ripped apart by the rail guns." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the glittering lights fell to black, Roberts felt something in her gut and her throat. The laughter came out as barely a chuckle, but warm and full as tears, and grew to something deep.\n\nThey had come to take Medina, and they were failing. Yes, the station was taking its hits." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes, they would be bloodied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But they would not fall. Medina was Free Navy now, and it would be Free Navy forever. Salis was grinning too. All around them, cheers started to go up with every rail-gun strike that plucked away another invader." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of them all, only Vandercaust seemed uncertain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Que sa?\" Roberts asked him. \"Visé like you're trying to rub your asshole with your elbow.\"\n\nVandercaust shook his head. Another flicker from the rail guns, another light gone out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Keep drifting, them,\" Vandercaust said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Visé. They're in the shadow, yeah? Station's far enough away the rail guns can cover them and us with the same thumbnail. But then they ... drift. Get where the rail guns can pick them off. What for they drifting?\"\n\n\"Who cares, as long as they all die?\" Salis said around a mouthful of grinning.\n\n\"Maybe they want to get killed,\" Roberts said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Joking. She'd only been joking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The words hung there, floating over the table like smoke pooling when the luck was about to turn. She shifted her attention back to the screen, her joy and relief gone like they'd never been there. Cold washed her lungs and heart, a totally different fear than the tenseness and anxiety of the run-up. Another ship that should have died under Medina's PDCs or torpedoes died to a rail gun instead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What am I looking at, Vandercaust?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roberts said, her voice hard but trembling. Vandercaust didn't answer, but hunched over his hand terminal, working it furiously with his thick, workman's fingers.\n\nAnother ship. Another. Less than a hundred of the enemy left, and they were peeling away like a flower blooming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not even trying to keep course for Medina." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All around, the room erupted in shouts and celebration. Over the cacophony, she barely heard Vandercaust say Shit.\n\nShe asked the question with her hand, and he passed the hand terminal to her. Already, the start of the battle looked like something out of history." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The thousands of drive plumes flooding through the ring gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most—almost all—falling hard toward Medina.\n\nAlmost all. But a few failed. Their drives stuttering. Maneuvering thrusters blinking, throwing them into rough, cartwheeling spins. She remembered seeing them, discounting them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The enemy was so many, so cobbled together, so among the thousands, there were a few malfunctions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It only meant a handful they didn't have to worry about.\n\nExcept Vandercaust had flagged one. It glowed blue on his display as the battle proceeded. The rail guns turned toward the torpedoes that threatened Medina." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rounds spitting out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The enemy dying. But not the little green malfunction. It drifted, tumbling and dead.\n\nUntil it didn't.\n\nWhen its drive burst back into life, it wasn't flying for Medina or retreating back for the Sol gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It darted toward the alien sphere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The blue, faintly glowing artifact at the center of the slow zone where all their guns were placed. Roberts was trembling so hard now that the green dot seemed to dance in her hand, leaving bright traces behind it. A jittering afterimage of how they'd been tricked. Thousands of boats and torpedoes arcing through the vacuum like a magician's gesture meant only to pull the eye." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And God damn, but it had worked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She handed back the hand terminal, plucked up her own, put in an emergency connection request to Jakulski. Every second he didn't answer felt like another clod of dirt landing on her coffin. When he did appear, he was in the administration offices, outside the drum and on the float. His sated grin told her that even Captain Samuels hadn't figured it out yet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Que hast, Roberts?\" Jakulski said, and for a moment, she couldn't talk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The longing to be in the world Jakulski and all the others around here were in—the world where they'd won—was a lump in her throat. The words wouldn't fit past it.\n\nAnd then they did.\n\n\"Get a tightbeam to Mondragon,\" she said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Regret coming along?\" Bobbie asked, shouting over the noise of the boat.\n\nAmos, across from her, shrugged and shouted back. \"Nah. It's all right if the cap and Peaches get a little time together. Helps 'em get used to each other. Besides, this is fun too.\"\n\n\"Only if we win.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That is more fun than losing,\" he said, and she laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The boat was crap.\n\nOnce, it had been a cargo container. Not a real one either, built to standards for a mech or an automated dock to handle along with thousands of others with the same dimensions and handholds and doors. This had been a custom job, cobbled together in the Belt out of equal parts scrap and ingenuity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The second hull was added later, the welds still bright at the corners." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crash couches weren't actual couches, just thick sheets of gel glued to the walls with straps like climbing harnesses to hold their bodies against it. Add to that the fact that they had no active sensors, that they were on the tumble, that the dozen men and women with them were indifferently trained, that probably more than half of them had been involved in conspiracies against Mars and Earth in the not so distant past, that their weapons were old and their armor a collection from half a dozen different sources. And, of course, that if the enemy rail guns took notice of them, the first warning they'd have was that they were all dead. Bobbie should have been in a panic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt like she'd just lowered herself into a warm bath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The anxious gabble of the soldiers might be in the mishmash polyglot of the Belt. She might only be able to follow half of it. She knew what they were saying. Antinausea meds kept the complex spinning of the boat from turning even less pleasant, and their bitter aftertaste was like coming back to a house she'd lived in when she was young." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One rich with good memories and familiar places." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She liked the Rocinante as much as anyplace she'd ever been since Ganymede. They were good people, and even in a weird way they were her friends now. The soldiers all around her weren't and would never be that. They were her command, and even if it was only for a moment, she felt like she was exactly where she belonged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her suit speakers chirped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Communications were the one active thing she'd decided would be worth the risk. Now it was time to find out if that had been a good call. She accepted the connection with her chin.\n\nA burst of static, followed by a weird fluting sound, like wind blowing across the mouth of a bottle, static again, and then Holden's anxious voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bobbie? How's it going in there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Five by five,\" she said, checking the exterior cameras to make sure that was true. The blue glow of the alien station rose up from the bottom of her visual field and curved off to the left. A glittering star field of rockets. A glimpse of Medina Station looking smaller than a beer can." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The proximity readings had a dual countdown: one for the moment they passed inside the arc of the rail gun, the other for when they'd slam into the station itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were both spooling down quickly. \"We'll be on the surface in ... three minutes.\"\n\n\"Are the troops ready?\"\n\nBobbie chuckled and added the group channel in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey. You assholes ready to do this?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cheer that came through maxed out the speaker. She slid back to the connection to the Rocinante.\n\n\"Good answer,\" Holden said, but tightly. The fluting sound again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Distortion from the ring." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She hadn't felt anything moving through it. No discontinuity or sense of vertigo. It did manage to fuck with sensors and comms, though.\n\n\"The mission's on track, sir,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll get control of the guns and get you in here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alex is saying the attack ships have vectored past zero. They're heading back in our direction now.\"\n\n\"We'll do it quickly,\" Bobbie said.\n\n\"I know,\" Holden said. \"Sorry. Good hunting.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Bobbie said, and the connection dropped, the comm indicator going to red." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She went back to the exterior cameras, switched to a corrected view." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The image was steady this way, the tumble of the boat only showing in three jagged blind spots that sped through it like cartoon bats. There were fewer of the decoy boats now, but not none. And they'd made it in close enough that the station was blocking all but two of the rail guns. As long as those two didn't decide they were as interesting as the torpedoes and empty landing craft speeding toward Medina, they'd be fine. Except ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She grabbed the image, enlarged it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There at the base of the nearest rail gun emplacement, a dozen meters from the massive sky-pointing gun, a low, gray structure. Round as a coin, and sloped so that no matter what angle debris or outgassing struck it from, it would be pressed more firmly in place. It was a design she knew inside and out. She waited for the fear to come, but all that showed up was a grim kind of determination." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Amos,\" she shouted, sending him a copy of the image." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Take a look at this.\"\n\nThe big man looked at his hand terminal. \"Huh,\" he said. \"Well, that complicates things.\"\n\nShe popped the group channel open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"New information. The intelligence we had that the rail guns weren't guarded may have been faulty. I'm looking at an MCRN-design troop bunker right now. If there's one, there may be others.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A chorus of alarm and regret. Bobbie switched the channel controls, killing all the mics but hers.\n\n\"No whining. We knew this was a possibility. If you don't want to participate, feel free to leave now. Otherwise, check your seals and weapons and be ready for a fight when we hit surface. Our job is to get control of those guns.\"\n\nShe enabled their mics in time to hear a ragged chorus of yes sirs and one woman's voice calling her a bitch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If there'd been time for a lesson in discipline, Bobbie might not have ignored it, but hey." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a high-stress environment and the OPA soldiers weren't marines. She'd work with what she had.\n\nFollowing her own advice, she ran a weapons check. Her arm-mounted Gatling gun read a full mag, two thousand rounds of mixed armor piercing and high explosive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A single-use rocket launcher was hooked to a hard point on her back, and slaved to her suit's targeting laser." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Powered armor at full charge. She didn't doubt that she was the single most dangerous thing on their little landing craft. That meant she'd be taking point.\n\nThe boat informed her that they'd passed beneath the rail gun emplacement's range." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The computer started the maneuvering thrusters on their correction burns to stop the tumble and lit the main drive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The braking burn pressed her hard into the gel. Her vision started to tunnel, and she had to remind herself to tense her legs and arms, force the blood out of her muscles and into her brain. They still called it the slow zone, but the only actual speed limit there now was not getting crushed to death by the energy of stopping.\n\nThe boat hit hard, bounced, and hit again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before it had stopped sliding, Bobbie had pulled her straps off and hit the button that blew the door completely off the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They wouldn't be using it to leave, no matter how things turned out. The landscape outside was as surreal as something in a dream. A plain of blue purer than a Terran sky, featureless and glowing. It cast shadows up across the ship, across her soldiers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone's legs and crotches bright, their faces and shoulders in darkness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A thick band of metal-and-ceramic almost a meter high stretched out ahead of her like a low wall, disappearing over a much-too-close horizon. The rail gun, its base hidden by the station's curve, rose up toward an eerie starless sky. She could hear the throb of its firing as static on her radio, feel it like a change in the air pressure or a sickness just coming on.\n\nBobbie had seen video feeds from the slow zone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hadn't been prepared for her own sheer animal rebellion at how uncanny it was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even in the most designed architectural spaces she'd seen—Epping Cathedral on Mars, the UN building on Earth—there was a sense of nature. The station and the ring gates out beyond it weren't like that. They were like a ship, but unthinkably huge. It was that combination of size and artificiality that brought the hair up on the back of her neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There wasn't time for it now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We've got no cover,\" she barked. \"Spread out. Make it hard for the bastards to get us all. Now! Go!\"\n\nThey jetted forward in a broken line, their suit thrusters more than enough to defy the barely perceptible gravity of the eerie blue sphere. Good tactics, moving in a hard to predict ragged line like that, even if it came more from a lack of discipline than from a plan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahead of them, a dark line on the horizon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A second wall to match the first, converging at the rail gun. Just beyond it would be the low blister of the bunker. She could hope they hadn't noticed her make landfall. That she could get her engineers to the base of the rail gun and cut into the control systems before the enemy knew she was there ..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Heads up,\" Amos called." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first enemy fire came when they were still twenty meters from the corner where the walls converged. Enemy troops in what looked like Martian light armor crouched low to use the wall as cover, aiming down at them. Bobbie's heart sank. The enemy knew she was there, and were in position. Charging the walls, getting to the base of the rail gun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd be killed before they managed it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fall back,\" she snapped, then squeezed off a few hundred rounds along the top of the wall. The faces peering over disappeared. Some dead, some ducking, no way to know how many of each yet. The OPA soldiers followed orders, though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one tried to stay behind and play the hero." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The only cover she could be sure of was the curve of the station itself. Bullets flew past her. Where they struck the station, the blue showed streaks of yellow, bright as sparks that faded slowly back to blue. The rail gun was still spitting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once the station's curve had hidden the far wall, she jetted to a stop near the boat they'd landed in, and floated up until just the very top of the wall was visible above the curve of the station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She zoomed in, setting the optics to a high-contrast false color that would make any movement stand out like neon. Soon enough a shape moved. Someone emboldened to poke their head up for a quick look. She fixed on it, fired." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It disappeared. Dead or ducking?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No way to tell, that damned wall of metal in the way. The curve of the station protected her, but it also protected them. The other Martians. The ones, she was certain, who'd betrayed their world and armed the Free Navy. Was it so much to ask that one of them would get careless and come close?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos followed her lead without being told, and the others came behind him, hauling themselves up well behind her where the enemy rounds didn't reach and then crawling forward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The steel curve the enemy had looped around the station was wider than it was thick—eight meters across at least—plenty of room to lie on. They could move forward, push the enemy back centimeter by centimeter. Unless they were themselves pushed back. Unless the traitorous Martians had a boat of their own that could skim overhead and lay them all to waste." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She gestured to keep their eyes forward and tried opening a connection to the Rocinante." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The static seemed thicker now, ticking along in time with the rail gun fire. But then the weird fluting sound and Holden on the other side of it like she was seeing him through a veil.\n\n\"How's it going there, Bobbie?\" he asked.\n\n\"It's shit,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're encountering well-armed resistance in a fortified position.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right. How long is it going to take you to get past them? I'm only asking because we're looking at those fast-attack ships getting back here in a little under two hours, and it would be really great if we weren't here when they did.\"\n\n\"That's going to be difficult, sir,\" Bobbie said. The flickers of muzzle flash told her that someone on the enemy side had tried taking a shot, but they were gone again by the time she looked. \"In fact we could use a little air support.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't know how we do that,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi broke in on the line. \"We've lost essentially all of the decoy fleet. Anything still flying would be chewed to kibble before it got to you.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Bobbie said. \"I'm open to suggestion at this point.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos waved at her and pointed forward, toward the shifting pillar of the rail gun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She switched to a private connection with him.\n\n\"What about the power source?\" he said. \"These rail guns take a lot of energy to drive them and more to cool them off. And they've been going nonstop since we came through the gate. They've got to have a fusion reactor somewhere supplying the power. Maybe something salvaged off a ship. Maybe a couple truck-backs.\"\n\n\"Where would I find it?\" Bobbie asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If it was me, I'd put it right under whichever one of those surrogate cocks they figured was least likely to get shot at. Or they could all have their own.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She switched back to the Rocinante.\n\n\"What's going on?\" Holden said. \"Is Amos okay?\"\n\n\"We've got something. I'll report back,\" Bobbie said, and dropped the connection. She waved the soldiers forward, switched to the group channel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hold this ground. Keep their eyes and attention here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sa sa,\" one of them said. She didn't know which. \"How long we need to keep it?\"\n\n\"Until I get back,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or for the rest of our lives, she added silently as she burned back toward the fallen boat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door had been blown completely off, and the hull was dinged to shit where they'd slammed it into the station. But she didn't need it to be pretty. She just needed it to fly, and it could still do that, at least for a little while. When she lifted away from the surface of the station, a few of the enemy took shots at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pointless with normal arms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The hulls might be cheap-ass crap, but they were cheap-ass crap meant to live through micrometeor strikes. The roar of the engine was just a vibration in her suit. She was leaving her people behind, and it killed her a little bit to do it. But it was the right call." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There wasn't time to hesitate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The station curve was so tight, she had to work to stay tucked in close to it. The rail guns knew about her now. If she poked her head up, they'd chop it off. She thumbed on the full sensor array as she sped, touring the station as quickly as she could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd circled the station like three belts around a basketball, a rail gun placed wherever the steel bands intersected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't hard to find them. Each of them was radiating heat as quickly as it could, maxing out the IR sensors in a way she'd never seen. But one—the one opposite the Sol gate—looked a bit hotter. If there was a single main reactor, that was her best bet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She set the little boat's course, overrode the proximity shutoff, and as soon as she felt it duck down in its final kamikaze burst, she undid her straps and jumped for the airlock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it had been a real drive, the plume would have killed her. Instead, every temperature alarm on her armor went off at once. Her faceplate went opaque. A seal in her arm popped, sucking the skin around her elbow painfully until the secondary inflated and pressed down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For one terrifying second, she drifted above the station, blind and vulnerable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When vision returned, she could see the white bubble of the enemy bunker, and the twinkle of their muzzles as they fired. Bobbie painted the bunker with her targeting laser and launched the rocket on her back while at the same time firing her suit's thrusters toward the surface as fast as they'd take her. She hit the surface of the station harder than she'd meant to, jarring her teeth hard enough she tasted blood. There was one bright flash as the rocket detonated, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the second flash of their landing boat slamming into the rail gun's reactor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her faceplate went opaque again, but instead of the midnight black she'd suffered in the fire of the drive plume, it glowed a mottled brown." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The radiation monitor flashed a red trefoil alert at her. But what fed her raw, animal panic was the wind. A thin, fast whistle of gas rushed past her, pushed her off from the surface.\n\nWhen, seconds later, the faceplate cleared, a glowing cloud was expanding out from just beyond the horizon, a nebula slowly going dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The surface of the station wasn't blue, but an angry acid green." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh, Bobbie thought as the station began to strobe green to white to black to green again. This might have been a really, really bad idea.\n\nTo her left and right, the steel bands around the station were wrong. At first, she wasn't sure how, but then she made out the gap between the steel and the surface, like a ring a size too large for the finger it was on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She switched to magnetic and IR, but they'd both burned out in the backsplash from the reactor failure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The station shifted slowly back toward blue. She had the irrational sense that it was aware of her. That she'd annoyed it, and had its attention. She used the suit's thruster and the thin microgravity drift to pull herself back down to the surface, half expecting it to grab her and haul her inside to be punished, but it didn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her radio was hardened enough to work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is Sergeant Draper,\" she said. \"Is the rail gun still firing?\"\n\n\"THE FUCK DID YOU DO?\" a man's voice screamed, high and frightened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She cut off all their mics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's what I'm asking, soldier,\" she said, then switched over to private. \"Amos?\"\n\n\"Don't know what you did, Babs, but it fucked things up in all the best ways. Rail gun looks powered down, the few remaining assholes are pulling back toward assholeville, and I think these metal bands that everything's stuck to are moving a little.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I may have popped those loose.\"\n\n\"Impressive,\" Amos said. \"Hey, look, I got to go shoot somebody.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No problem,\" she said, and opened the channel to the Rocinante." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay. You guys still out there?\"\n\n\"Bad guys are getting really, really close,\" Holden said. \"Tell me you have good news.\"\n\n\"I have good news,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can come through the ring. In fact, if you could get over here and get us some air support, it would be much appreciated.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a general whooping, made strange and uneasy by the interference of the ring. Was it her imagination that it was louder now?\n\n\"You got them?\" Holden said, and she could hear the grin on his face. \"You took the rail guns? We control them?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her suit sensors showed the wall of steel nearest her was starting to shift." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just a few centimeters, but there was definitely movement. It was broken. It was all broken. The rail guns weren't going to defend anyone anytime soon.\n\n\"We don't,\" she said. \"But at least no one does.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text.\n\nAuthor style: James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know what I'd like?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex yelled down from the cockpit.\n\n\"If we could get out of here?\" Holden yelled back.\n\n\"If we could get out of here. At this rate we're going to be sitting here with our jumpsuits around our ankles when the bad guys get back,\" Alex said. \"There's a reason they don't call those things slow-attack ships.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even though Naomi was strapped into the couch beside Holden's, she answered over the headsets so she at least wasn't shouting about it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Giambattista's a big ship, Alex. You're just spoiled because you haven't had to drive a cow like that in years.\"\n\n\"Shit,\" Alex said. \"I could have spun the Canterbury around in half the time this is taking.\"\n\nNaomi's sigh was as close as she was going to get to agreeing with them. \"Well, you were good at your job.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the screen, the Giambattista slid slowly sideways toward the ring gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The damage from the attack ships' first run had done something to unbalance the maneuvering thrusters, so a lot of the piloting involved rotating the ship and then waiting until the working thrusters spun into the right position to fire. The plumes of the returning attack ships were already visible. It wouldn't be long before the torpedo barrage would kick in again, unless the Free Navy was going for a wait-till-you-see-the-whites-of-their-eyes approach. The enemy had split, curving back toward them in an almost hundred-degree spread." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't quite as bad as it could have been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If they'd taken the time to bring their attacks from opposite directions, defending the Giambattista with the Roci would have been almost impossible. But it would also have taken enough time to play the vectors and get in position that the Giambattista would have cleared the ring gate before they arrived. It was like they were all being forced to find a min/max point in a complex curve of inertia, acceleration, and a lot of dead people.\n\nThe Giambattista's main drive fired, the plume dwarfing the ship, and Alex crowed in celebration." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"About time,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm matching course. We'll be through in twenty minutes.\"\n\nHolden opened a connection to Bobbie. The seconds stretched out long enough that he started to feel his gut tighten. The connection came through, dropped, then reestablished just as Naomi said, \"One of them's burning to pass through the gate with us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd get right back to that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're looking at twenty minutes to get through the gate. Where do you stand?\"\n\nThe weird interference of the gates made her reply thick and creepy. She was breathing hard, and until there were words with it, he was picturing her gut-shot and on the float. Or drifting down onto the surface of the alien station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was reaching to switch over to Amos when she spoke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Amos's holding position against the enemy,\" she said. \"I'm almost back to them. Suit ran out of propellant mass, so I'm hoofing it with the mag boots.\"\n\n\"You're running back to the fight?\"\n\n\"Well, call it a fast shuffle,\" Bobbie said between breaths, \"but it's fine. They put in. A big metal road. Goes right to 'em.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay. We'll get some backup to you as soon as we can. Just don't get killed before we get there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No promises, sir,\" Bobbie said, and he would have sworn from her voice she was smiling when she said it. A blast of static, and the connection dropped.\n\n\"Okay,\" Holden said. \"What have we got?\"\n\n\"They're both shooting at us,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You sound calm about that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked over at him. Her smile was sudden and bright and made his heart ache a little bit. \"It's all Hail Mary bullshit. It's not even an attack so much as an opportunity to let us screw up.\"\n\n\"Okay. So, not worried about that. What are we worried about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi flipped the drive analysis of their pursuers over to his monitor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The nearer of the ships had altered its path, and the projected curve put them through the ring and into the slow zone five minutes after the Roci and Giambattista made the transit. They weren't breaking off. That was too bad.\n\n\"Do we have a plan for dealing with that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex answered over the ship comm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'd vote for shooting them.\" And a moment later, Clarissa, \"Seconded.\"\n\nHolden nodded to himself. It still felt weird hearing her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe it always would." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, let's lay in a targeting solution.\"\n\n\"Did it while you were talking to Bobbie,\" Naomi said.\n\nThe PDCs chattered for a moment, then went silent. Cleaning up the Hail Mary attacks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden rubbed his hands on his thighs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tapped his fingers together. Pulled up the tactical to see the ring and the alien station, Medina and the fast-attack ships.\n\n\"We'll have enough to defend everything even if both ships follow us in, right?\"\n\n\"Hush,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Looking through the exterior cameras, the ring seemed to wipe away the stars as they passed through it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex did a short, hard braking burn, turning their nose toward the gate and the narrowing circle of stars beyond it. The Giambattista twisted and burned and twisted again, its remaining hatches opening. Pinpoint drive plumes streaked out from it, less than fireflies compared with the wide, glowing burst of the hauler's Epstein drive. Holden watched as a handful, and then a dozen, and then a hundred poured down toward Medina." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The OPA coming to finish the job." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The remaining landing boats spread out, a wide, diffuse target. At this distance, Medina's PDCs were useless, and the Roci could probably take out any torpedoes. But even if they did fire, they'd only take out a handful of soldiers and leave an army still behind.\n\nHe tried opening a tightbeam to the incoming attack ship, but the interference from the ring was too thick, so he switched to broadcast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Attention incoming attack ship,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi looked over at him, a question in her eyes. Not concern or worry, though. She trusted him. \"This is James Holden of the Rocinante. Please break off your approach. We don't have to do it this way.\"\n\nHe waited. The tactical display was thinner than it had been." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All they knew of what was happening in the solar system was what leaked through the gate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Free Navy's attack ship didn't answer, but dove toward them.\n\n\"He ain't thinking this through, Hoss,\" Alex shouted down. \"What do you want me to do?\"\n\n\"Give them a chance,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And if they don't take it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then they don't,\" Holden said.\n\nThe ring grew smaller as they fell away from it, like looking up at the circle of a well from down in the water. The attack ship was braking hard toward the ring. Just as the first of the Giambattista's second-wave ships were about to reach Medina and the alien station, the attack ship passed through the ring, launched a half dozen torpedoes, and exploded in a star-bright failure of their drive's magnetic bottle when Alex fired the Roci's rail gun through it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden watched in silence as the expanding cloud of gas that had been a ship full of men and women spread out and began to fade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to feel some sense of victory in it, but mostly it just seemed absurd. The slow zone, the gates, even the merely human ships that had carried them out so far. They were miracles. The universe was filled with mysteries and beauty and awe, and all that they could manage to do with it was this. Chase each other down and see who was the faster draw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everything in the slow zone—the Giambattista, its cloud of attack boats, Medina Station, the Rocinante—seemed to pause for a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A connection request from Bobbie interrupted him, and he accepted it.\n\n\"We're secure down here,\" Bobbie said. She was still breathing hard. \"Enemy has surrendered.\"\n\n\"We took them alive?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Some of them,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They put up a hell of a fight, even after it was hopeless,\" Bobbie said. \"We lost some too.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" Holden said, and was a little surprised to notice how much that was true. Not just something you said at times like this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wish there'd been another way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" Bobbie said. \"I'm going to oversee putting the prisoners in a transport. But there's something you should know.\"\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\n\"These aren't Free Navy down here. The people defending the rail gun network were Martian.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden let that sink in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The ones from the coup? Duarte's people?\"\n\n\"They're not saying anything, but that's my assumption. This could be important.\"\n\n\"See they're kept safe and treated well,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Already on it,\" Bobbie said and dropped the connection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden shifted his monitor to the exterior cameras and shifted the view until he could see the Giambattista, the alien station, and—far enough away that it hardly seemed like more than a shaving of metal, invisible without the Roci enhancing it—Medina Station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He folded a hand over his mouth, turned on identification markers for all the landing skiffs and jerry-rigged boats, watched the display vanish under the cloud of pale green text, turned them off again and stared into the blackness. His eyes felt gritty. It was like all the anxiety and tension that he'd built up during the burn out to the ring had collapsed. Turned into something else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You all right?\" Naomi asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was thinking about Fred,\" he said. \"This? It's what he did. Lead armies. Take stations. This is what his life was like.\"\n\n\"This is what he retired from,\" Naomi said. \"When he decided to start trying to get people to talk things out instead of shooting people, this is what he left behind.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, let's see how that works,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He set up the camera, considered himself on his screen, and ran his fingers through his hair until he looked a little better. Still worn-out. Still tired. But better. He set the system to broadcast.\n\n\"Medina Station. This is James Holden of the Rocinante. We're here to take administration of the station and the slow zone and the gates back from the Free Navy. If you really want, we can spend a while shooting your PDCs and torpedo arrays until they don't work and then land all these boats. We've got a lot of people with guns. I figure you do too. We could all kill a bunch more of each other, but I'd really prefer that we do this without losing anyone else. Surrender, lay down arms, and I promise humane treatment for the Free Navy's command structure and any other prisoners.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried to think of something else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Something more. A sweeping speech about how they were all one species after all, and that they could shrug off the weight of history if they chose to. They could all come together and make something new, and all it would really take was doing it. But all the words he could think of sounded false and unconvincing in his mind, so he cut the feed instead and waited to see what happened.\n\nNaomi slipped out of her crash couch, floated to the lift and down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She came back a few minutes later with a bulb of tea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slipped back into her couch. Waited. If it went on much longer, Holden knew he'd have to launch the attack. The boats weren't built for much more than scooting from one ship to another. They'd start running out of air and fuel before long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But maybe a few minutes more ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The response came. Clear, unencrypted radio signal, as open as his demand for surrender had been. The woman in the Free Navy uniform was on the float in a very familiar room. The religious images on the wall behind her were like symbols from a recurring dream about violence and blood and loss.\n\nOnly maybe this time would be different." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Captain Holden. I am Captain Christina Huang Samuels of the Free Navy. I will accept the terms of your surrender on the condition that you guarantee the safety and humane treatment of my people. We reserve the right to record and broadcast your boarding action to assure that all of humanity will bear witness to your behavior. I do this out of necessity and loyalty to my people. The Free Navy is the military arm of the people of the Belt, and I will not sacrifice the lives of my people or the unaffiliated civilians of Medina Station when there is no profit to be had from it. But I myself will stand now and forever against the tyranny of the inner planets and their exploitation and slow genocide of my people.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She saluted the camera and the message ended. Holden sighed, started up his broadcast again.\n\n\"Sounds good,\" he said. \"We'll be right over.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He killed the broadcast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seriously?\" Alex called from above. \"'Sounds good, we'll be right over'?\"\n\n\"I may kind of suck at this job,\" Holden called back.\n\nThe voice over the ship's comm was Clarissa's: \"I thought it was sweet.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The fall of Medina Station took twenty hours from the first OPA ships docking to the last Free Navy operative being locked in a cell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Medina's brig wasn't anywhere near big enough, so it was reserved for the higher officials—the command staff, the department heads, the security officers and agents. The others—mostly technicians and maintenance—were confined to their quarters with the doors locked by the station system. Which meant, in the end, by Holden. He couldn't help feeling like he'd just sent a thousand people to their rooms to really think about what they'd done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He set up his command post in the central security office in the drum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The spin gravity wasn't so high it would bother Naomi, and there was something restful about being able to collapse into his chair while they watched the newsfeeds from Earth. Bobbie Draper, now the acting head of security for Medina, sprawled at her desk, legs up, hands behind her head, looking as relaxed as he'd seen her since she and Amos had come on board the Roci again. One sleeve was rolled up, and a bright, blistered burn ringed her elbow in the shape of a vac suit's seal. She rubbed it gently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Caressed it. There was something unnervingly postcoital about her response to violence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex and Amos were in the next room where Naomi was combing through the station logs with an OPA engineer named Costas, arguing about something that involved yogurt and black beans. Only Clarissa hadn't come on the station, and Holden hadn't asked why. His memories of the Behemoth were bad enough. He couldn't imagine hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the newsfeed, The Hague looked like a battered, sepia-soaked version of itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sky above the UN building was white with haze, but it wasn't dark. And Avasarala stood without a podium. Her bright-orange sari looked like a victory banner.\n\n\"The liberation of Medina means more than freeing one station from violent tyranny,\" she said, reaching the crescendo of the half-hour-long speech." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It means the reopening of the path to all the colonies and all the worlds that the Free Navy tried to lock away. It means the reconnection to the motive force of history, and proof that the spirit of humanity will never bow to fear and cruelty. And yes, since you've all behaved so nicely, I'll take some questions. Takeshi?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A thin reporter in a gray suit stood up, a reed among the ranks of his professional fraternity.\n\n\"Shit,\" Alex said from the doorway. \"Are there reporters anywhere else, or does she have all of them?\"\n\n\"Shh,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Madam Secretary-General, you said that the attack on Earth was not an act of war but the lashing out of a criminal conspiracy. Now that you have captured prisoners, how will they be handled?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The conspirators will be brought to Luna and introduced to their lawyers,\" Avasarala said. \"Next quest—\"\n\n\"Just the ones from Medina? Or Pallas and Europa too? Won't that create a burden on the court system?\" the gray man pressed.\n\nAvasarala's smile was sweet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, that guy's fucked,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh yeah,\" Holden agreed.\n\n\"It will take some time to process everyone,\" Avasarala said. \"But I have to put some blame for the delay on the Free Navy itself. If they wanted a faster trial, they shouldn't have leveled so many courthouses. Next question. Lindsey?\"\n\n\"She shouldn't be milking this so much,\" Bobbie said while a blond woman stood in the gray man's place and asked something about reconstruction and the role of the OPA." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's going to bite her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's the biggest unambiguous victory we've had against Inaros,\" Holden said. \"Everything else, he stripped to the studs and walked away from. Or left for us to crawl over, disarming his booby traps. Even the thing at Titan looks like it cost us as much as it got back. Earth needs a win. Hell, Mars needs a win. I'm just glad it's one that had Belters fighting on our side too.\"\n\n\"But if she builds it up too much, it's just going to be worse when we lose Medina again.\"\n\nHolden looked over. \"Why do you think we're going to lose it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because I had to kill the rail guns,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Holding on to this place assumed we could take over the defenses. We didn't. We broke them. If we can get a dozen ships in here with guns like the Roci or maybe a pair of Donnager-class battleships, we can hold it. But that means getting them here, and we have to assume Inaros is throwing every spare grenade and bullet into whatever ships he has to burn here and kick our asses. And that's if his patron out past the Laconia gate isn't already sending the MCRN ships he stole to clear us out.\"\n\nThe knot in Holden's gut that had loosened a couple notches since he'd stepped onto Medina tightened back up. \"Oh,\" he said. \"So. Do we have a plan to address that?\"\n\n\"Fight like hell and hope the bad guys spend so much time killing us they can't finish rebuilding before whoever Avasarala and Richards send next gets here.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point, and You'll continue with four sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What was it like?\" Filip asked, trying to sound casual.\n\nHer name was Marta. She had a wide face with a scattering of moles along her jawline like she'd been splatted by something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her hair was lighter than her skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Of all the people in the club, she was the one who seemed to have the most patience with the new guy. When the karaoke was going, she'd offered him the mic, even though he hadn't taken it. When the club had gotten crowded, she'd let him sit at the end of her table. Not with her, but not not with her either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd grown up in Callisto, born here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Worked for one of the warehouses doing compliance checks. She was about a year older than him. She'd been sixteen when it happened.\n\nShe narrowed her eyes and tilted her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What was the attack like? For for?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wondered,\" he said with a shrug. The club was dark enough she probably wouldn't see him blushing. \"Heard about it since I came.\"\n\nMarta shook her head, looked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone jostled against Filip's back on their way toward the bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was about to apologize—was finding the words for it—when she spoke.\n\n\"Was eine day, yeah? Woke up in the morning, same same. Got ready for school. Mom made hash and coffee for breakfast. Just eine day, same like otra. Was talking with some friends in the common room and everything shakes, yeah? Just once. Just a little bit, but everyone feels it. We all ask each other, and everyone feels it. Then the teacher come in all rapiutamine and says we have to get to the hard shelters. Something going on over à los Martian yards. Figured a reactor blew. Knew it was bad though. We're hardly in when the next one comes, and it's worse. Lot worse.\"\n\n\"All the hits were on the Martian yard, though,\" Filip said.\n\n\"Same rock,\" Marta said with a shrug and a laugh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not like you can kick half a ball. Anyway, alarms are going off y everyone's crying. And then when they let us back out, it's just gone. Martian yard's delenda, and half of ours too. It was just ... no sé. It was just everything before and then everything after.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But you were okay,\" Filip said.\n\nMarta shook her head, just a little. \"My mom died,\" she said with a fake lightness. \"Shelter she was in cracked.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Filip felt the words in his sternum. \"Sorry.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They said it was fast. She wouldn't have known even.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Filip said. His hand terminal chimed for the fourth time in the hour.\n\n\"You sure you don't want to answer those?\" Marta said. \"Your girlfriend's wanting you pretty solid.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. It's all right,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then, \"I don't have a mother either.\"\n\n\"What happened to yours?\"\n\n\"Broke up with my dad when I was a baby. Dad always said he hid me away because she was crazy. But I don't know. I met her first time a few months ago, but she's gone again.\"\n\n\"Did she seem crazy to you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Filip said. Then, \"No. Seemed like she didn't want to be there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Harsh.\"\n\n\"She told me that the only right you have with anyone in life is the right to walk away.\"\n\nMarta coughed out a disbelieving laugh. \"Kind of bitch says that to her kid?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The doors to the club were built like an airlock with inner and outer doors either side of a short hall, but to keep the brightness of the common corridor out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A bright streak and a few silhouetted bodies showed both sets of doors opened at once. Filip wondered whether he should tell the girl more. I thought I watched her kill herself, only it turns out she didn't die. She was only leaving again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was true, but it wouldn't seem like it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some things you couldn't talk about except with people who'd been there. His hand terminal chimed again.\n\nSomeone shoved him, hard. Filip's stool tilted, and he grabbed the table to stop his fall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marta yelped and stood up, shouting as she did. \"Berman! Que sa?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filip turned slowly. The man who'd shoved him was his own age plus maybe a year or two. Deep-green jumpsuit with the logo of a shipping company on the sleeve. His chin jutted. His chest was pushed forward, his arms pulled back. Everything about him said he was looking for violence except that he wasn't hitting Filip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Que nammen?\" the new man demanded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Filip,\" he answered. He was aware of the mass of the gun in his pocket like it was calling to him. Calmly, slowly, he put a hand against the grip of the pistol. Marta shoved her way between them, her arms wide. She was yelling about how Berman—who had to be the guy with the chin—was out of his mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How he was stupid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How she was just talking with coyo and Berman was out-of-his-head jealous and fucked up too. Berman kept shifting his head to stare at Filip around her. Filip felt his own rage boiling up, like fumes off a fire. Draw the gun, level it just long enough for the coyo to know what was coming, then bang and the kick in his wrist." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was Filip Inaros, and he'd killed billions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd killed Marta's mother.\n\n\"It's okay,\" Filip said as he stood. \"Misunderstanding. No harm, sa sa?\"\n\n\"Pinché asshole better run,\" Berman shouted at Filip's back, and then Marta shouting some more and Berman shouting at her, and Filip was in the fake airlock and pushing through to the common corridor beyond." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was bright there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The smell of liquor and old smoke stayed around him for a few seconds before the gentle breeze from the recyclers pulled it away. He was shaking. Trembling. His hands ached with the need to hit something or someone. He started walking without any idea where he was walking to, just needing something to let him move." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Let whatever beast was running through his bloodstream work itself out a little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Callisto passed him as he went. Pale corridors wider than most of the stations and ships he'd been on, with a honeycomb pattern on the curved walls that made him think of a football. Banks of heaters made irregular tapping sounds as they glowed down from the ceilings, radiating at the top of his head the way that the cold of the moon's body crept up from the floors. People walked or rode bicycles or carts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wondered how many of them had lost family in the attack on Callisto." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the story he'd told himself about the attack, it had all been Dusters that died. Soldiers whose work was to keep the Belt's head underwater until it drowned. And in his story, his father was the leader to unite the Belt, to lead it against everything that was bent on destroying their futures and erasing their pasts.\n\nAnd he still thought that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even while he doubted, he believed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was like everything in his private world had doubled. One Callisto that had been the target of his raid. His critical victory that led to the bombardment of Earth and the freedom of the Belt. Another Callisto that he walked through now, where normal people had lost their mothers and children, husbands and friends in a disaster." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The two places were so different, they didn't relate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like two ships with the same name but different layouts and jobs.\n\nAnd he had two fathers now. The one who led the fight against the inners and who Filip loved like plants love light, and the one who twisted out of everything that went wrong and blamed anyone but himself. The Free Navy that was the first real hope the Belt had ever had, and the Free Navy that was falling apart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Swapping out generals and leaders faster than air filters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They couldn't both exist, and he couldn't let either version go.\n\nHis hand terminal chimed again. He plucked it out of his pocket. The connection request came from Karal and the Pella." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the twelfth he'd made. Filip accepted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Filipito!\" Karal said. \"Hell have you been, coyo?\" He was on the command deck and wearing his uniform. Even had the collar done, which he usually didn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't make him look like he was military, though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked like himself, but in costume.\n\n\"Around.\"\n\n\"Around,\" Karal said, shaking his head. \"You got to get back to the ship. You got to come now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For for?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Karal leaned in close to the screen like he was going to whisper a secret. \"Battle analysis leaked out à Medina, yeah? The rail guns are down. Medina has one ship guarding it. One, and it's—\"\n\n\"Rocinante,\" Filip said.\n\n\"Sí no? Every ship with more than half a hull, Marco's putting them together. Retaking Medina like we're putting out a fire, us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Filip said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Getting fresh juice. Topping up the reaction mass. And then we're gone. Meeting up with the rest of the navy on the way, but your father? I've never seen him like—\"\n\nA voice came from the hand terminal, snapping Karal's attention away from him. \"You found him?\"\n\n\"Que no?\" Karal said, but not to him.\n\nThe image jumped, cutting from one camera to another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An empty crash couch with a vague shadow along one edge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shadow fell back, gained resolution, became his father. Filip braced for abuse, for contempt. For all the condescension he'd been suffering. Say it like a man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Say I fucked up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His stomach was tight.\n\nMarco beamed at him, eyes bright.\n\n\"Did you hear? Did Karal tell you?\"\n\n\"About Medina, and the ship there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "For some reason he couldn't explain he didn't want to say the name Rocinante out loud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt it would be like bad luck.\n\n\"This is our moment, Filipito. It has all come together perfectly. We bit them and bit them and bit them and faded into the dark until they went mad with it. They've pushed out past their defenses, and now we can come down on them like a hammer.\"\n\nThem. He didn't mean Earth and Mars. He didn't mean the governments of the inner planets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whether he knew it or not, Filip was certain—as certain as he'd been of anything—that James Holden and Naomi Nagata were them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's good, then,\" he said.\n\n\"Good?\" his father hooted. \"This is it. This is the opportunity we've been waiting for. This is how we break them. All the half-loyal cunts in the OPA who trotted wherever Fred Johnson led them? Pa and Ostman and Walker—all of them. They all fell in with Holden, and we will take him away from them just the way we killed Johnson. We will punish them for their disloyalty.\"\n\nFilip felt a little thrill of excitement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The idea of victory— resounding, triumphant, and final—was intoxicating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His father's joy bore him up, promised to wash away all his anger and his doubts. But there was another Filip, a smaller and less emotional one, who watched the swelling enthusiasm with disgust.\n\nLuring Naomi and her lover out to Medina to be killed was the plan now. But more than that, it had always been the plan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd killed Fred Johnson as part of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd abandoned Ceres too. The consolidated fleet's massive and coordinated attacks had been them falling for his father's brilliant strategy to lure them out.\n\nAnd if it failed, if something went wrong, that would always have been the plan too. His father's new generals would change, getting better with every purge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And when it got so foul there was no way to pretend it into victory, it would be someone else who had failed. Maybe Filip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Highest burn we've ever done, but it will be worth it,\" Marco was saying. \"It will carry rewards greater than anything before it. Only there isn't time to waste. We're launching inside the hour. All hands. All ships, everyone. We'll melt the fucking ring with our braking burn and char Holden to ash.\"\n\nMarco clapped his hands, delighting in the prospect. Filip smiled and nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As soon as we're supplied,\" Marco said, growing a degree more sober, \"we're gone. Be back to the ship in half an hour, yeah?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" Filip said.\n\nMarco looked out of the screen and into his eyes. There was a softness in his expression. A kind of sensual pleasure almost indistinguishable from love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This will be glorious,\" his father said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They will remember this forever.\"\n\nAnd then, like an actor having delivered his final line, Marco dropped the connection.\n\nLooking up from his hand terminal felt like coming out of a dream. He'd just been someplace else, with someone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And now he was here again, in this corridor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he turned around, he could go back to the club he'd been in. It seemed strange in a way he couldn't quite explain that his father's glorious battle plan and a common corridor of Callisto yards should exist in the same universe. Maybe because, in a way, they didn't.\n\nThe docks weren't far." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a tube station that could have gotten him there in five minutes, but half an hour was more than he'd need to walk the distance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He put his hand terminal back in his pocket where it clicked against his pistol, a nearly inaudible tick with every step.\n\nMoving from the residential corridors to the docks had a thousand little signals. There were none of the teenage girls here, and more of the people drifting through the intersections were wearing jumpsuits and tool belts. The air smelled different." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even if they used the same filters, the docks would always smell of welding and synthetic oil and cold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He still had twenty minutes.\n\nThe concourse between the military and civilian yards was shaped like a massive Y. Where the paths met, someone in the station had decided it would be a good idea to put a statue of something that looked like a wide, abstract Minotaur fashioned out of brushed steel. Directly above the weird art, a screen listed the berths and the ships in each of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the military side, there were seven Free Navy ships, an Earth transport they'd captured when they took the station, and three empty berths." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked at the word PELLA for a couple breaths as if it were as much a piece of art as the uncomfortable man-bull beneath it. On the civilian side, almost a dozen ships. Prospectors, miners, transport. An emergency medical relief ship. He imagined there would have been more if there wasn't a war on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Against the wall, another screen showed the exchange rates for fifty or sixty kinds of scrip—corporate, governmental, cooperative, commodity-based." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A small gray rat scampered along the floor underneath the screen and squeezed itself into a hole Filip hadn't even noticed was there like it was falling into shadow. His hand terminal chimed, but he ignored it. The docks were right there.\n\nJust down the corridor to the civilian docks, there was a waiting area with six rows of uncomfortable ceramic chairs facing each other and a bright orange recycler at the end of every other row." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An old man in a fake leather coat and grimy pants stared blankly in Filip's direction, seeing him but not seeing him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A row of grimy kiosks dug into one wall. A noodle stall. A public terminal. Two union offices. Employment and housing brokers. Filip looked at them all with the same detachment he'd felt looking at the berth displays." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hand terminal chimed again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took it out without looking at it, switched it to his off-hand, and drew out the gun. The old man's stare was less blank now. He watched as Filip walked toward the chairs and fed first the gun and then the hand terminal into the recycler. Filip nodded to the old man, and after a long moment, the old man nodded back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The employment broker's kiosk had bright marks of wear at the edge of the counter, worn into the metal by millions of tired elbows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bulletproof glass had pits in it, tiny as stars. The woman behind the glass wore her gray hair in a buzz cut. The place smelled vaguely of piss. Filip walked to the counter and rested his elbows on the edge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need work,\" he said like someone else was saying it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The gray woman flicked her eyes up at him, then back down. \"What can you do?\"\n\n\"Environmental maintenance. Machining.\"\n\n\"Both or either?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anything. I just need work.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The counter lit up. A virtual keyboard and a form. He looked at it, his heart sinking.\n\n\"Put in your employment ID,\" the gray woman said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't have an employment ID.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The flicker of her eyes was longer this time. \"Union waiver?\"\n\n\"I'm not in a union.\"\n\n\"No ID, no waiver. You're fucked, kid.\"\n\nThere was still time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could run. He could catch the Pella before she left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His father would wait for him. They would burn out to Medina. They would take back the Belt for Belters, and it would be glorious. His heart started racing, but he put his hands on the edge of the counter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Squeezed like he was holding himself in place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please. I just need work.\"\n\n\"I run a clean shop, kid.\"\n\n\"Please.\"\n\nShe didn't look up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't move. The right corner of her mouth quirked up like it was somehow independent of the rest of her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The counter blinked, and a shorter form appeared. PRÉNOM. NOM DE FAMILIE. RÉSIDENCE. ÂGE." }, { "from": "human", "value": "COORDONNÉES." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll see what I can do,\" she said, not looking up.\n\nHe put his finger on COORDONNÉES. \"I don't have a hand terminal.\"\n\n\"You can come back tomorrow,\" she said like it was a common enough problem." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The light of the sun was strong enough to turn the tangerine-colored haze to its midday twilight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A bright patch showed its place. Saturn hung on the far side of Titan's atmosphere somewhere, along with the debris that had been a hundred or more ships. Michio remembered a moment in the chaos of the battle seeing Saturn on her screen. It had seemed so close, she could make out the complexity of the rings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She remembered it, but it might not have happened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her memory of the violence was spotty.\n\nThe resort was astounding. The dome rose up fifty meters above the ground, a swirl of titanium and reinforced glass with ivy dripping down like hanging gardens. Terraces rose in curves, designed to create breathtaking views out of a featureless, hazy sky." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Finches darted here and there, flickers of color, as artificial and foreign to the moon's environment as she was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As any of them were. From where she sat, Michio could look down on swimming pools and courtyards of fake brick and ferns. Bright foil emergency shelters were propped up next to luxurious wet bars. The wounded slept on chaise longues and deck chairs because the hospital beds were full." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dome resorts had been built decades ago for the wealthy of Earth and Mars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A place for the captains of finance and industry to rest while they worked on building up the settlements on Saturn's moons and hauling ice from its rings. An exotic site for tourists to come and pretend they'd experienced life in the outer planets without ever having to experience it.\n\nThey had done a good trade ever since, and not only among the inners. For Belters, the resorts were as close to experiencing life on Earth as they would ever reach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Open air. A real, free-flowing atmosphere to look at if not to breathe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Food and liquor imported from Earth and Mars. And so it had become a kind of halfway point—a haven for Earthers in the outer planets and a version of Earth that Belters could enjoy. She wondered whether an Earther would find it as unlike Earth as she found it unlike the Belt. Maybe what they really had to share was its lack of authenticity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had never been here before, and if she had her way, she would never come back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Footsteps sounded on the terrace behind her. She turned, winced, and then kept turning despite the pain. The burns on her back only itched now if she kept still. She was afraid, despite all the doctors had said, that she'd scar up and lose her ability to move if she didn't keep stretching the wounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nadia's smile was weary, but real." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She carried fresh bandages and a white tube of cream in one hand and a hand terminal in the other. Michio grimaced, then laughed ruefully.\n\n\"Is it that time again?\" she asked.\n\n\"Such,\" Nadia said, \"such are the joys. I brought you something to take your mind off it, though.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Something good?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Nadia said, taking a seat behind her. \"The Earther woman wants to talk to you again.\"\n\nMichio shrugged off the paper robe from the hospital and leaned forward. Nadia passed the hand terminal to her and began examining the edges of the false skin that covered her wounds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The nerves that let her experience light touch were smothered by living bandage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ones that reported pain were terribly sensitive. It was like being numb and skinned alive at the same time. Michio gritted her teeth. Waited. When she had made the full circuit—across Michio's back and down her left side and arm—Nadia sighed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It looks good?\" Michio said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It looks terrible, but it's healing well. Basal growth all the way around.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Michio said. \"Thank God for small favors.\"\n\nNadia made a small sound in the back of her throat, neither agreement nor dissent. Michio heard the soft crack as Nadia opened the tube of medicated lotion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio scooped up the hand terminal, opened her message queue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The new message from Earth was waiting for her, flagged as critical. Chrisjen Avasarala. The leader of Earth, and the greatest enemy Michio Pa had ever had. And yet here they were.\n\n\"We did this wrong,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" Nadia asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio lifted the hand terminal for Nadia to see. \"We're working with the people we used to be fighting against.\"\n\n\"We'll fight them again later,\" Nadia said, like she was promising a sweet to a child, but only after she ate her real food. \"Are you ready?\"\n\nMichio nodded, and Nadia smeared on the first finger-load of ointment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pain was bright, like she was burning again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She started the message, tried to focus on it.\n\nThe old woman appeared, sitting at a desk. It wasn't the first time Michio had gotten a message directly from her or from the new prime minister of Mars, but more often she'd heard from generals or functionaries. They only seemed to include Michio when they were asking for something big." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It very much gave her the sense of being the least important person at their table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain Pa,\" Avasarala said, and if there was an undertone of contempt in the words, it was only to be expected. Nadia moved lower on her back, new pain blooming just as the first swath began to fade. \"The situation on Medina has gone pear-shaped. Holden and the OPA forces have succeeded in taking the station, but saw fit to annihilate the rail gun defenses. Which leaves them undefended. The Free Navy has deployed what appears to be every functioning ship they have left—fifteen in all—burning hard for the gate. The good news is that Inaros has essentially retreated from every other port and base in the system. The bad news, of course, is that he'll get Medina back, his supply lines to Laconia reestablished, and in a defensible position. Unless, of course, we find a way to stop him.\"\n\nAvasarala took a deep breath, looked down, and when she looked up again, something had changed in her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked wearier? Older? More determined?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am very, very sorry for the loss you suffered. It strikes close to home. I lost a spouse to this war as well. I can't imagine how devastating it must be to lose two." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I would not ask this if it were not critical, but if you have any ships or influence with any factions that can help us to stop or slow Inaros before he reaches the gate, we need your help now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothing I can offer you will address the sacrifice you have already made, but I hope you will walk this last kilometer with me. And that we can end this together. Please let me know as soon as you can. The Free Navy is already burning.\"\n\nThe message ended, and the terminal dropped back to her queue. Nadia moved on to her side, and Michio flinched.\n\n\"Almost done,\" Nadia said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is the second time one of our enemies has called me to pull them out of a fire.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Can we do it again?\"\n\n\"All we did last time was burn ourselves trying.\"\n\nShe'd known going in that there might be a price for leaving the Panshin behind. Titan was the largest of Saturn's moons." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Free Navy had its strongest presence outside the Jovian system there, projecting threat toward Enceladus, Rhea, Iapetus, Tethys." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ice buckers in the rings. Controlling the space without occupying it.\n\nThe Connaught and the Serrio Mal burned in spinward, looping up out of the ecliptic to come down on the Free Navy's ships from an unexpected angle. The burn hadn't been as hard as Michio had hoped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There hadn't been a chance to add reaction mass, and she'd had the sick fear that they'd end up losing the fight at Titan and not be able to retreat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fifteen Free Navy ships had been stationed there. For most of her life, that wouldn't have been a very large number, but after so much war and so many people taking their ships out through the rings to new systems, it was respectable. It was more than the nine that the consolidated fleet threw at it. But then the point of all the attacks wasn't to win." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was to keep Marco's eye off the two ships skinning off toward Medina." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Martian Congressional Republic Navy had taken point in the battle, engaging early and trying to pull the Free Navy's ships out of position in hopes that her own attack from the side would come unexpectedly. She remembered Oksana getting the tactical display. Fifteen of the enemy, nine friendlies. Oksana made a joke about how every ship in the battle had probably been built in the same shipyard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Evans had laughed, then sobered and said they were getting painted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After that, Michio's memory became less reliable. She'd gone over the logs. Things hadn't turned on her that early, but the strike, when it came, was like a shotgun blast in her life. It took out a massive hole, but stray pellets had traveled forward and back in time, made smaller holes in her experience." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She remembered giving the order to retreat, and Josep saying they'd lost core, but she didn't remember the hit that had made her decide to run." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She remembered the smell of her clothing and hair burning. But the long, terrible moments between identifying the torpedo that cracked the Connaught's back and the actual impact were gone.\n\nWhat she knew from the logs was that the Serrio Mal and the Connaught had fired down into the heart of the Free Navy formation, drawing the enemy fire and scattering their position to open up corridors and blinds where the enemy PDCs weren't reinforcing each other. The Martian ships, being closer, had fired a massive barrage of torpedoes that managed to disable two Free Navy ships." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't know if the round that took out her drive was from the Free Navy or from a stray from the MCRN, but an enemy torpedo had managed to thread its way through their defenses and blow hours out of Michio's consciousness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had the strong impression of a broad-shouldered man with a shaved head and dark skin telling her he was going to make the pain stop but she had to put down the knife. She couldn't place when that had happened. She vividly recalled waking in a hospital room, and then waking there again without any sense of having fallen asleep in between the two.\n\nThe beginning of what she thought of as \"after\" was when she came to and found Bertold sitting at the edge of her bed, massaging her feet and singing a low dirge under his breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd asked about Laura first, which in retrospect made her think she'd known something was wrong with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bertold said Laura had been hurt. Was in a medical coma. They'd need to regrow part of her liver and one of her kidneys, but Laura was the wife of the pirate queen, and the doctors promised she'd be fine, given time.\n\nThen he'd told her about Evans and Oksana, and they'd cried together until she slept." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The quarters they'd assigned this new, smaller version of her family were beautiful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three bedrooms with wide, soft beds enough like crash couches that they were comfortable and different enough to seem like luxury. A food station with a narrower range of options than they'd had on the Connaught and brighter chrome. What the resort called a \"conversation pit\" that looked like a long, curved couch that had burrowed into the floor. Skylights opened to the dome, boasting natural light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A soaking bath big enough for two." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bertold, Nadia, and Josep the only ones to share it with her. Everything about it seemed too large and too small at the same time.\n\nShe waited until the ointment had soaked deep into her new, artificial skin, then put on what she called her \"captain's uniform.\" Nothing really more than a formal shirt and a jacket with a vaguely military cut." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pulled on pants and boots, even though they wouldn't show in the message she sent back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her mind was still fuzzy from the pain medications, and she didn't understand quite why being formal about the message felt so important to her until she sat down, framed herself, and began her recording.\n\nIt felt important because it was a surrender.\n\n\"Madam Secretary-General, I am very sorry to say that I don't have any aid to give. The ships I had to command are either dead or broken or scattered so far from the ring gate that they couldn't catch up to the Pella without killing everyone on board before they got to it.\"\n\nThe version of her on the screen looked tired." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bertold had cut her hair short so that the places where it had burned didn't stand out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't like how it looked. A wave of grief washed over her, the way they often did now. The way they would on and off for the rest of her life.\n\n\"Thank you for your kind words about our casualties." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They knew the risks when we took up this work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were willing to die for the Belt. I wish they hadn't. I would like them here with me.\n\n\"I wish I could have done more.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was nothing else to say, so she sent the message." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, like prodding at an infected wound, she pulled up a tactical report. The whole system lay before her. The Panshin still lived and a handful of others. The nakliye at Eugenia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And there, vector-mapped from the Jovian system out toward the ring, the Pella." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The remnants of the Free Navy. Two other smaller dots were on intersecting paths, but when she checked their estimated course, it was clear they were all on the same mission. Marco and his loyalists would pour through the gate together. An unstoppable force. If the rail gun defenses had still been in place, it still would have been a hell of a fight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without them, it would be a slaughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, station by station, ship by ship, she scrolled through the system. It was the equivalent of the grease-pencil grid she'd drawn in some other lifetime, on a ship that was scrap and bad memories now. All of the things that people needed. Filters. Hydroponic supplies. Recycler teeth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Centrifuges for refining ore. Centrifuges for testing water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For working with blood.\n\nShe wondered if there were any colony ships still hiding out there in the emptiness, dark and watching in horror as humanity tore itself apart. She remembered the Doctrine of the One Ship. Remembered thinking of all the vessels in the Belt as being cells of a single being." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She couldn't see it that way now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At best, they were all their own desperate bacteria floating on a vacuum sea that didn't care if they lived and didn't notice when they died.\n\nAnd if Sanjrani was right, a worse collapse was only clearing its throat.\n\nThe door to the common corridor opened, and Josep slouched in. Nadia kissed him on her way to bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Those were the shifts now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One to sit with Laura, one to sit with her, and one to sleep. A cycle of shared grief. Josep went to the food station, slid open a panel she hadn't noticed, and poured himself a glass of whiskey before he came to sit in the pit across from her.\n\n\"Skol,\" he said, raising his glass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rim clinked against his teeth as he drank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For a moment, they sat there together in silence.\n\n\"Oops,\" she said.\n\nJosep raised his eyebrows. \"La magic word la.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was me,\" she said, wiping at her eyes with the cuff of her shirt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I did what I always do, and I drove us straight to hell with it.\"\n\nJosep's eyes were sunk back into his head. Exhaustion showed in his skin and the angle of his shoulders. \"Don't follow your mind, me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I find someone, and I put my faith in them, and I go where they lead. And then all the gold turns to shit. Johnson and Ashford and Inaros. And now Holden. I don't know how I didn't see it coming, but I fell into it again with him. And now ...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now,\" Josep agreed.\n\n\"And the stupid thing,\" she said, her voice rising a little, growing thin and sharp as the drone of a violin, \"is that I look at all this? I look at everything I was trying to do, and none of it happened. Wanted to make the Belt for Belters, and it won't be. I wanted to build a place where we could live and call our own, and there isn't one. Isn't a way to build one even. I don't even remember now why I thought I should be on Holden's side. To open the gates again? Get the flow of colony ships freed up? Make sure that none of the people I cared about would live?\"\n\nJosep nodded, his expression thoughtful and distant. \"What would it mean if you'd dreamed it?\" Josep asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Dreamed what?\" Michio said, shifting until her back hurt, and then shifting some more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This,\" he said. \"That you'd fought for Inaros and then for Holden. That you'd lost people precious to you and ended in a place of luxury and healing?\"\n\n\"It wouldn't mean shit.\"\n\nJosep grunted. \"Could be prophecy.\"\n\n\"Could be that the universe doesn't give a shit about us or anything we do and your mystic bullshit's just a way we try to pretend otherwise.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Could be that too,\" he agreed with an equanimity that made her ashamed she'd said it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He took another drink of his whiskey, then put the glass on the floor and lay out full on the curving couch, his head coming to rest in her lap. His smile was warm and beautiful and filled with a humor and gentleness that made her heart ache.\n\n\"Didn't follow Holden, us. Standing against Marco put Holden beside you, yeah. But you were never his. We didn't fight Marco because of Holden. We fought because Marco said he was the champion the Belt needed, only turned out he wasn't.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" she said, stroking his hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He closed his eyes in exhaustion." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aber, God damn but we're still gonna need a champion.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nMy role: Provide a brief opening\nYour role: Expand upon my opening with 4 sentences, emulating the writing style of James S. A. Corey." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Medina's system logs were huge, larger than anything Naomi had expected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And, what was worse, not very well organized. It was an artifact of history in a way. The physical design had been intended for a generation ship cruising through the still-unknown ocean of interstellar space, but the logic systems came from Fred Johnson's military refit, which had then been repurposed when the ship went from battleship to permanent city in space. The old security systems hadn't all been cracked when the Free Navy took over, so there were partial records here and there, scattered by a variety of engineers trying to force their will on an already complex system." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like cities back on Earth where era had built on era had built on the era before, the systems of Medina were shaped by long-forgotten forces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thinking behind each decision was lost now in a tangle of database hierarchies and complex reference structures. Finding something interesting was easy. It was all interesting on some level. Finding some particular piece of information—and knowing whether it was the most recent or complete version of the data—was very, very difficult." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She used her office in the security station like it was a medieval monk's cell, only leaving it to go back to the Rocinante to sleep, then coming back to it when she woke." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead of copying ancient texts with pen and ink, she spelunked the datasets, poked through file systems, asked Medina to find things, and then watched to see where it didn't search. Anything that seemed like it might be useful she copied or stripped out and then sent back. Work report logs from the days under the Free Navy's control, sent back to Earth and Mars. Landing papers outlining the supply flow in from and back out to Laconia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Accident reports from the medical systems." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Traffic control comm logs from the ships that had come and gone. Anything might be useful, so she took everything and sent it back at the speed of light to Earth and Luna and Mars and Ceres.\n\nIt kept the fear at bay. Not perfectly, but nothing short of death was going to end fear perfectly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No matter how she distracted herself, there was a timer ticking down in the back of her mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The days and hours until Marco and his ships arrived. There were other problems, other risks—the Free Navy loyalists still on the station, the strobing do-not-approach signal that was the only thing coming out of the Laconia gate—but none of them would matter once Marco arrived. All of it pushed her to get her work done quickly, efficiently. When the next thing came—and she didn't look what that would be straight in its eyes—she wanted to know that she'd gotten her work done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And still, sometimes she paused." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She found a personal journal tucked among the environmental reports like printed pornography tucked under a mattress. Entry after entry of a young man's private struggles with his longings and ambitions and feelings of betrayal. Another time, she was trying to recover what she could from a half-erased partition and came up with a short video of a girl—four years old at most—leaping off a bed somewhere on the station, landing on a pile of pillows, and dissolving into laughter. Reviewing the traffic-control logs, she listened to the voices of desperate men and women from the systems on the far sides of the ring gates demand and beg and plead for the supplies they felt they deserved, wanted, and sometimes needed to survive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the first time she'd really understood the scale of the destruction Marco had brought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the lives he'd traumatized and ended, all the plans he'd shattered. Most of the time, it was too big to wrap her mind around, but little glimpses like this made it all comprehensible. Terrible and sad and enraging, but comprehensible.\n\nAnd it informed some of her decisions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Um,\" Jim said, sloping in through the door of his office." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So, sweetie? Did you mean to have the data feeds go out through all the rings? Because I'm noticing that you've started sending everything to everyone.\"\n\n\"I meant to,\" Naomi said, brushing the hair back from her eyes. It was almost the end of her second shift. Her back ached a little from sitting too long in the same position, and her eyes were dry and scratchy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know what's going to be useful, or who it's going to be useful to. And since it doesn't look like we'll be on Medina long enough to go through everything, I thought I'd send copies out everywhere. Give other people a chance to find whatever I'm missing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's ... ah.\"\n\n\"I know,\" she said. \"I may have been spending too much time with you. I'm starting to think like you. Only, well. The way you used to, anyhow.\"\n\n\"I still think like that,\" Jim said, pulling a chair over behind hers and sitting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He rested his head on her shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he spoke, she could feel the vibration in his throat against her skin. \"I worry more that it's going to do something unexpected and terrible and huge that I'll be responsible for, but I still think that way.\"\n\n\"An unshakable faith in humanity.\"\n\n\"It's true,\" he said, shaking his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or maybe nuzzling a little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Against all evidence, I keep thinking the assholes are outliers.\"\n\nShe leaned her head against him, taking a little pleasure in his simple presence. He had a peculiar scent, low and complex and pleasant as potting soil. She didn't think she'd ever get tired of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he hadn't shaved recently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The stubble of ragged whiskers tickled her ear like a cat's tongue. On the monitor, the data broadcasts ticked over another tenth of a percent. Somewhere in the office, Bobbie was talking, her voice familiar and strong. The air recyclers clicked and hummed to themselves, the soft breeze smelling like plastic and dust." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't want to ask the question, but she couldn't hold it in either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Any news from home?\"\n\nShe felt him tighten. He sat back, and the part of her skin he'd been against felt cooler without him. She turned her chair so she could look at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His face had the artificial mildness that meant he was trying to downplay something, as if by treating it casually he could diminish it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd seen all his expressions so many times, she knew what he meant, whatever he said.\n\n\"They're coming. Free Navy. There's still no sign of activity from Laconia at all, but Avasarala's tracking fifteen ships converging on the gate. Mostly from the Jovian moons.\"\n\n\"Any chance they'll come through one at a time so Alex and Bobbie can shoot them?\" she asked with a feigned innocence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It worked the way she hoped. Jim laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm pretty sure they're all going to come through like a rugby team. If we could get a couple of the rail guns from the station working again, I think we'd have a chance. And some more rounds for them. Turns out shooting down a couple thousand targets can kind of burn through your supplies.\"\n\n\"Do we have a plan?\"\n\n\"A couple,\" Jim said.\n\n\"Either of them good?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, no. Not at all. Just different flavors of terrible.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The data feed chimed. The batch sent off, and waiting for Naomi to pick something else. More messages, more bottles. \"All right. What are they?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The classics. Fight or flight. We've got the Roci and the boats that still work as boarding craft. One option is that we fill up the boats with troops, place them around the edge of the ring, and try to get people onto the Free Navy ships. It won't matter that they have ten times as many torpedoes as us if all the fighting's corridor to corridor. The Roci and Medina's defenses go after the ships we can't take control of. Massive slugfest, and hopefully we come out on top.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And the chances that'll work?\"\n\n\"Terrible, terrible chances. Very low. Dumb plan on every level. Much more likely that the boats will all get turned into metal shavings by Marco's PDCs before they even get close to boarding. And even if they do, those ships are going to have full crews to fight our people back.\"\n\n\"And flight?\"\n\n\"Stock up the Roci, pick a gate, and get the hell out of Dodge before the bad guys show up in the first place.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And leave Medina?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Medina. The Giambattista. Everything. Just turn tail and run like hell. Let the Free Navy hole back up in the slow zone and hope that the next wave the consolidated fleet sends can take it all back again and hold it next time.\"\n\n\"Where's the Pella?\"\n\nJim sighed. \"Oh, leading the howling pack.\"\n\nNaomi turned back to her screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then we're staying here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I haven't decided,\" Holden said.\n\n\"No, you haven't talked yourself into it yet,\" she said. \"You know if we go, Marco's going to follow us. Maybe if we were a different ship or Marco was a different man, things wouldn't play out this way. We've got the choice of fighting here, with a few allies and insufficient supplies, or fighting on the far side of a ring gate with even less. That's the only distinction.\"\n\n\"I ... well ...\" Jim took a deep breath, blew out. \"Shit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How much of the debris from the wave of decoys can we police up?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Anything that hasn't drifted out past the rings,\" Holden said. \"You're thinking put it all just inside the Sol ring and hope the Free Navy runs into it?\"\n\n\"The gate's not that big,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Three-quarters of a million square klicks,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And fifteen ships coming through it. Even if we turned all our scrap metal into sand, the Free Navy's more likely to miss them and not even know they were there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know,\" Naomi said. \"But maybe one will get a lucky hit. And then there'll be one less. If we aren't playing the long shots, we're giving up. Long shots are all we've got left. And even if we lose—\"\n\n\"I'm not looking at—\"\n\n\"Even if we lose,\" Naomi said, \"how we lose matters. You didn't set yourself to be a symbol of anything. I know that. It's just something that happened. But after it happened, you used it. All those video essays you put out, trying to show everyone that the people on Ceres were just people?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Those weren't about me,\" Jim said, but the guilt in his voice said he didn't believe it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They were you using the famous Captain James Holden to make people look at what you needed them to see. Don't be ashamed of that. It was the right thing to do. But everyone out there who saw them? Who made their own versions of them and added to the project of trying to remind each other that war isn't all ships and torpedoes and battle lines? If we're going to ...\" Her throat was tight now. The words stuck there. \"If we're going to die, we should make it mean at least as much as your video pieces did.\"\n\n\"I don't know that those mattered,\" Jim said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did they do anything?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't get to know that,\" Naomi said. \"They did or they didn't. You didn't put them out so that someone would send you a message about how important and influential you are. You tried to change some minds. Inspire some actions. Even if it didn't work, it was a good thing to try. And maybe it did. Maybe those saved someone, and if they did, that's more important than making sure you get to know about it.\"\n\nJim sank down into himself. The mask of himself that he'd worn since Tycho slipped a little." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She saw the despair under it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I shouldn't have come here,\" he said.\n\n\"You took this on because it was the risky job,\" she said. \"You did it because it needed doing, and you don't ask people to take things on you wouldn't do yourself. Just like when you ran onto the Agatha King. You don't change, Jim. And I knew that coming in. We all did. We thought we'd make it, but we knew we might be wrong. We were wrong. Now we have to do this next part well too.\"\n\n\"Getting killed. This next part is getting killed.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were silent, the two of them. Bobbie's voice, as far away as the stars, turned briefly to laughter.\n\n\"The videos were just stupid little art projects,\" Jim said. \"Dying's not an art project.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe it should be.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He hung his head. She put her hand on it, feeling the individual strands of hair against her fingertips. The tears in her eyes didn't sting. They flowed gently, like a brook." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was no way to tell him all of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guilt she felt for bringing them all into Marco's orbit. The certainty in her heart that if she'd just seen what Marco Inaros was in time, none of them would have been in this position. If she said it, Jim would feel like he had to comfort her, to be strong for her. He'd close back up into himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or no. Not himself. Into James Holden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She liked Jim better. One long breath. Another. Another. The quiet intimacy of a perfect moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey,\" Bobbie said, stepping into the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do either of you—um. Sorry.\"\n\n\"No,\" Jim said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. \"What's up?\"\n\nBobbie lifted her hand terminal. \"Do either of you know if we sent the incident reports on the missing ships to Luna? Avasarala said her science monkeys are really champing at the bit for those.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi took a long, shuddering breath and then smiled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Perfect moment over. Back to work. \"I'll get right on it.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Bobbie said, stepping backward out of the room. \"Sorry if I ... you know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Have you eaten yet?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jim said, standing up. \"I don't think I've had anything since breakfast.\"\n\n\"I was going to after I was done here.\"\n\n\"Could you two bring me a bowl of something?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi said, turning to her monitor again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The BATCH COMPLETE message had given up on her and dropped back to her file-system prompt. She spooled through the traffic logs as Jim and Bobbie called back to the Roci. Their voices—Jim, Amos, Alex, Bobbie—mixed together. A little conversation about food and beer, who wanted to be together and who wanted to be apart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had to force herself to concentrate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The log structure was a mess, one manager doing things one way, the next picking another.\n\nIt took the better part of an hour to be sure she'd gotten the data from all the times ships had gone missing. Some of them, she'd already seen back on Luna, but there were more that she hadn't. Almost two dozen ships had vanished, including, it seemed, one of the stolen Martian ships heading for Laconia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ships from the colonies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the transport ships delivering for the Free Navy too. All sides had lost something.\n\nWhich was interesting.\n\nShe prepped the data package for Luna." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This one, she encrypted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But as it sent, she reviewed her own copy again. The missing ships tended to be larger, but weren't always. They seemed to vanish most in high-traffic times ...\n\nAlex brought her a bowl of noodles and mushrooms and a bottle of Medina-brewed beer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was pretty sure eating it that she'd remembered to thank him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not positive, though. There was a correlation if she plotted the high-traffic times to the incidents ... No. This was wrong. She was looking at it the wrong way. They didn't just need to look at when things had happened. They needed to look at all the times Medina had seen similar conditions—high traffic, large-mass ships, mistuned reactors—and nothing had gone wrong." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She scooped up the full flight data partition and started streaming it down toward Luna too, but she couldn't let it go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her back ached. Her eyes hurt. She didn't really notice. Here was a dataset built of high-traffic periods with and without mysterious disappearances. Here was one mapping the energy output and mass of the missing ships and trying to fit that curve against ships that had sailed through safely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The full encrypted dataset sent to Luna announced it was complete, which seemed awfully fast until she checked how long she'd been sitting there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Five variables—preceding mass, preceding energy, mass of the ship, energy of the ship, and time. No single-point solution, but a range. A moving system of curves, rising with preceding mass and energy, falling with time, and, where the mass and energy curve of the other ships intersected it, disappearances. It was as if traffic passing through the gates created a wake, and when something large enough and energetic enough struck that wake, it vanished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her hands were trembling as she pulled her terminal out of her pocket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't know if it was emotion or exhaustion or if the noodles and mushrooms had been so long ago she just needed to eat. Jim picked up the connection almost as soon as she requested it.\n\n\"Hey,\" he said. \"Are you all right? You didn't come back to the ship last night.\"\n\n\"No,\" she said, meaning no she hadn't gone back to the ship, not no she wasn't all right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She waved the imprecision of the word away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think I have something interesting here. I need someone to look at it for me in case I'm just hallucinating from exhaustion.\"\n\n\"I'll be right there. Should I grab anyone else? What sort of 'interesting' are you looking at?\"\n\n\"It's about the missing ships.\"\n\nOn the little screen, Jim's eyebrows rose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes went a degree wider." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you know what's eating them?\"\n\nShe blinked. On her monitor, two equations, five variables. Years of traffic logs to draw from. It was a perfect fit." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not a huge dataset,\" Naomi said, turning as she reached the edge of the room and pacing back toward him. \"I mean, it's the largest there is. There's not more out there we could get.\"\n\n\"Is that a problem?\" Holden asked.\n\nShe stopped, stared at him, her hands wide and hard in a universal gesture of Of course it's a problem." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It may not scale. There may be other variables at work that just haven't come into play in these instances. If you wanted me to build an engine based around data like this, I wouldn't do it. Shit, an engine. I wouldn't trust a ladder based on this. Except that ...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She started pacing again and chewing at the nail of one thumb. Whatever her exception was, she'd already moved on in her mind. Holden folded his arms, waited. He knew her well enough to recognize when she needed a little mental space." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He looked down at the graphs on her screen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They reminded him of a heart monitor, but the shapes of the curves were very different. He was pretty sure that with an EKG, the initial spike went back down under the baseline. With this, there was a rapid rise, then a slow, sloping falling away.\n\nNo one else had come to the security station yet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Probably, they were all still on the Rocinante, eating breakfast in the galley." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or maybe stopping at one of the little kiosks in the docks where the locals still took their scrip.\n\nNaomi stopped beside him, her gaze on the screen with his. Her lips twitched like she was talking to herself, having a heated conversation no one else was welcome to. Not even him. She shook her head, disagreeing with herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd seemed calmer when she'd first called, but the more they talked about it, the more agitated she became." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The more frightened, even.\n\nIt looked like she was starting to hope.\n\n\"So this thing. Is it a thing we can use?\"\n\n\"I don't know what it is. The mechanism? I've got no idea. All we have is this pattern, but it looks so consistent.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He tried again. \"Is this a consistent pattern we can use? And specifically, is there something here that maybe gives us a third alternative in that 'stay here and be slaughtered versus run away through one of the gates and be slaughtered' conversation?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took a long, deep breath and let it out slowly between her teeth. He'd kind of hoped she'd laugh, but she didn't. She sat at her workstation again, pulled up a complex equation that Holden couldn't follow.\n\n\"I think,\" she said, \"we can simulate a high-traffic interval. Load the Giambattista with as much junk as we can weld on it. Overload the reactor a little so it's generating more energy. Then, when we run it through a gate\"—she tapped the spike-and-decay curve—\"we should get one of these. Not a big one, though. Even a massive ship is only one ship ...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And one of these is what?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's an obstacle. It's something that the Free Navy ships may run into. If their ships have enough mass and enough energy that this line crosses the curve before it dies away ... I think they just stop.\"\n\n\"Meaning they go where all the other eaten ships go?\"\n\nNaomi nodded. \"We could put extra mass in the Giambattista. We've still got those attack boats. Some of them have fuel left in their drives. If we put them through at the same time, we could increase the curve a little. And Marco will almost certainly bring all his ships through at once, so that might help us. But I don't know the mechanism—\"\n\n\"Hey,\" Holden said. \"Do you know what Planck's constant is?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Six point six two six plus change times ten to the negative thirty-fourth meters squared kilos per second?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure, why not,\" Holden said, raising one finger. \"But do you know why it's that and not six point seven whatever the rest of it was?\"\n\nNaomi shook her head.\n\n\"Neither does anyone else. They still call it science. Most of what we know isn't why things are what they are. We just figure out enough about how they work that we can predict the next thing that's going to happen. That's what you've got. Enough to predict. And if you think you're right, then I do too. So let's do this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shook her head, but not at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A massive n equals one study where our null hypothesis is that we all get killed.\"\n\n\"Not necessarily,\" Holden said. \"They only have fifteen to our one. We might still take them. We have Bobbie and Amos.\"\n\nThis time she did laugh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He put his arm under hers, and she leaned against him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If it doesn't work, we won't be any more fucked than we are now,\" she said.\n\n\"Probably not,\" Holden said. \"I mean, weird, dead alien technology with effects we don't understand sweeping whole ships away without leaving a trace or explanation. That's probably safe to play with, right?\"\n\nThe Pella and her fourteen warships—all that was left of the Free Navy—came closer to the ring, already past their halfway point and on their braking burn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Avasarala had sent a list of the tactics she was using to try to slow or stop the attack days before, and with a heaviness that said she knew it was all bullshit even before she got around to making it explicit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd ended with I'll do whatever I can, but you might have to make do with being avenged. Sorry about that. He wondered what she'd have thought about Naomi's discovery and their plan.\n\nHolden felt every hour that passed, knowing Inaros and his soldiers were a little nearer. It was like someone pushing at his back, making him hurry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would almost have been easier if it had been hours and days." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At least it would have been over.\n\nThe captain of the Giambattista misunderstood at first, thinking that his ship would be lost to the whatever-it-was that the gates did. Naomi had to explain to him four different times that if it went well, the Giambattista would just sail into some other system, loaf around there for a few days, and then come back, unharmed. Once she convinced him that, even if it failed, it meant he and his crew would miss the battle, his objections evaporated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi coordinated it all—loading the boats back into their positions in the hold, retuning the reactor so that both the bottle and the reaction were working almost at the edge of their capacity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took Amos and Clarissa with her to backload the Giambattista's internal power grid so that everything was on the verge of overload without ever quite tripping. It reminded Holden of Father Tom telling him about bears when he was young. If a black bear wandered onto the ranch, the thing to do was to open your coat and raise your arms over your head, shout and make noise. If it was a grizzly, the only thing to do was very quietly to get as far away as you could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Only this felt like they were making noise at a grizzly in hopes that it would eat the other guy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While Naomi made her preparations, he tried to make himself useful.\n\nThere were backlogs of communications from the colony worlds. Status reports and threats and begging. It was sobering to remember how many planets humanity had already spread to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How many seeds they'd planted in strange soils." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With Naomi's flood of information just gone out, a lot of the colonies were only now beginning to understand why they'd been cut off. Only now hearing about what had happened to Earth and its solar system. The messages coming back flooded the comm buffers with rage and sorrow, threats of vengeance and offers of aid.\n\nThose last were the hardest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "New colonies still trying to force their way into local ecosystems so exotic that their bodies could hardly recognize them as life at all, isolated, exhausted, sometimes at the edge of their resources." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And what they wanted was to send back help. He listened to their voices, saw the distress in their eyes. He couldn't help but love them a little bit.\n\nUnder the best conditions, disasters and plagues did that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't universally true." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There would always be hoarders and price gouging, people who closed their doors to refugees and left them freezing and starving. But the impulse to help was there too. To carry a burden together, even if it meant having less for yourself. Humanity had come as far as it had in a haze of war, sickness, violence, and genocide." }, { "from": "human", "value": "History was drenched in blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it also had cooperation and kindness, generosity, intermarriage. The one didn't come without the other, and Holden had to take comfort in that. The sense that however terrible humanity's failings were, there was still a little more in them worth admiring.\n\nHe did what he could to answer the most pressing messages, offer what hope he could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The voice, however briefly, of Medina Station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Coordinating supplies for all the colonies was more than he could manage. It would be full-time work for a staff of dozens at least, and he was only one man with a radio. Still, just seeing the need, dipping his toes into the oceanic task of being the physical hub of a thousand different solar systems, gave him a covert sense of hope for the future.\n\nHe'd been right. There was a niche here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Providing the plan worked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Providing they didn't all die. Providing that any of a million things he hadn't even thought of yet didn't swing through and destroy everything he was still looking for and planning. There was always the forgotten arm. The thing you didn't see coming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hopefully, the thing Marco Inaros wouldn't see coming either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So how long is this window or wake or whatever it is that we're shooting for?\" Amos asked.\n\nTime was almost out. The question now was just how fast Inaros wanted to be going when they came through the gate. If he cut the braking thrust and came through fast, it would throw off the timing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the Giambattista went through the Arcadia gate too late, it would be the one to quickly, quietly vanish away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it went through too early, Naomi's curve would already have decayed down to nothing and the Free Navy would pass into the slow zone in safety.\n\nThey'd gone back to the Rocinante. Alex and Bobbie in the cockpit, ready for battle if battle came. Holden and Naomi were strapped into the couches in the command deck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos, on float, had come up for the company as much as anything else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They weren't at battle stations yet. If it came to that, this was probably the last time he'd see Amos in the flesh. Holden tried not to think about it.\n\n\"It'll be maybe five minutes,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Part of that's going to depend on the mass and energy of the ships they bring through. If we're lucky, maybe as much as ... ten?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That ain't much,\" Amos said with an amiable smile. He put a hand on the ladder up to the cockpit to keep himself from drifting. \"You good up there?\"\n\n\"Good as gold,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If this trick of Naomi's doesn't go, you think we can take 'em?\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All of them, probably not,\" Bobbie called down. \"Some of them, for sure.\"\n\nClarissa rose up from the lift, a pale smile on her lips. She'd spent enough time on the float now to be natural with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She moved from grip to grip along the wall like she'd been born a Belter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When she got to Holden, she held out a bulb from the galley.\n\n\"You said you hadn't been able to sleep,\" she said. \"I thought you'd want some coffee.\"\n\nHolden took it; her smile widened a degree." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bulb was warm against his palm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Probably it wasn't poisoned. She wasn't really likely to do that anymore. He steeled himself a little before he took a sip.\n\nMedina Station was in the hands of the OPA fighters from the Giambattista, not that it would do much good." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Its PDCs and torpedoes had, for the most part, been spent defending against Holden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What was left was a rounding error on what they'd have needed to hold back Inaros. The Roci was waiting almost behind the blue station at the center of the slow zone. If he'd trained the ship's cameras on it, he could have seen the ruins of the rail guns as clearly as if he'd been standing over them.\n\n\"Anything coming out of Laconia?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We don't have a repeater on the far side of that gate, but just peeping through the keyhole? Nothing,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No signal. No sign of approaching drives.\"\n\nThe Roci chirped out an alert. Holden pulled it up.\n\n\"Got something, Cap?\" Amos asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Incoming ships have changed their burn a little. They'll be coming in fast.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And early,\" Naomi said. Her voice was like someone talking through pain. The Roci's countdown timer adjusted itself, estimating that the enemy would come through the ring gate in twenty minutes. Holden washed the lump in his throat with Clarissa's coffee." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clarissa pushed over to Naomi's couch, her sharp face bent by a frown." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi looked up at her and wiped her eyes. A droplet of a tear floated in the air, drifted toward the recycler intake.\n\n\"I'll be all right,\" Naomi said. \"It's just that my son's on one of those ships.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Clarissa's eyes sheened over too and she put a hand on Naomi's arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know,\" Clarissa said. \"If you need me, you can find me.\"\n\n\"It's okay, Peaches,\" Amos said. \"Me and the captain had a talk about it. We're good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave Holden a cheerful thumbs-up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The timer ticked down. Holden took a long, slow breath and opened his channel to the Giambattista.\n\n\"Okay,\" he said. \"This is Captain Holden of the Rocinante. Please begin your passage burn now. I need you to go through the gate in\"—he checked the timer—\"eighteen minutes.\"\n\n\"Tchuss, røvul!\" the Giambattista's captain said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It has been, sí no?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The connection dropped. On the screen, the Giambattista reported a hard burn starting. Holden shifted the display to show it. A single bright star in the blackness. A drive plume wider than the ice hauler that it was driving." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wanted to believe there was something off about the color of the light, as if the high-energy tuning Naomi had done with it was visible to him, but that was just his mind playing tricks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A new counter appeared on the display. The Giambattista's expected passage through the Arcadia ring went from seventeen minutes to sixteen. The Free Navy's arrival—unless they altered course—through the Sol gate in nineteen. Eighteen.\n\nHolden's gut was tight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His breath shuddered, and he drank another sip of coffee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He opened a second window, sensors trained at the Sol gate. From where they were, the Free Navy wouldn't be visible. Not yet. The angle was off just enough to hide them.\n\n\"Do we have the rail gun ready in case they get through?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" Bobbie answered smartly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well,\" Amos said. \"Me and Peaches better go strap in. You know. In case.\"\n\nClarissa touched Naomi's shoulder one last time, then turned and launched herself, following Amos down the lift toward engineering. Holden took a long, last drink and stowed the coffee bulb. He wanted it over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wanted this moment to last forever in case it was the last one he had with Naomi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Alex and Amos. Bobbie. Hell, even Clarissa. With the Rocinante. You couldn't be in a place like the Roci for as long as he had been and not be changed by it. Not have it be home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Naomi cleared her throat, he thought she was going to talk to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Giambattista,\" she said. \"This is the Rocinante. I'm not showing your internal power grid above normal.\"\n\n\"Perdona,\" a woman's voice came back. \"Fixing that now.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Giambattista,\" Naomi said and dropped the connection. She smiled over at Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The horror of the situation was only a line at the corner of her mouth, but his heart ached to see it all the same." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Amateurs. You'd think they'd never done this before.\"\n\nHe laughed, and then she laughed with him. The timers ticked down. The Giambattista's reached zero." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The brightness of the drive plume blinked out, hidden by the curve of the Arcadia ring and the profound weirdness that was distance and space here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where that timer had been, Naomi put up a display of a mathematical model she'd built. The spike of the Giambattista's passage already starting to decay.\n\nThe line sloped down as, beside it, the timer for Marco's arrival turned to seconds. In the cockpit, Bobbie said something and Alex answered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't make out the words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi's breath sounded fast and shallow. He wanted to reach over to her. To take her hand. It would have meant taking his eyes off the monitor, and so he couldn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Sol gate flickered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden increased the magnification until the ring filled his screen. The weird, almost biological structures of the ring itself seemed to shift and writhe. An illusion of light. The drive plumes of the Free Navy ships packed in together so tightly that it looked like one massive blaze of fire appeared on the edge of the ring, tracking in toward its center." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You want me to take a potshot at them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bobbie asked. \"Rail gun could probably reach them at this point.\"\n\n\"No,\" Naomi said before Holden could answer. \"I don't know what sending mass through the gates right now would do.\"\n\nA line appeared on the model, low on the scale." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding 4 sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Marco's jaw ached. His chest hurt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The joints in his spine hovered at the edge of dislocation without ever passing through to it. The high-g burn scourged him, and he welcomed the pain. The pressure and the discomfort were the price his body paid. They were slowing on approach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The core of the Free Navy was going to reach Medina unopposed, and there was literally no one to stop it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At a civilized thrust—an eighth, a tenth—and with some time coasting on the float to conserve mass, the journey out to the ring gate would have taken months. He didn't have months. Everything depended on reaching Medina before the scattered forces of the consolidated fleet could reach him. Yes, it meant driving the ships he had to the edge of their ability." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes, it would mean putting some of the reserves from Medina under conscript to fuel his return to the system, and the people of Medina would have to make do with a little less until he could stabilize the situation enough to allow resupply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was wartime. The days for scrimping and saving and safety were gone. Peace was a time for efficiency. War was a time for power. If it meant he drove his fighters to the ragged edge of their ability, that was how victory came." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Those who held back the most reserves for tomorrow were the ones least likely to see it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If the price was long days of unrelieved discomfort and pain, he'd pay that price and glory in it. Because at the end, there was rebirth. A shedding away of all his little missteps, a purification, and the seat of his final, permanent victory. And it was coming soon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His error—he saw it now—was in thinking too small." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had conceived the revolution that the Free Navy represented as a balancing of the scales. The inners had taken and taken and taken from the Belt, and when they didn't need it anymore, they'd dropped it and fled off to new, shinier toys. Marco had meant to put that right. Let the inners be the ones in need and the Belt find its independence and its strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was anger that had kept his view too small." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Righteous anger. Appropriate anger. But blinding all the same.\n\nMedina was the key, and always had been. But it was only now that he saw what it was the key to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd meant to close the gates and force the inner planets to address the consequences of generations of injustice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Looking at it now, it almost seemed like a gesture of nostalgia. A harkening back to previous generations. He'd made the classic mistake—he wasn't too proud to admit it—of trying to fight the last war on the next battleground. The power of Medina wasn't that it could stop the flow of money and material out to the new worlds." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was that it could control it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fate of the Belt wasn't around Jupiter and Saturn, or at least not those alone. In every one of the thirteen hundred systems that the gates led to, there were planets as vulnerable as Earth. The Belt itself would spread to all the systems, float like kings above all their subject worlds. If he had it all to do again, he'd have thrown three times as many rocks on Earth, destroyed Mars while he was at it, and taken his ships and his people to the colony worlds where there were no vestigial fleets to consolidate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With only Medina and the fifteen ships at his disposal, he could exert power over all the worlds there were." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was all about placement, audacity, and will.\n\nHe needed to find a way to talk Duarte into giving him a few more ships. But the promise to keep Laconia undisturbed had earned him everything he'd needed up to now. He didn't think another small request would be too much, especially given how much he'd sacrificed already." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And if Duarte did object—" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Pella shuddered as the drive passed through some resonance frequency. Normally when that happened they weren't under high burn. It was strange how something that was hardly more than a chime at a third of a g could sound like the coming apocalypse at two and a third. He tapped out a message for Josie down in engineering: KEEP US IN ONE PIECE." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A few seconds later, Josie wrote back something obscene, and Marco chuckled through the pressure on his throat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd taken their last respite before the battle four hours earlier, dropping the deceleration to only three-quarters of a g for fifteen minutes to let people eat and visit the head. A longer break would have meant burning harder now, and they were already running at the edge of their tolerances. But the advantages of an unexpected forced march were scattered through the great military strategists of history. Earth and Mars could only look on, eyes pressed to their telescopes, and wail." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Earth and Mars and Medina too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And on Medina, Naomi and her feckless Earther fuck buddy. James Holden, following in Fred Johnson's footsteps as condescending, patronizing hero of the poor, helpless Belt. When he died, the story of a Belt that had to be saved by self-congratulatory, faux-enlightened Earthers would bleed out with him, and good riddance. And Naomi ...\n\nHe didn't know yet what to do with Naomi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was a conundrum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Strong where she should have been weak and weak where she should have been strong. It was like she'd been born inverted. But there was something about her. Even after all these years, there was something about her that begged to be tamed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd slipped away from him twice now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whatever happened, there wouldn't be a third time. Once he had her in hand, Filip would return on his own. That wasn't worth worrying about.\n\nWhen Filip had missed the launch from Callisto, Marco hadn't been surprised." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The boy had been acting out for weeks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was normal. Even late, really. Marco had tested Rokku's authority when he'd been much younger than Filip was now. Rokku had told him when to be there for launch, and Marco had intentionally come late to find the berth empty. He'd had to fend for himself on Pallas Station for seven months before Rokku's ship came back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The captain had met him on the dock and beaten him until he was bleeding from a dozen places, but Marco had been taken back in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If Filip needed the same experience, that would be fine.\n\nNot that Marco would beat him. Better that he laugh a little and muss the boy's hair. Humiliation was always better than violence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To beat a man—even to beat a man to death—was at least proof that you took him seriously as a man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though, looking back, Filip had really been starting to push as far back as when he'd shot the security coyo on Ceres. And God, Marco's jaw ached.\n\nHe shifted his fingers, pulled up the timer. The ring gate was only minutes away now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Pella was shedding momentum with every second, making certain that when they passed through the gate, they wouldn't fly into a trap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden would be waiting. Watching the fire of their drive plumes. They weren't close enough yet for that to be a danger. Even if Holden fired his rail gun right now, the Pella would be able to react in time to dodge it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That wouldn't be true much longer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His compressed heart beat a little faster. His aching mouth twitched a little smile.\n\nBut discomfort was the home of the warrior, now as it had always been. He told himself that he embraced it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Welcomed it. And still, he was going to be glad when this part was done." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He typed in orders for the full force, gathering them in close enough that their drive plumes overlapped, using the vast, energetic cloud as cover to hide behind. Between that and the sensor interference of the ring, Holden would be firing as good as blind. Or at least that was the hope. The worst case was that Holden might take out two or three of his ships before they passed through the ring." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But once they came close enough to target the Rocinante, crippling the ship would be nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not destroying it, not unless they got unlucky. Trotting out James Holden's famed ship as part of the new Free Navy was too good an opportunity to miss. That was what Sanjrani and Dawes—all the others—missed. Leadership required a clear sense of appearance. Of style." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fifteen minutes. Billions of people were watching him right now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As fast as the photons could travel back, the Pella and its fourteen fighting ships would be on every newsfeed, every hand terminal, every monitor in the system. He was fifteen minutes from the hinge point in history. Fourteen.\n\nHe checked their common vector. Coming into enemy territory, it was critical that they be neither so close together that a lucky hit by Holden could damage more than one ship nor staggered to give him time to take more shots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They looked good. They would be all right." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wished now that he'd thought to make a recording to broadcast. It was the perfect moment. Even better than his initial call to arms. He thought of all the Belters in the system—those who'd stood by the Free Navy and those who'd been too cowardly or misguided and even the traitorous fragments of the OPA who'd taken arms with Pa against their own self-interest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had to believe they all felt a sense of pride." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before him, they'd been slaves in all but name, and now they were a force equal to and stronger than the most powerful states humanity had ever conceived. How could they not feel awe at this? How could they not feel the joy in this?\n\nThe ring was close enough to see without magnification now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As wide as Ceres Station and still tiny in the vast darkness out here where even the sun wasn't more than a peculiarly bright star." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His ships would start evasive maneuvers as they drew close. Shifting places in their formation like shells on the table of a dockside hustler. He checked their vectors again, typed out an angry command to one of the ships that was drifting behind. The ring slowly grew larger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He increased the magnification and added false light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The material that made up the ring itself still defied the best minds in the human sphere. He wasn't really seeing it, of course. The image on his monitor was filtered through the brightness of their plumes. In truth, he was falling backward toward the ring, his face toward the faint and unimportant sun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His crash couch held him like he was resting in the palm of God." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A message appeared on his monitor from Karal: ALL SYSTEMS CHECK. BOA CAÇADA.\n\nMarco typed back, not just to Karal, but to all of the Pella's crew. GOOD HUNTING.\n\nFive minutes until they passed through the gate and the battle for Medina began. The brief, decisive, ugly battle that would redefine what the Free Navy was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He willed them forward, pushing against brute physics with his mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Smelling victory. Feeling it in his blood. Minutes slid by like hours, and also gone too fast. Two minutes. One.\n\nAnother message from Karal. WIR HAT POSSIBLE." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beside it was deeper magnification of the ring filtered through the ship's system." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A tiny blue dot that had to be the rail gun station, and there beside it, almost too subtle to see, a fleck of lighter darkness that could have been a ship on the float. The Rocinante.\n\nMarco felt his whole consciousness narrow into that one tiny gray dot. Naomi. That dot was Naomi. She'd run out of the solar system to get away from him, and here he was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could see her face in his mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The empty expression she wore when she was trying not to feel. His grin hurt. His body hurt. But the little dot forgave it all. Except—\n\nSomething was wrong with his monitor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He thought at first that the image had gotten grainy, the resolution rougher, but that wasn't right." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the same size, only he could see the parts that made it up. He wasn't looking at the Rocinante. He was looking at photons streaming off a sheet of electrically excited plastic. The polymer chains glowed dark and light and dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was like seeing a woman's body in painting across the room and then, without warning, only the brushstrokes that made it up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi was nowhere in it.\n\nHe shouted, and could sense the pressure waves going out from his throat. The clouds of molecules that made his fingers slapped against the ones that were the control pad. He meant to type that they should fire, that they should kill while the chance was still with them, but he couldn't make out the letters in the splash of photons that spilled off his screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was too much detail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Where the air began and the crash couch ended was lost. The boundary between his body and his environment blurred. He had known since he was too young to remember learning that atoms were made from more space than material, and that at the lowest levels, the things that made atoms could bounce in and out of being. He'd never seen it before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd never been so aware that he was a vapor of energy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A vibration in a guitar string that didn't exist.\n\nSomething dark and sudden moved through the cloud toward him.\n\nOn the Rocinante, the ring gate grew brighter with the braking burns of the enemy, until it looked like the negative image of an eye—black, star-specked sclera and intensely white, burning iris. The timer reached zero." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lights grew brighter." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then flickered and went out.\n\nHolden checked the sensors. Where fifteen warships on the burn had been seconds before, there was just nothing.\n\n\"Huh,\" Amos said over the ship system. \"That is super creepy.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write four sentences sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here we are. Back again,\" Michio said as she stepped onto the docks of Ceres Station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hup,\" Josep, walking beside her, agreed.\n\nWhen she'd left, she had been rebelling against a rebellion. Now she had come, whether anyone admitted it or not, to beg the powers of Earth and Mars for her freedom. She felt like the docks themselves should have changed too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Grown older and more worn the way her soul had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the echoing music built from the clanking of mechs and power tools, the gabble of voices, was what it had been before. The smells of carbon lubricants and ozone was still as sharp.\n\nA new coat of paint even left the old station looking brighter and younger and more full of hope than when she'd left. The signs had been replaced." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The same corridors and lifts, but in bright, clean new fonts and half a dozen alphabets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knew it was designed for the colonists and refugees fleeing Earth, but it seemed pointed that, of the languages listed, none was Belter Creole. Earth ran Ceres again, the way it had before Eros, and they were turning the station into a theme-park version of itself. The guard was for the most part ceremonial, but Michio was more than willing to bet their sidearms were loaded. It was awkward work, welcoming someone who was equal parts ally and enemy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't envy them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been six months now since the remarkable death of Marco Inaros and the great remnant of the Free Navy. Half a year just to bring the remaining players together to talk. She wondered how long it would take to actually do something that mattered. And what would happen when they all ran out of time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt like she had a tiny Nico Sanjrani in the back of her head counting down the hours until the Belt—no, until all humanity—needed the farms and medical centers and mines and processing facilities that they hadn't built because they'd been too busy fighting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some nights it kept her awake. Some nights other things did.\n\nShe was half expecting them to take her to the same quarters Marco Inaros had assigned the last time she'd been here hammering out a plan for the Belt, but while it was in the same section of the station, the particular rooms were different. Their escort finished welcoming them, assured them that if they needed anything, someone from the hospitality service would be there to help." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They bowed their way out the door, closing it as they left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio lowered herself to the couch in the suite's main room while Josep made his way through each of the rooms, taking stock and looking for surveillance equipment that was both certainly there and certainly too professionally installed to find.\n\nNadia, Bertold, and Laura were back on the new ship—a converted cargo hauler on loan from one of Bertold's cousins as long as they found ways to make the payments on it. After the sleekness and power of the Connaught, it felt cheap and flimsy. But her family was on it, so it was home in the same way that the couch her cheek rested against was raw-silk upholstery in a jail cell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Josep's laugh was hard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He walked back into the room with a rectangle of something the color of cream and held it out to her. Not paper, but heavy card stock smooth as the couch. The writing on it was neat and precise.\n\nCaptain Pa—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thank you for coming to the conference and for your courage in the struggles we have all endured together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With good faith and cooperation, we will forge the path still ahead.\n\nIt was signed Chrisjen Avasarala. Michio looked up at Josep, her brow knit.\n\n\"En serio? That doesn't even sound like her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And come see! There's a fruit basket.\"\n\nIf wars began with rage, they ended with exhaustion.\n\nIn the aftermath of the system-wide battle and its unsettling aftermath at the ring, the partisans of the Free Navy had felt an overwhelming sense of injustice. It was as if the disappearance of the Pella and its battle force had been a bad call in a football match, and they were trying to find a referee to shout down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, slowly, the understanding seemed to spread through all the stations—Pallas, Ganymede, Ceres, Tycho, and dozens more besides—that the war was ended." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That they'd lost. A group on Pallas had issued a declaration that they were the New Free Navy and had set off a few bombs when the consolidated fleet arrived to take control of the station. The Jovian system—Callisto, Europa, Ganymede, and all the lesser bases there—had been the Free Navy's strongest ground and the one least touched by the fighting. A few patches of resistance there meant the violence would drag on for a few more weeks or months, but the outcome wasn't in doubt.\n\nThe specter of the Laconia gate and Winston Duarte hung over Mars more than anyone else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Martian identity—proud cogs in the glorious terraforming machine—didn't square with military coups and mass defection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mars wanted answers, and Laconia ignored them all magnificently. The only communication since the death of the Free Navy was a looped statement broadcast through the gate. A man's voice, inflected like a newsreader's, saying, Laconia is under its own sovereign authority. This message serves as notice that any ships passing through the Laconia gate will be in violation of that authority and will be denied passage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laconia is under its own sovereign authority ..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The message had caused no end of debate in the Martian parliament while Earth drove two of its three remaining battleships out to the slow zone and parked them and their ancient but effective rail guns and nuclear torpedoes at the edges of the Laconia gate, ready to reduce anything that came out to gas and scrap. Avasarala called it a containment policy, and Michio supposed it was the sanest thing to do. Earth was in no condition to pick another fight.\n\nBy the time Rosenfeld Guoliang took the stand in The Hague, the first high-profile prosecution for the murder of billions on Earth, the vast and complex human zeitgeist was ready for it to be over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There would be other trials coming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anderson Dawes had been captured. Nico Sanjrani turned himself in at Tycho. Of Inaros' original inner circle, Michio Pa was the only one not in a cell or dead. And she was at a cocktail party." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The meeting center in the governor's palace was built on three levels with stairways between them and a lot of plants." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People in uniform and formal dress stood in pairs or small groups or alone with their hand terminals while servants carried trays of hors d'oeuvres and drinks. If anything specific was wanted—food or drink or a fresh pair of shoes, probably—they had only to ask. The lap of luxury. The highest circles of power and influence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was the real thing, something that Marco Inaros had only been able to play at." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The stone walks were polished and the pillars were made of striped sedimentary rock pulled all the way from Earth as a kind of boast. We're so rich, we don't even use our own stone. She'd never noticed it before, and she didn't know whether it left her amused or angry or sad.\n\n\"Michio,\" a woman's voice said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here you are. How is Laura?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old lady in the orange sari took Michio's elbow and led her along almost three full steps before she realized it was Avasarala. The old Earther looked different in person. Smaller, her skin a deeper brown, her pale hair taking up more of her face.\n\n\"Much better,\" Michio said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Back on the ship.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"With Nadia and Bertold? And Josep stayed back in your rooms? Just so long as they know they're welcome. God damn, this is an ugly piece of architecture, isn't it?\" Avasarala said. \"I saw you looking at the pillars.\"\n\n\"I was,\" Michio said.\n\nAvasarala leaned in close, her eyes bright as a schoolgirl's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They're fake. The rock? Made it with a centrifuge and colored sand. I knew the builder. He was a fake too. Pretty, though. God save us all from good-looking men.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Michio surprised herself by laughing. The old woman was charming. Michio knew that this show of hospitality was just that. A show. And yet it worked; she felt more at ease." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The time was going to come, and soon, when Michio was going to have to come to this woman and ask for amnesty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ask this Earther to let her and her family go free for Marco's crimes. This moment made it seem like maybe the answer would be yes. Hope was a terrible thing. She didn't want to feel, and yet there it was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't know she was going to speak until she said it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry.\" What she meant was I'm sorry I didn't stop the attack that killed your husband and I'm sorry I didn't see Inaros for what he was sooner and I would do it all differently if I could live my life backward and try again.\n\nAvasarala paused, looked deeply into Michio's eyes, and it was like seeing someone through a mask. The deepness there startled her. When she spoke, it was as if she'd heard every nuance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Politics is the art of the possible, Captain Pa. When you play at our level, grudges cost lives.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Across a narrow courtyard, James Holden turned and then came trotting over. He, at least, was the same height she remembered. He looked a little older than when they'd fought against Ashford on the Behemoth. Back in the God-who-could-have-known-they-were-the-good-old-days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She saw the surprise and pleasure as he recognized her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain Holden,\" she said. \"Still weird to see you.\"\n\n\"Right?\" he said with a boyish smile that seemed totally unaffected. He turned to Avasarala." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can I pull you away for a minute? There's a thing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Avasarala squeezed Michio's arm, then let it go. \"Forgive me,\" she said. \"Holden can't find his cock with both hands unless there's someone there to point him at it.\"\n\nThey walked away together, heads bent in conference." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Behind a spray of ivy, Michio saw a tall, dark-skinned woman bent a degree forward as she laughed with the Martian prime minister." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi Nagata. She looked ... normal? Unremarkable. Michio knew her from before, and still might not have known her if they'd passed in a common corridor or shared a tube ride. But this was the woman Marco had abducted before his attack on Earth, just so he could watch her look upon his power. The woman who'd turned away from him when they'd both been little more than children themselves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio would never know how much of the decision to take the last remnant of the Free Navy to Medina had been for cold tactical reasons and how much was because Naomi Nagata had been there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was so petty and so small, and she had no trouble believing it. When you play at our level, grudges cost lives.\n\nCarlos Walker strolled through an archway, caught her eye, and smiled. She'd known him mostly by reputation back when she'd been part of Fred fucking Johnson's OPA." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carlos Walker, with his playboy's manners and the weird religious streak, the sincerity of which no one seemed able to determine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He plucked two fresh flutes of champagne from a passing tray and made his way toward her.\n\n\"You look thoughtful, Captain Pa.\"\n\n\"Do I?\" she said, taking the glass. \"Well, then I suppose it must be true. And you? How does it feel being the unelected representative of the Belt?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Walker smiled. \"I could ask you the same.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She laughed. \"I'm not representing anyone but myself.\"\n\n\"Really? Then what are you doing here?\"\n\nMichio blinked, but didn't know how to respond.\n\nA little less than an hour later, a soft chiming and a discrete rush of personal assistants and aides announced the actual meeting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pa let herself be carried along with a growing sense of displacement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The meeting room was smaller than she'd expected, and arranged in a rough triangle. Avasarala, a thin-faced man in a formal jacket, and two men in military uniforms sat at one corner. The Martian prime minister—Emily Richards—sat at another with half a dozen people in suits fluttering around her like they were moths and she was an open flame. And at the third, Carlos Walker, Naomi Nagata, James Holden, and Michio herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A second rank of chairs held dozens of people whose roles Michio didn't know. Senators. Businessmen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bankers. Soldiers. It occurred to her that if she'd had a bomb, she could probably have crippled what was left of humanity's major governments by taking out this one room.\n\n\"Well,\" Avasarala said, her voice clear as a Klaxon, \"I'd like to start by thanking all of you again for being here. I'm not fond of this shit, but the optics are good. And we do have some things to discuss. I have a proposal ...\" She paused to tap a command into her hand terminal, and Michio's chimed in response, as did everyone else's in the room. \" ... a proposal about the architecture by which we try to unfuck ourselves. It's preliminary, but we have to start somewhere.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Michio opened the document." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was over a thousand pages long, with the first ten a tightly written table of contents with notations and subsections for every chapter. She felt a little wave of vertigo.\n\n\"The overview looks like this,\" Avasarala said. \"We have a list of problems as long as our arms, but Captain Holden here thinks he's come up with a way to use some of them to solve the others. Captain?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden, beside her, stood up, seemed to realize no one else was going to stand up to talk, and then shrugged and bulled forward with it. \"The thing is the Free Navy wasn't wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With all the new systems opened up, the economic niche that Belters have filled is going to go away. There are so many reserves on these planets that don't require we bring our own air or generate our own gravity that the Belt is going to be outcompeted. And, no offense, the plan up to now has been versions of 'sucks to be you.'\n\n\"There's a significant population of the Belt that's not going to be able to move down a gravity well. They're just going to be forgotten. Left to die off. And since that's not all that different from how Belters got treated before, it was easy for Inaros to find political backing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wouldn't say that was the only thing that got him there,\" Prime Minister Richards drawled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Having a bunch of my ships helped him out.\"\n\nThe room chuckled.\n\n\"But the thing is,\" Holden said, \"we've been going out there wrong. There's a traffic problem we didn't know about. Under the wrong conditions, it's not safe to go through the gates. Which we found out because a bunch of ships went missing. And if the plan is that just anyone who wants to go through the gates does so anytime they want to, more will go missing. There has to be someone regulating that. And, thanks to Naomi Nagata, we now know the load limit of the gate network.\"\n\nHe paused and looked around, almost as if he was expecting applause before he went on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So that's two problems. No niche for the Belt. The need for traffic control through the gates. Now add to that the fact that Earth, Mars—all of us really—have taken enough damage in the last few years that our infrastructure won't carry us. We have maybe a year or two to really find ways to generate the food and clean water and clean air that we're all going to need. And we probably can't do that in our solar system unless just a lot more people die. We need a fast, efficient way to trade with the colony worlds for raw materials. So that's why I'm proposing an independent union with the sole and specific task of coordinating shipments through the gates. Most people who want to live on planets will just do that. But the Belt has a huge population of people who are specifically suited to life outside a gravity well. Moving supplies and people safely between solar systems is a new niche. And it's one we need filled quickly and efficiently. In the proposal, I called it the spacing guild, but I'm not married to that name.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A gray-haired man sitting two rows behind Emily Richards cleared his throat and spoke. \"You're proposing to turn the entire population of the Belt into a single transport company?\"\n\n\"Yes, into a network of ships, support stations, and other services necessary to move people and cargo between the gates,\" Holden said. \"Keep in mind, they've got thirteen hundred and seventy-three solar systems to manage. There's going to be work. Well, thirteen hundred and seventy-two, really. Because of Laconia.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And what do you propose to do about Laconia?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "a woman behind Avasarala asked.\n\n\"I don't know,\" Holden said. \"I was just starting with this.\"\n\nAvasarala waved him to sit down, and reluctantly he did." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi shifted, murmured something in his ear, and Holden nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The proposed structure of the union,\" Avasarala said, \"is fairly standard. Limited sovereignty in exchange for regulatory input from the major governing bodies, meaning Emily and whoever they elect once I'm out of this.\"\n\n\"Limited sovereignty?\" Carlos Walker said.\n\n\"Limited,\" Avasarala said. \"Don't ask me to put out on the first date, Walker. I'm not that kind of girl. The union will, of course, need to have support from the Belt. The first union president will be taking on a huge job, but I think we can all agree that we have a unique opportunity for that. Someone well-known both among Belters and on the inner planets.\"\n\nHolden nodded. Michio looked over at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His bright eyes and firm chin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Someone,\" Avasarala continued, \"above—or at least apart from—factions and politics. Trustworthy, well-tested moral compass, and with a long résumé of doing the right thing even when it's unpopular.\"\n\nHolden smiled, nodded to himself. He looked so pleased. Michio hadn't come to a meeting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This was an anointing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was suddenly profoundly disheartened. It would probably improve her chances for getting amnesty, but—\n\n\"That is why,\" Avasarala said, \"we need to draft James Holden.\"\n\nHolden yelped like he'd been bitten." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What? Wait. No, that's all wrong. It's a terrible idea.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Avasarala frowned. \"Then—\"\n\n\"Look,\" Holden said, standing up again. \"This is exactly the problem. This is what we keep doing. Forcing rules and leadership on the Belters rather than letting them pick for themselves.\"\n\nA grumble passed through the room, but Holden just kept talking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If I can use this moment to nominate someone else instead. Someone with all the qualities Madam Secretary Avasarala just listed, and more. Someone with honor and integrity and leadership, and with the added bonus of actually belonging to the community they'd be leading.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately two sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And somehow—Michio wasn't sure how this had happened—Holden was pointing at her.\n\n\"Then I would nominate Michio Pa.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Blue Frog was closed for renovations, so after the meetings were over, she drove the cart to a pub two levels higher and a little to spinward." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sign beside the door was cheap steel set into the wall with the words COOPERATIVE FOURTEEN hand-welded into it. Naomi didn't know if the name had a history behind it, or if that was just the new style in naming clubs. On the other side of the door, the decor took on a much less industrial feel. The tables glowed in bright primary colors, and the walls were covered in strands of woven wire, looped and tied to look like old pictures of waterfalls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A low stage with a karaoke setup hummed and danced with itself, waiting for someone to break the ice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was room for as many as a hundred people in the space, and counting herself and Jim, there were probably fewer than twenty. But it was also off-hours, so that made it hard to judge.\n\nThe crew were already there and, to judge from the empty bottles the waiter was clearing away, had been there for some time. As they walked across to them, Jim relaxed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The four of them gave a little cheer and made space for two new chairs at the table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What happened?\" Bobbie said. \"You were supposed to be here hours ago.\"\n\n\"Avasarala jumped me,\" Jim said, and Amos' empty, amiable smile got a degree wider. Jim laughed and shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, I mean she tried to get me named as the head of the spacing guild.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know that name's not going to stick, right?\" Alex said.\n\n\"Wait, she did what?\" Bobbie said.\n\nJim held out his hands, a gesture of helplessness. \"She gave out the proposal, and I gave my little speech about it, and then boom. Right at the front, she said I should be the one to help put it together. First union president. It probably took the first two hours just convincing her I wouldn't do it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why didn't you take the position?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clarissa asked. She seemed genuinely confused.\n\n\"Because then I'd have to do it,\" Jim said, waving to call the waiter back.\n\n\"Makes sense she'd want someone she could control calling the shots, though,\" Alex said.\n\n\"Avasarala doesn't think she can control Holden,\" Bobbie said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But she also doesn't think anyone else can. She might just want someone from Earth in charge, at least as a figurehead. Makes the union feel like it's in her circle of influence. Fred Johnson was OPA to the marrow, but he was from Earth. He never totally got away from that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The waiter trotted over and took Jim's order. Naomi leaned in around him so she could see Bobbie as she spoke.\n\n\"That was our point,\" she said. \"If it's going to work, the Belt needs to know it's their own and not another set of scraps that the inners are tossing out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The waiter reached out, his fingers stopping just short of touching her shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Whatever your best stout is,\" she said, and he vanished with a nod. She turned back. \"Anyway, we threw Michio Pa under the bus.\"\n\n\"She's perfect,\" Holden said. \"She knows all the players in the Belt. She's not afraid to work with Earth and Mars. She's literally the former commander of Medina Station. Granted back before it was a station, but she's got a real familiarity with the ship. And look what she's been doing since she broke with Inaros. Coordination and distribution. Exactly the job we're looking at.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well,\" Alex said, \"except with less piracy this time. I mean, assuming.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did she take the job?\" Bobbie asked.\n\n\"She's coming around,\" Naomi said. \"It was a long meeting.\"\n\n\"What about us?\" Clarissa asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her voice had dread in it. A hollowness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do we do now?\"\n\n\"We join the union,\" Jim said. \"I mean, we'll need to vote on it here in the family, but it seems weird to push for a new architecture for the colonies and then not be part of it. And there'll be a lot of work for a good ship. We have a good ship.\"\n\nClarissa's gaze flickered up to Naomi, then, with an almost invisible smile, away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jim hadn't understood what she'd really been asking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now that the war's over, do I still have a place here? And he didn't know that he'd answered yes. He had a genius for assuming things that let Clarissa trust him. Naomi handed the girl a napkin so she wouldn't have to dab her eyes with a cuff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Seems to me,\" Alex said, \"we should look at escorting colony ships. And making sure the ore or whatever the colony has to trade gets where it's going.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lot of trade in-system too,\" Amos said. \"Don't have to go out past the gates.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Alex agreed. \"But there's more planets out there than I'm going to be able to see in my lifetime. I'd like to get to a few of them.\"\n\nThe waiter returned with Jim's gin and tonic and her own stout." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she tried to pay, the transaction was already zeroed out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The waiter smiled at her, shook his head, and said, \"On the house.\" Naomi nodded her thanks. Jim was already drinking.\n\nBobbie was the only one who seemed quiet, her hand wrapped around a glass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex and Amos told Clarissa stories about New Terra and going through to the new worlds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jim drank and chimed in on occasion, the political meeting starting to fade and his shoulders slipping a little lower as he relaxed. But Bobbie kept her own council until Naomi finished her second drink, took the Martian's hand, and tugged her away.\n\n\"Are you all right?\" Naomi asked.\n\n\"Yes,\" Bobbie said in a voice that meant no." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's just ... this is really the end of the terraforming project, isn't it? I mean, I knew that, but ... I don't know. Trying to get us all to here helped distract me. But this agreement they're hammering out. It's the shape things are going to have from now on.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Naomi said. \"And it's going to be different.\"\n\n\"All my life, changing Mars. Making it a viable ecosystem ... it's just always been a thing. Hearing about rules and laws and systems for how that's never coming back ... I don't know. It's kind of hitting me that it's really gone.\"\n\n\"Probably, yeah,\" Naomi said, but Bobbie went on as if she hadn't heard her. As if she was saying something out loud for the first time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Discovering her thoughts by hearing them expressed in her own voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because Inaros and all the Free Navy people, they weren't fighting for Belter rights or political recognition. They were fighting to have the past back. To have things be what they've always been. Sure, with them on top maybe, but ... Earth's not going to be humanity's home anymore. Mars isn't going to be Mars, not like I knew it. Belters aren't even going to be Belters now. They're going to be ... what? Shipping magnates? I don't even know.\"\n\n\"No one does,\" Naomi said, leading Bobbie forward. The big Martian didn't seem aware that they were walking. \"But we're going to find out.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know who I am in that world.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't either. None of us does. But I know that I have my ship. And my little family with it.\"\n\n\"Yeah. That sounds like a plan.\"\n\n\"Good,\" Naomi said, and put a microphone in Bobbie's hand. \"Let's pick a song.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pub filled up more at shift change, but for once no one seemed to take much notice of Jim or any of the rest of them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even when Naomi got a standing ovation for what in retrospect must have been a deeply flawed version of Devi Anderson's \"Apart Together,\" nobody seemed to recognize the crew of the Rocinante as being anything but the people at table six. It felt good knowing that could still happen sometimes. By the end of the night, even Clarissa had a turn on stage. It turned out she had a good singing voice, and after she got down, a local boy with Loca Griega tattoos tried to hit on her until Bobbie gently made it clear nothing was going to happen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They took the tube back to the dock, filling up almost half of a car just themselves, still a little tipsy, still talking too loud, laughing at nothing really." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex's Mariner Valley drawl got thicker, and Bobbie mimicked it, egging him on until they sounded like parodies of themselves. Jim, least involved with the hilarity and still somehow central to it, sat back against the rattling wall of the car, his hands behind his head and his eyes half-closed. She didn't really understand what she and Jim and all the others were reacting to until they were at the ship. Seeing the Rocinante locked in the docking clamps was like falling into a familiar pair of arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were giddy because Jim was giddy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Jim was giddy because, for once, he'd just avoided being responsible for the future of the whole human race.\n\nIt seemed like a fair thing to celebrate.\n\nBack on board, the group moved together to the galley, not ready yet for the day to be over. Clarissa made herself some tea, but there wasn't any more alcohol." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just the six of them, lounging in a galley designed to serve many more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex, sitting with his back against one wall, told a story about when he'd been in training on Olympus Mons and the mother of one of the other recruits had arrived to complain that the drill sergeant was being too rough on her son. That led into Bobbie talking about a time when she and her squad had all gotten food poisoning at the same meal, but bullied each other into training the next day regardless, then spent the day puking into their helmets. They were all laughing together, sharing parts of the lives they'd had before they came here. Before the Rocinante was their home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eventually, without the flow of conversation abating, Alex made enough chicken with peanut sauce for everyone and passed bowls out while Clarissa told a surprisingly funny story about being in a prison writing workshop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi ate the chicken with a fork, leaning against Jim as she did. The sauce wasn't like Belters made it, but it was good enough.\n\nShe felt Jim getting near the end of his endurance. He didn't say anything, but she knew from the sound of his breath and the way he unconsciously tapped his leg like a child trying to stay awake." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt the exhaustion herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been a long day, and the stakes had been high. The pleasant buzz left over from the pub was starting to fade, and deep, muzzy tiredness was slipping into her joints. But she didn't want the moment to end either, any of the moments with these people in this place, even though eventually they had to. No, not even though. Because." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Because eventually they had to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing lasted forever. Not peace. Not war. Nothing.\n\nShe stood first, taking her bowl and Jim's and Bobbie's, since she was done with it, and feeding them into the recycler. She stretched, yawned, held her hand out to Jim." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He took his cue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex, who was talking about a music performance he'd seen on Titan back when he'd still been in the service, nodded his good night. Naomi led Jim to the lift, then to their cabin with the occasional sound of laughter filtering through to them, fainter the farther they went, but not absent. Not yet.\n\nJim fell onto the crash couch like a marionette with his strings cut, threw one arm across his eyes, and groaned. In the light, he looked young again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The stubble on his neck and along the side of one cheek was thin and patchy, as if it were growing in for the first time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She could remember when the prospect of Jim and his body had been as powerful as a drug to her. Powerful enough that she'd been driven to take the risk of being with him. He hadn't known then how much of a leap it had been for her. He probably still didn't know now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some things were secret even after you told them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He moaned again, shifted his arm, looked up at her. His smile was equal parts exhaustion and delight. Exhaustion from what they'd been through. Delight because it was done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And because they were both there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you think Pa will take the job?\" he asked. He sounded almost wistful.\n\n\"Yes, eventually,\" Naomi said. And then, a moment later, \"How long have you been planning that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The idea of the union, or Pa in particular?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pa.\"\n\nJim shrugged. \"It was pretty clear early on that having an Earther be the head of it wasn't going to work. I thought Fred would be able to find someone. So I guess I started looking at her for it right around then. Consciously, anyway. She was kind of perfect, though. She broke with the Free Navy in order to help the Belt. No one else did that, or at least not as openly. And she won every fight she led her people into. I think the ones who need to take her seriously, will.\"\n\nNaomi sat on the edge of the crash couch. It shifted with the change in the center of their combined weight, moving Jim a few centimeters closer to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stretched out an arm as invitation, and she settled back into it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you think she'll enjoy it?\"\n\n\"I don't know. I'd hate it, but maybe she's different enough from me she'll find something to redeem the process. The important thing is I think she'll be good at it. Plays to her strengths. At least I don't know anyone who's likely to do better.\"\n\n\"I hope you're right,\" she said. \"You really think you couldn't have done it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was never an option. There's too much history. Maybe an Earther can do it in a generation or three when things have been different for a while.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi laughed, moved her head to rest beside his. \"By then something else will have happened.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Holden said. \"That's true. But in the short term, I really do think she's the best one for the job. I'm just glad she was here. My second choice for the job would have been you.\"\n\nShe sat up, looking into his eyes to see whether he was joking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A long way away, Amos laughed just loud enough for the echoes to reach her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jim's expression was somewhere between chagrin and amusement.\n\nGod, he'd been serious.\n\n\"You could have done it,\" Holden said. \"You're smart. You're a Belter. Your opposition to the Free Navy's as good or better than Pa's. You have a track record that Earth and Mars would have been comfortable with, and enough connection to the Belt to make you plausible to them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know I wouldn't have done it, right?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Jim said, and there was something almost like sorrow in his voice. \"I know you wouldn't have wanted to. I know you would have hated it. But you would have, if you had to. If there wasn't someone else. Too many people would have needed you for you to turn them all away.\"\n\nShe lay back down, considered the idea, and shuddered.\n\n\"I know, right?\" Jim said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And how are you doing?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took the hand of the arm she was lying across in hers, drew it gently around her like he was a blanket. He had asked her that every few days since the war ended. How was she doing? It sounded like an innocuous question, but it carried more than its own weight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd killed her old lover, her old friends." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wished with a longing as powerful as thirst that there had been a way to save her son. Jim wasn't asking if she was all right so much as how bad was it. There was no good answer for that. I will carry this guilt and sadness for the rest of my life was just as true as I lost my son years ago." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her comfort was that she was still alive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That Jim was. And Amos and Alex. Bobbie and Clarissa.\n\nShe was as much a monster as Clarissa or Amos had ever been. She was someone who'd found a way to save her little chosen family when everything seemed lost. The two didn't balance, but they existed together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pain and relief. Sorrow and contentment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The evil and the redeeming could sit together in her heart, live together, and neither one take the edge off the other.\n\nAnd Jim knew that. He didn't ask because he needed an answer. He asked because he needed her to know the answer mattered to him. That was all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm all right,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The way she always did. Jim reached out his other hand and dimmed the lights. Naomi closed her eyes. They felt very comfortable that way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could hear from Jim's breath that he wasn't asleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That he was thinking about something.\n\nShe kept herself awake, just a little. Waited for him. Little flickers of dream danced in at the edge of her mind, and she lost track of her body every now and again.\n\n\"Do you think we should go out to the colonies?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he said. \"It seems like maybe we ought to. I mean, we've been to Ilus. And if we can sort of blaze the trail? Make it normal? Maybe it'll be easier for Pa to get more Belt ships to take the risk.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe,\" she said.\n\n\"Because the other thing we could do is stay here. There's just a lot of work that's going to need to happen here. Rebuilding. Beefing up Medina for when Duarte comes back. Because you know whatever he's doing is going to be a problem eventually. I don't know where we should go next.\"\n\nNaomi nodded. Jim rolled in closer to her. The warmth of his body and the smell of his skin were consoling.\n\n\"Let's just stay here for a minute,\" she said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like James S. A. Corey would" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As with astronomy the difficulty of recognizing the motion of the earth lay in abandoning the immediate sensation of the earth's fixity and of the motion of the planets, so in history the difficulty of recognizing the subjection of personality to the laws of space, time, and cause lies in renouncing the direct feeling of the independence of one's own personality. But as in astronomy the new view said: \"It is true that we do not feel the movement of the earth, but by admitting its immobility we arrive at absurdity, while by admitting its motion (which we do not feel) we arrive at laws,\" so also in history the new view says: \"It is true that we are not conscious of our dependence, but by admitting our free will we arrive at absurdity, while by admitting our dependence on the external world, on time, and on cause, we arrive at laws.\"\n\nIn the first case it was necessary to renounce the consciousness of an unreal immobility in space and to recognize a motion we did not feel; in the present case it is similarly necessary to renounce a freedom that does not exist, and to recognize a dependence of which we are not conscious.\n\nAnna savored the moment, then closed the text window and made the same, small sound that she always did when she finished the book." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anna loved the Bible and felt comforted and lifted up by what she found in it, but Tolstoy was uncontested for second place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The accepted etymology of the word religion was that it came from religere, meaning \"to bind together,\" but Cicero had said its true root was relegere, \"to reread.\" The truth was, she liked both answers. What brought people together in a sense of love and community and the impulse to go back to beloved books weren't that different for her. Both of them left her feeling calmer and renewed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nono said it meant she was an introvert and an extrovert at the same time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anna couldn't really argue against that.\n\nOfficially the ship was the Abdel Rahman Badawi operated by Trachtman Corporation out of Luna, but everyone on board called her the Abbey. The complex history of the ship was written in her bones. The hallways were different shapes, depending on the style when they'd been added in or what salvaged ship they'd been taken from." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air always smelled like new plastic from the recyclers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thrust gravity was kept at a thin tenth of a g to conserve reaction mass. The cargo decks far below Anna now were cathedral-high and piled with all the things that the new colony on Eudoxia—shelters, food recyclers, two small fusion reactors, and a wealth of biological and agricultural materials—would need. There were already two other settlements on Eudoxia. It was one of the most populous of the colony worlds with almost a thousand people on it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the Abbey arrived, that population would triple, and Anna and Nono and Nami would be part of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Would live out the rest of their lives, chances were, finding ways to raise food they could eat, learning about their new, broad, and problematic Eden. And hopefully, building the spaces and institutions that would shape humanity's presence on that world forever. The first university, the first hospital, the first cathedral. All the things perched just outside reality, waiting for Anna and her fellow colonists to bring them into being." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't the retirement Anna had expected or hoped for." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some nights she dreaded it. Not for herself so much as for her daughter. She'd always thought of Nami growing up in Abuja with her cousins, going off to university in Saint Petersburg or Moscow. She felt wistful now, knowing that Nami would likely never have the experience of living in a huge, sprawling urban environment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That she and Nono wouldn't grow old together in the little house near Zuma Rock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That her own ashes, when she passed, would be scattered on unfamiliar water. But Abuja also had a few thousand less mouths to feed. Out of the remaining billions on Earth, it was nothing, except that enough nothings together might add up to something after all.\n\nHer cabin was smaller than the house with two tiny bedrooms, a little sitting area with a scruffy wall screen, and just enough storage for their personal items." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were twenty like it in their hall, with a shared lavatory at one end and a cafeteria at the other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Four halls like hers on the deck. Ten decks on the ship. Right now, Nono was at the galley on deck three singing with a bluegrass quartet. The youngest of the musicians—a rail-thin, red-haired man named Jacques Harbinger—had used almost his whole personal space allotment on a real hammer dulcimer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nami would be coming back from school on deck eight, where Kerr Ackerman was using the ship tutorials to teach the two hundred or so children about biology and survival techniques tailored for Eudoxia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After they both came home and they'd all had dinner in their own galley, Anna was going to the Humanist Society meeting on deck two, where she'd already won the role of the loyal opposition to George and Tanja Li, the young atheist couple who ran it. She didn't fool herself into believing anyone would change anyone else's mind. But the trip was long, and a good philosophical discussion passed the hours pleasantly. Then home to work on her sermon for next week." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She remembered something she'd read, she didn't know where, about the life of ancient Greece." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The private space had been thin there too, most of people's hours spent in the streets and courtyards of Athens and Corinth and Thebes. A world where everyone's home was not their castle but their dorm room. It was exhausting, but exhilarating too. She could already see the early shapes of the community they would eventually become." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And the efforts she made now would have an effect on what happened when they reached their new home planet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The decisions they made in building their township would be the seed crystal for the city that might one day rise up from it. A few hundred years, and the work Anna did now to make this group a kind, thoughtful, centered one might be able to shape a whole world.\n\nAnd wasn't that worth a little extra effort?\n\nShe heard Nami's voice before the door opened, serious and percussive the way she got when she was focused on something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't talk to herself often, so Anna assumed she had someone from school with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the door opened, she was proven right.\n\nNami walked into the little common room, practically dragging a sullen Arab boy behind her. He started a little when he saw Anna. She smiled without showing her teeth, didn't quite make eye contact, didn't move." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd learned more about how to be with traumatized people in the last year than she'd ever hoped to know, and much of what she came to understand was that humans were domestic animals like dogs and cats." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They responded poorly to threats and well to a gentle building of trust. Not rocket science, but easy to forget.\n\n\"This is Saladin,\" Nami said. \"We have a group project.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good to meet you, Saladin,\" Anna said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm glad you could be here.\"\n\nThe boy nodded once, looked away. Anna had to resist the urge to try to draw him out, ask him where he lived, who his parents were, how he liked his classes. She was always impatient to help people, even when they weren't ready to be helped. Maybe especially then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nami, nattering about the great-man theory and technological ratchets and railroading time as if to fill the conversation for both of them, went to her bedroom and came out with her school tablet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anna hoisted an eyebrow. \"That's been here all day?\"\n\n\"I forgot it,\" Nami said lightly. Then, \"Bye, Mom,\" as she marched out the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Saladin hesitated like he was surprised to have been left alone with a grown-up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anna looked close to him, but not straight on. He nodded and ducked out the door after her daughter. She waited for one breath, and then another, and then—knowing it was a bad idea—crept to the closed door and peeked out. Nami and Saladin were walking down the narrow ship corridor, squeezing close to be side by side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His right hand was in her left, and as far as Anna could see, Nami was still talking animatedly about whatever she was talking about while Saladin, rapt, listened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So what's your group project?\" Anna asked.\n\nDinner that night was spiced beans and rice that very nearly mimicked the real thing. Nono was tired after her rehearsal, and Anna was expecting the Humanist meeting to be intense and a little taxing, so they'd taken the food back to their rooms instead of staying in the galley. Nami sat cross-legged with her back against the door while Anna and Nono took two of the chairs that folded down out of the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The walls were close enough that even though they were on opposite sides of the room, their knees almost touched." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It would be almost a year living in the Abbey. By the time they reached Eudoxia, they might not remember what open space felt like anymore.\n\n\"History,\" Nami said.\n\n\"Big subject,\" Anna said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Any particular part of history?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nono looked up at her from under her eyebrows, so maybe Anna wasn't being quite as casual and nonchalant as she thought. Nami didn't seem to notice anything, though.\n\n\"No. All of it. We're not talking about what happened in history, we're talking about what history is. So, you know\"—she gestured in a circle with her spoon—\"is the important thing about history the people who actually did things, or if they hadn't been alive, would the same basic things have happened, just with other people doing them? Like with math.\"\n\n\"Math?\" Anna said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sure,\" Nami said. \"Two different people came up with calculus right at the same time. So maybe everything's like that. Maybe it doesn't matter who leads a war because the things that made the war happen weren't leaders. They were how much money people had or how good their land was for making food or something. That's the section I'm writing. Saladin's writing about the great-man theory, but it's old because they only talk about men.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah,\" Anna said, cringing at how obvious she felt. \"Saladin's doing that?\"\n\n\"It's about the idea that without Caesar, there wouldn't have been a Roman Empire. Or without a Jesus, there wouldn't have been Christianity.\"\n\n\"Hard to argue against that,\" Nono said.\n\n\"It's a history class. We're not talking about the religious part. And then Liliana's doing the section on the technological ratchet, where the thing that changes is how well we understand how to make things like medicines and nuclear bombs and Epstein drives, and that everything else about history is cyclic. The same things happen over and over again, but it just seems different because we have different tools.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nami frowned. \"I don't understand that one yet. But it's not my section.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And what do you think?\" Anna asked.\n\nNami shook her head and scooped up a last spoonful of almost-beans. \"It's dumb to break it up like that,\" she said around her food. \"Like it's one thing or it's something else. That's not how it ever is. It's always that there's somebody who does whatever it is. You know, conquers Europe or decides that it's a great idea to line aqueducts with lead or figures out how to coordinate radio frequencies. You never have one without the other. It's like nature versus nurture. When do you ever see one without the other?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's a good point,\" Anna said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So how does the project work?\"\n\nNami rolled her eyes. Oh God, they were in eye-rolling ages now. It seemed so recent that her little girl had been free of contempt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It isn't like that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What isn't like what?\"\n\n\"Mother. Saladin isn't my boyfriend. His parents died in Cairo, and he's here with his aunt and uncle. He really needs friends, and anyway Liliana likes him, so even if I did, I wouldn't. We have to be careful. We're spending our whole lives together, so we need to be really gentle. If we mess it up, it's not like we can just change schools.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" Anna said. \"Is that something you talk about at school?\"\n\nThe eye-roll again. Two eye-rolls in one night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That was you, Mom. You're always saying that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I guess I am,\" Anna agreed.\n\nAfter they were done, Nami took their bowls and spoons and drinking bulbs back to the galley for them, an echo of the way she used to clean up after dinner back at home. When that had been home. Then she was off to study with Liliana and, for all Anna knew, Saladin as well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nono took her turn being alone in the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anna made her way toward the lift and deck two for the Humanist Society, her hands touching the walls at either side of the corridor as if to steady her. It is necessary to renounce a freedom that does not exist, she thought, and to recognize a dependence of which we are not conscious. And it was true, as far as it went.\n\nBut it was also a mistake to lose sight of all the individual lives and choices and flashes of pure dumb luck that brought humanity as far as they'd come." }, { "from": "human", "value": "History, she thought, was perhaps better considered as a great improvisation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A thinking-through of some immense, generations-long thought. Or daydream.\n\nThe problem, of course, with the idea of nature versus nurture was that it posed a choice between determinisms. That was something Nami seemed to grasp almost instinctively, but Anna had to remind herself of it. Maybe history was the same way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Theories of how things had to have happened the way they did only because, looking back, they'd happened that way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tomás Myers, a short, thick-set man in a formal white shirt, held the lift for her, and she trotted to it so as not to seem ungrateful. It lurched a little as it rose.\n\n\"Going to the Humanist meeting?\" he said.\n\n\"Once more into the breach.\" She smiled back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As they rose, she felt the first inklings of the week's sermon starting to fall into place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It revolved, she thought, around Tolstoy's idea of an invisible dependence and the choice they'd all made to come to the Abbey, and Nami saying, We're spending our whole lives together, so we need to be really gentle.\n\nBecause that was always true. The Abbey and Eudoxia were small enough it became impossible to ignore it, but even among the teeming billions of Earth, they were spending their lives together. They needed to be gentle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And understanding. And careful." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been true in the depths of history, and at the height of Earth's power, and it would still be true now that they were scattering to the more than a thousand new suns.\n\nMaybe, if they could find a way to be gentle, the stars would be better off with them." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Scopuli had been taken eight days ago, and Julie Mao was finally ready to be shot.\n\nIt had taken all eight days trapped in a storage locker for her to get to that point. For the first two she'd remained motionless, sure that the armored men who'd put her there had been serious. For the first hours, the ship she'd been taken aboard wasn't under thrust, so she floated in the locker, using gentle touches to keep herself from bumping into the walls or the atmosphere suit she shared the space with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the ship began to move, thrust giving her weight, she'd stood silently until her legs cramped, then sat down slowly into a fetal position." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd peed in her jumpsuit, not caring about the warm itchy wetness, or the smell, worrying only that she might slip and fall in the wet spot it left on the floor. She couldn't make noise. They'd shoot her.\n\nOn the third day, thirst had forced her into action. The noise of the ship was all around her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The faint subsonic rumble of the reactor and drive." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The constant hiss and thud of hydraulics and steel bolts as the pressure doors between decks opened and closed. The clump of heavy boots walking on metal decking. She waited until all the noise she could hear sounded distant, then pulled the environment suit off its hooks and onto the locker floor. Listening for any approaching sound, she slowly disassembled the suit and took out the water supply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was old and stale; the suit obviously hadn't been used or serviced in ages." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But she hadn't had a sip in two days, and the warm loamy water in the suit's reservoir bag was the best thing she had ever tasted. She had to work hard not to gulp it down and make herself vomit.\n\nWhen the urge to urinate returned, she pulled the catheter bag out of the suit and relieved herself into it. She sat on the floor, now cushioned by the padded suit and almost comfortable, and wondered who her captors were—Coalition Navy, pirates, something worse. Sometimes she slept." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On day four, isolation, hunger, boredom, and the diminishing number of places to store her piss finally pushed her to make contact with them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd heard muffled cries of pain. Somewhere nearby, her shipmates were being beaten or tortured. If she got the attention of the kidnappers, maybe they would just take her to the others. That was okay. Beatings, she could handle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It seemed like a small price to pay if it meant seeing people again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The locker sat beside the inner airlock door. During flight, that usually wasn't a high-traffic area, though she didn't know anything about the layout of this particular ship. She thought about what to say, how to present herself. When she finally heard someone moving toward her, she just tried to yell that she wanted out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dry rasp that came out of her throat surprised her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She swallowed, working her tongue to try to create some saliva, and tried again. Another faint rattle in the throat.\n\nThe people were right outside her locker door. A voice was talking quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Julie had pulled back a fist to bang on the door when she heard what it was saying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No. Please no. Please don't.\n\nDave. Her ship's mechanic. Dave, who collected clips from old cartoons and knew a million jokes, begging in a small broken voice.\n\nNo, please no, please don't, he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hydraulics and locking bolts clicked as the inner airlock door opened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A meaty thud as something was thrown inside. Another click as the airlock closed. A hiss of evacuating air.\n\nWhen the airlock cycle had finished, the people outside her door walked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't bang to get their attention." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd scrubbed the ship. Detainment by the inner planets navies was a bad scenario, but they'd all trained on how to deal with it. Sensitive OPA data was scrubbed and overwritten with innocuous-looking logs with false time stamps. Anything too sensitive to trust to a computer, the captain destroyed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the attackers came aboard, they could play innocent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It hadn't mattered.\n\nThere weren't the questions about cargo or permits. The invaders had come in like they owned the place, and Captain Darren had rolled over like a dog. Everyone else—Mike, Dave, Wan Li—they'd all just thrown up their hands and gone along quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pirates or slavers or whatever they were had dragged them off the little transport ship that had been her home, and down a docking tube without even minimal environment suits." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tube's thin layer of Mylar was the only thing between them and hard nothing: hope it didn't rip; goodbye lungs if it did.\n\nJulie had gone along too, but then the bastards had tried to lay their hands on her, strip her clothes off.\n\nFive years of low-gravity jui jitsu training and them in a confined space with no gravity. She'd done a lot of damage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd almost started to think she might win when from nowhere a gauntleted fist smashed into her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Things got fuzzy after that. Then the locker, and Shoot her if she makes a noise. Four days of not making noise while they beat her friends down below and then threw one of them out an airlock.\n\nAfter six days, everything went quiet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shifting between bouts of consciousness and fragmented dreams, she was only vaguely aware as the sounds of walking, talking, and pressure doors and the subsonic rumble of the reactor and the drive faded away a little at a time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the drive stopped, so did gravity, and Julie woke from a dream of racing her old pinnace to find herself floating while her muscles screamed in protest and then slowly relaxed.\n\nShe pulled herself to the door and pressed her ear to the cold metal. Panic shot through her until she caught the quiet sound of the air recyclers. The ship still had power and air, but the drive wasn't on and no one was opening a door or walking or talking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe it was a crew meeting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or a party on another deck. Or everyone was in engineering, fixing a serious problem.\n\nShe spent a day listening and waiting.\n\nBy day seven, her last sip of water was gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one on the ship had moved within range of her hearing for twenty-four hours." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She sucked on a plastic tab she'd ripped off the environment suit until she worked up some saliva; then she started yelling. She yelled herself hoarse.\n\nNo one came.\n\nBy day eight, she was ready to be shot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd been out of water for two days, and her waste bag had been full for four." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She put her shoulders against the back wall of the locker and planted her hands against the side walls. Then she kicked out with both legs as hard as she could. The cramps that followed the first kick almost made her pass out. She screamed instead.\n\nStupid girl, she told herself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was dehydrated. Eight days without activity was more than enough to start atrophy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At least she should have stretched out.\n\nShe massaged her stiff muscles until the knots were gone, then stretched, focusing her mind like she was back in dojo. When she was in control of her body, she kicked again. And again. And again, until light started to show through the edges of the locker." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And again, until the door was so bent that the three hinges and the locking bolt were the only points of contact between it and the frame." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And one last time, so that it bent far enough that the bolt was no longer seated in the hasp and the door swung free.\n\nJulie shot from the locker, hands half raised and ready to look either threatening or terrified, depending on which seemed more useful.\n\nThere was no one on the whole deck level: the airlock, the suit storage room where she'd spent the last eight days, a half dozen other storage rooms. All empty. She plucked a magnetized pipe wrench of suitable size for skull cracking out of an EVA kit, then went down the crew ladder to the deck below." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then the one below that, and then the one below that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Personnel cabins in crisp, almost military order. Commissary, where there were signs of a struggle. Medical bay, empty. Torpedo bay. No one. The comm station was unmanned, powered down, and locked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The few sensor logs that still streamed showed no sign of the Scopuli." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A new dread knotted her gut. Deck after deck and room after room empty of life. Something had happened. A radiation leak. Poison in the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something that had forced an evacuation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wondered if she'd be able to fly the ship by herself.\n\nBut if they'd evacuated, she'd have heard them going out the airlock, wouldn't she?\n\nShe reached the final deck hatch, the one that led into engineering, and stopped when the hatch didn't open automatically. A red light on the lock panel showed that the room had been sealed from the inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She thought again about radiation and major failures." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But if either of those was the case, why lock the door from the inside? And she had passed wall panel after wall panel. None of them had been flashing warnings of any kind. No, not radiation, something else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was more disruption here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blood. Tools and containers in disarray. Whatever had happened, it had happened here. No, it had started here. And it had eneded behind that locked door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took two hours with a torch and prying tools from the machine shop to cut through the hatch to engineering." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With the hydraulics compromised, she had to crank it open by hand. A gust of warm wet air blew out, carrying a hospital scent without the antiseptic. A coppery, nauseating smell. The torture chamber, then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her friends would be inside, beaten or cut to pieces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Julie hefted her wrench and prepared to bust open at least one head before they killed her. She floated down.\n\nThe engineering deck was huge, vaulted like a cathedral. The fusion reactor dominated the central space. Something was wrong with it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Where she expected to see readouts, shielding, and monitors, a layer of something like mud seemed to flow over the reactor core." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly, Julie floated toward it, one hand still on the ladder. The strange smell became overpowering.\n\nThe mud caked around the reactor had structure to it like nothing she'd seen before. Tubes ran through it like veins or airways." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Parts of it pulsed. Not mud, then." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Flesh.\n\nAn outcropping of the thing shifted toward her. Compared to the whole, it seemed no larger than a toe, a little finger. It was Captain Darren's head.\n\n\"Help me,\" it said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with 4 sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next 4 sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going 4 sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A hundred and fifty years before, when the parochial disagreements between Earth and Mars had been on the verge of war, the Belt had been a far horizon of tremendous mineral wealth beyond viable economic reach, and the outer planets had been beyond even the most unrealistic corporate dream. Then Solomon Epstein had built his little modified fusion drive, popped it on the back of his three-man yacht, and turned it on. With a good scope, you could still see his ship going at a marginal percentage of the speed of light, heading out into the big empty. The best, longest funeral in the history of mankind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fortunately, he'd left the plans on his home computer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Epstein Drive hadn't given humanity the stars, but it had delivered the planets.\n\nThree-quarters of a kilometer long, a quarter of a kilometer wide—roughly shaped like a fire hydrant—and mostly empty space inside, the Canterbury was a retooled colony transport. Once, it had been packed with people, supplies, schematics, machines, environment bubbles, and hope. Just under twenty million people lived on the moons of Saturn now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Canterbury had hauled nearly a million of their ancestors there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Forty-five million on the moons of Jupiter. One moon of Uranus sported five thousand, the farthest outpost of human civilization, at least until the Mormons finished their generation ship and headed for the stars and freedom from procreation restrictions.\n\nAnd then there was the Belt.\n\nIf you asked OPA recruiters when they were drunk and feeling expansive, they might say there were a hundred million in the Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ask an inner planet census taker, it was nearer to fifty million." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Any way you looked, the population was huge and needed a lot of water.\n\nSo now the Canterbury and her dozens of sister ships in the Pur'n'Kleen Water Company made the loop from Saturn's generous rings to the Belt and back hauling glaciers, and would until the ships aged into salvage wrecks.\n\nJim Holden saw some poetry in that.\n\n\"Holden?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He turned back to the hangar deck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chief Engineer Naomi Nagata towered over him. She stood almost two full meters tall, her mop of curly hair tied back into a black tail, her expression halfway between amusement and annoyance. She had the Belter habit of shrugging with her hands instead of her shoulders.\n\n\"Holden, are you listening, or just staring out the window?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There was a problem,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And because you're really, really good, you can fix it even though you don't have enough money or supplies.\"\n\nNaomi laughed.\n\n\"So you weren't listening,\" she said.\n\n\"Not really, no.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, you got the basics right anyhow. Knight's landing gear isn't going to be good in atmosphere until I can get the seals replaced. That going to be a problem?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll ask the old man,\" Holden said. \"But when's the last time we used the shuttle in atmosphere?\"\n\n\"Never, but regs say we need at least one atmo-capable shuttle.\"\n\n\"Hey, Boss!\" Amos Burton, Naomi's earthborn assistant, yelled from across the bay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He waved one meaty arm in their general direction. He meant Naomi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos might be on Captain McDowell's ship; Holden might be executive officer; but in Amos Burton's world, only Naomi was boss.\n\n\"What's the matter?\" Naomi shouted back.\n\n\"Bad cable. Can you hold this little fucker in place while I get the spare?\"\n\nNaomi looked at Holden, Are we done here?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "in her eyes. He snapped a sarcastic salute and she snorted, shaking her head as she walked away, her frame long and thin in her greasy coveralls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seven years in Earth's navy, five years working in space with civilians, and he'd never gotten used to the long, thin, improbable bones of Belters. A childhood spent in gravity shaped the way he saw things forever.\n\nAt the central lift, Holden held his finger briefly over the button for the navigation deck, tempted by the prospect of Ade Tukunbo—her smile, her voice, the patchouli-and-vanilla scent she used in her hair—but pressed the button for the infirmary instead. Duty before pleasure.\n\nShed Garvey, the medical tech, was hunched over his lab table, debriding the stump of Cameron Paj's left arm, when Holden walked in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A month earlier, Paj had gotten his elbow pinned by a thirty-ton block of ice moving at five millimeters a second." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't an uncommon injury among people with the dangerous job of cutting and moving zero-g icebergs, and Paj was taking the whole thing with the fatalism of a professional. Holden leaned over Shed's shoulder to watch as the tech plucked one of the medical maggots out of dead tissue.\n\n\"What's the word?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"It's looking pretty good, sir,\" Paj said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've still got a few nerves. Shed's been tellin' me about how the prosthetic is gonna hook up to it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Assuming we can keep the necrosis under control,\" the medic said, \"and make sure Paj doesn't heal up too much before we get to Ceres. I checked the policy, and Paj here's been signed on long enough to get one with force feedback, pressure and temperature sensors, fine-motor software. The whole package. It'll be almost as good as the real thing. The inner planets have a new biogel that regrows the limb, but that isn't covered in our medical plan.\"\n\n\"Fuck the Inners, and fuck their magic Jell-O. I'd rather have a good Belter-built fake than anything those bastards grow in a lab. Just wearing their fancy arm probably turns you into an asshole,\" Paj said. Then he added, \"Oh, uh, no offense, XO.\"\n\n\"None taken. Just glad we're going to get you fixed up,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell him the other bit,\" Paj said with a wicked grin. Shed blushed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've, ah, heard from other guys who've gotten them,\" Shed said, not meeting Holden's eyes. \"Apparently there's a period while you're still building identification with the prosthetic when whacking off feels just like getting a hand job.\"\n\nHolden let the comment hang in the air for a second while Shed's ears turned crimson.\n\n\"Good to know,\" Holden said. \"And the necrosis?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's some infection,\" Shed said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The maggots are keeping it under control, and the inflammation's actually a good thing in this context, so we're not fighting too hard unless it starts to spread.\"\n\n\"Is he going to be ready for the next run?\" Holden asked.\n\nFor the first time, Paj frowned.\n\n\"Shit yes, I'll be ready. I'm always ready. This is what I do, sir.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Probably,\" Shed said. \"Depending on how the bond takes. If not this one, the one after.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fuck that,\" Paj said. \"I can buck ice one-handed better than half the skags you've got on this bitch.\"\n\n\"Again,\" Holden said, suppressing a grin, \"good to know. Carry on.\"\n\nPaj snorted. Shed plucked another maggot free." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden went back to the lift, and this time he didn't hesitate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The navigation station of the Canterbury didn't dress to impress. The great wall-sized displays Holden had imagined when he'd first volunteered for the navy did exist on capital ships but, even there, more as an artifact of design than need. Ade sat at a pair of screens only slightly larger than a hand terminal, graphs of the efficiency and output of the Canterbury's reactor and engine updating in the corners, raw logs spooling on the right as the systems reported in. She wore thick headphones that covered her ears, the faint thump of the bass line barely escaping." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If the Canterbury sensed an anomaly, it would alert her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If a system errored, it would alert her. If Captain McDowell left the command and control deck, it would alert her so she could turn the music off and look busy when he arrived. Her petty hedonism was only one of a thousand things that made Ade attractive to Holden. He walked up behind her, pulled the headphones gently away from her ears, and said, \"Hey.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ade smiled, tapped her screen, and dropped the headphones to rest around her long slim neck like technical jewelry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Executive Officer James Holden,\" she said with an exaggerated formality made even more acute by her thick Nigerian accent. \"And what can I do for you?\"\n\n\"You know, it's funny you should ask that,\" he said. \"I was just thinking how pleasant it would be to have someone come back to my cabin when third shift takes over. Have a little romantic dinner of the same crap they're serving in the galley. Listen to some music.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Drink a little wine,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Break a little protocol. Pretty to think about, but I'm not up for sex tonight.\"\n\n\"I wasn't talking about sex. A little food. Conversation.\"\n\n\"I was talking about sex,\" she said.\n\nHolden knelt beside her chair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the one-third g of their current thrust, it was perfectly comfortable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ade's smile softened. The log spool chimed; she glanced at it, tapped a release, and turned back to him.\n\n\"Ade, I like you. I mean, I really enjoy your company,\" he said. \"I don't understand why we can't spend some time together with our clothes on.\"\n\n\"Holden. Sweetie. Stop it, okay?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stop what?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Stop trying to turn me into your girlfriend. You're a nice guy. You've got a cute butt, and you're fun in the sack. Doesn't mean we're engaged.\"\n\nHolden rocked back on his heels, feeling himself frown.\n\n\"Ade. For this to work for me, it needs to be more than that.\"\n\n\"But it isn't,\" she said, taking his hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's okay that it isn't. You're the XO here, and I'm a short-timer. Another run, maybe two, and I'm gone.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not chained to this ship either.\"\n\nHer laughter was equal parts warmth and disbelief.\n\n\"How long have you been on the Cant?\"\n\n\"Five years.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're not going anyplace,\" she said. \"You're comfortable here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Comfortable?\" he said. \"The Cant's a century-old ice hauler. You can find a shittier flying job, but you have to try really hard. Everyone here is either wildly under-qualified or seriously screwed things up at their last gig.\"\n\n\"And you're comfortable here.\" Her eyes were less kind now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She bit her lip, looked down at the screen, looked up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't deserve that,\" he said.\n\n\"You didn't,\" she agreed. \"Look, I told you I wasn't in the mood tonight. I'm feeling cranky. I need a good night's sleep. I'll be nicer tomorrow.\"\n\n\"Promise?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll even make you dinner. Apology accepted?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He slipped forward, pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back, politely at first and then with more warmth. Her fingers cupped his neck for a moment, then pulled him away.\n\n\"You're entirely too good at that. You should go now,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"On duty and all.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay,\" he said, and didn't turn to go.\n\n\"Jim,\" she said, and the shipwide comm system clicked on.\n\n\"Holden to the bridge,\" Captain McDowell said, his voice compressed and echoing. Holden replied with something obscene." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ade laughed. He swooped in, kissed her cheek, and headed back for the central lift, quietly hoping that Captain McDowell suffered boils and public humiliation for his lousy timing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bridge was hardly larger than Holden's quarters and smaller by half than the galley. Except for the slightly oversized captain's display, required by Captain McDowell's failing eyesight and general distrust of corrective surgery, it could have been an accounting firm's back room. The air smelled of cleaning astringent and someone's overly strong yerba maté tea. McDowell shifted in his seat as Holden approached." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then the captain leaned back, pointing over his shoulder at the communications station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Becca!\" McDowell snapped. \"Tell him.\"\n\nRebecca Byers, the comm officer on duty, could have been bred from a shark and a hatchet. Black eyes, sharp features, lips so thin they might as well not have existed. The story on board was that she'd taken the job to escape prosecution for killing an ex-husband. Holden liked her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Emergency signal,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Picked it up two hours ago. The transponder verification just bounced back from Callisto. It's real.\"\n\n\"Ah,\" Holden said. And then: \"Shit. Are we the closest?\"\n\n\"Only ship in a few million klicks.\"\n\n\"Well. That figures,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Becca turned her gaze to the captain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "McDowell cracked his knuckles and stared at his display. The light from the screen gave him an odd greenish cast.\n\n\"It's next to a charted non-Belt asteroid,\" McDowell said.\n\n\"Really?\" Holden said in disbelief." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did they run into it? There's nothing else out here for millions of kilometers.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe they pulled over because someone had to go potty. All we have is that some knucklehead is out there, blasting an emergency signal, and we're the closest. Assuming...\"\n\nThe law of the solar system was unequivocal. In an environment as hostile to life as space, the aid and goodwill of your fellow humans wasn't optional. The emergency signal, just by existing, obligated the nearest ship to stop and render aid—which didn't mean the law was universally followed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Canterbury was fully loaded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Well over a million tons of ice had been gently accelerated for the past month. Just like the little glacier that had crushed Paj's arm, it was going to be hard to slow down. The temptation to have an unexplained comm failure, erase the logs, and let the great god Darwin have his way was always there.\n\nBut if McDowell had really intended that, he wouldn't have called Holden up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or made the suggestion where the crew could hear him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden understood the dance. The captain was going to be the one who would have blown it off except for Holden. The grunts would respect the captain for not wanting to cut into the ship's profit. They'd respect Holden for insisting that they follow the rule." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No matter what happened, the captain and Holden would both be hated for what they were required by law and mere human decency to do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have to stop,\" Holden said. Then, gamely: \"There may be salvage.\"\n\nMcDowell tapped his screen. Ade's voice came from the console, as low and warm as if she'd been in the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Captain?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I need numbers on stopping this crate,\" he said.\n\n\"Sir?\"\n\n\"How hard is it going to be to put us alongside CA-2216862?\"\n\n\"We're stopping at an asteroid?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll tell you when you've followed my order, Navigator Tukunbo.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" she said. Holden heard a series of clicks. \"If we flip the ship right now and burn like hell for most of two days, I can get us within fifty thousand kilometers, sir.\"\n\n\"Can you define 'burn like hell'?\" McDowell said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll need everyone in crash couches.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course we will,\" McDowell sighed, and scratched his scruffy beard. \"And shifting ice is only going to do a couple million bucks' worth of banging up the hull, if we're lucky. I'm getting old for this, Holden. I really am.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. You are. And I've always liked your chair,\" Holden said. McDowell scowled and made an obscene gesture." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rebecca snorted in laughter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "McDowell turned to her.\n\n\"Send a message to the beacon that we're on our way. And let Ceres know we're going to be late. Holden, where does the Knight stand?\"\n\n\"No flying in atmosphere until we get some parts, but she'll do fine for fifty thousand klicks in vacuum.\"\n\n\"You're sure of that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Naomi said it. That makes it true.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "McDowell rose, unfolding to almost two and a quarter meters and thinner than a teenager back on Earth. Between his age and never having lived in a gravity well, the coming burn was likely to be hell on the old man. Holden felt a pang of sympathy that he would never embarrass McDowell by expressing.\n\n\"Here's the thing, Jim,\" McDowell said, his voice quiet enough that only Holden could hear him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're required to stop and make an attempt, but we don't have to go out of our way, if you see what I mean.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll already have stopped,\" Holden said, and McDowell patted at the air with his wide, spidery hands. One of the many Belter gestures that had evolved to be visible when wearing an environment suit.\n\n\"I can't avoid that,\" he said. \"But if you see anything out there that seems off, don't play hero again. Just pack up the toys and come home.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And leave it for the next ship that comes through?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And keep yourself safe,\" McDowell said. \"Order. Understood?\"\n\n\"Understood,\" Holden said.\n\nAs the shipwide comm system clicked to life and McDowell began explaining the situation to the crew, Holden imagined he could hear a chorus of groans coming up through the decks. He went over to Rebecca." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" he said, \"what have we got on the broken ship?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Light freighter. Martian registry. Shows Eros as home port. Calls itself Scopuli...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next 4 sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Detective Miller sat back on the foam-core chair, smiling gentle encouragement while he scrambled to make sense of the girl's story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And then it was all pow! Room full up with bladeboys howling and humping shank,\" the girl said, waving a hand. \"Look like a dance number, 'cept that Bomie's got this look he didn't know nothing never and ever amen. You know, que?\"\n\nHavelock, standing by the door, blinked twice. The squat man's face twitched with impatience." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was why Havelock was never going to make senior detective." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And why he sucked at poker.\n\nMiller was very good at poker.\n\n\"I totally,\" Miller said. His voice had taken on the twang of an inner level resident." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He waved his hand in the same lazy arc the girl used." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bomie, he didn't see. Forgotten arm.\"\n\n\"Forgotten fucking arm, yeah,\" the girl said as if Miller had spoken a line of gospel. Miller nodded, and the girl nodded back like they were two birds doing a mating dance.\n\nThe rent hole was three cream-and-black-fleck-painted rooms—bathroom, kitchen, living room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The struts of a pull-down sleeping loft in the living room had been broken and repaired so many times they didn't retract anymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This near the center of Ceres' spin, that wasn't from gravity so much as mass in motion. The air smelled beery with old protein yeast and mushrooms. Local food, so whoever had bounced the girl hard enough to break her bed hadn't paid enough for dinner. Or maybe they did, and the girl had chosen to spend it on heroin or malta or MCK." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her business, either way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Follow que?\" Miller asked.\n\n\"Bomie vacuate like losing air,\" the girl said with a chuckle. \"Bang-head hops, kennis tu?\"\n\n\"Ken,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now, all new bladeboys. Overhead. I'm out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And Bomie?\"\n\nThe girl's eyes made a slow track up Miller, shoes to knees to porkpie hat. Miller chuckled. He gave the chair a light push, sloping up to his feet in the low gravity.\n\n\"He shows, and I asked, que si?\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Como no?\" the girl said. Why not?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tunnel outside was white where it wasn't grimy. Ten meters wide, and gently sloping up in both directions. The white LED lights didn't pretend to mimic sunlight. About half a kilometer down, someone had rammed into the wall so hard the native rock showed through, and it still hadn't been repaired." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe it wouldn't be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was the deep dig, way up near the center of spin. Tourists never came here.\n\nHavelock led the way to their cart, bouncing too high with every step. He didn't come up to the low gravity levels very often, and it made him awkward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller had lived on Ceres his whole life, and truth to tell, the Coriolis effect up this high could make him a little unsteady sometimes too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So,\" Havelock said as he punched in their destination code, \"did you have fun?\"\n\n\"Don't know what you mean,\" Miller said.\n\nThe electrical motors hummed to life, and the cart lurched forward into the tunnel, squishy foam tires faintly squeaking.\n\n\"Having your outworld conversation in front of the Earth guy?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock said. \"I couldn't follow even half of that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That wasn't Belters keeping the Earth guy out,\" Miller said. \"That was poor folks keeping the educated guy out. And it was kind of fun, now you mention it.\"\n\nHavelock laughed. He could take being teased and keep on moving. It was what made him good at team sports: soccer, basketball, politics." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller wasn't much good at those." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ceres, the port city of the Belt and the outer planets, boasted two hundred fifty kilometers in diameter, tens of thousands of kilometers of tunnels in layer on layer on layer. Spinning it up to 0.3 g had taken the best minds at Tycho Manufacturing half a generation, and they were still pretty smug about it. Now Ceres had more than six million permanent residents, and as many as a thousand ships docking in any given day meant upping the population to as high as seven million.\n\nPlatinum, iron, and titanium from the Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Water from Saturn, vegetables and beef from the big mirror-fed greenhouses on Ganymede and Europa, organics from Earth and Mars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Power cells from Io, Helium-3 from the refineries on Rhea and Iapetus. A river of wealth and power unrivaled in human history came through Ceres. Where there was commerce on that level, there was also crime. Where there was crime, there were security forces to keep it in check." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Men like Miller and Havelock, whose business it was to track the electric carts up the wide ramps, feel the false gravity of spin fall away beneath them, and ask low-rent glitz whores about what happened the night Bomie Chatterjee stopped collecting protection money for the Golden Bough Society." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The primary station house for Star Helix Security, police force and military garrison for the Ceres Station, was on the third level from the asteroid's skin, two kilometers square and dug into the rock so high Miller could walk from his desk up five levels without ever leaving the offices. Havelock turned in the cart while Miller went to his cubicle, downloaded the recording of their interview with the girl, and reran it. He was halfway through when his partner lumbered up behind him.\n\n\"Learn anything?\" Havelock asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not much,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bomie got jumped by a bunch of unaffiliated local thugs. Sometimes a low-level guy like Bomie will hire people to pretend to attack him so he can heroically fight them off. Ups his reputation. That's what she meant when she called it a dance number. The guys that went after him were that caliber, only instead of turning into a ninja badass, Bomie ran away and hasn't come back.\"\n\n\"And now?\"\n\n\"And now nothing,\" Miller said. \"That's what I don't get. Someone took out a Golden Bough purse boy, and there's no payback. I mean, okay, Bomie's a bottom-feeder, but...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But once they start eating the little guys, there's less money coming up to the big guys,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So why hasn't the Golden Bough meted out some gangster justice?\"\n\n\"I don't like this,\" Miller said.\n\nHavelock laughed. \"Belters,\" he said. \"One thing goes weird and you think the whole ecosystem's crashing. If the Golden Bough's too weak to keep its claims, that's a good thing. They're the bad guys, remember?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, well,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Say what you will about organized crime, at least it's organized.\"\n\nHavelock sat on the small plastic chair beside Miller's desk and craned to watch the playback.\n\n\"Okay,\" Havelock said. \"What the hell is the 'forgotten arm'?\"\n\n\"Boxing term,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's the hit you didn't see coming.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The computer chimed and Captain Shaddid's voice came from the speakers.\n\n\"Miller? Are you there?\"\n\n\"Mmm,\" Havelock said. \"Bad omen.\"\n\n\"What?\" the captain asked, her voice sharp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had never quite overcome her prejudice against Havelock's inner planet origins." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller held up a hand to silence his partner.\n\n\"Here, Captain. What can I do for you?\"\n\n\"Meet me in my office, please.\"\n\n\"On my way,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller stood, and Havelock slid into his chair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They didn't speak. Both of them knew that Captain Shaddid would have called them in together if she'd wanted Havelock to be there. Another reason the man would never make senior detective. Miller left him alone with the playback, trying to parse the fine points of class and station, origin and race. Lifetime's work, that.\n\nCaptain Shaddid's office was decorated in a soft, feminine style." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Real cloth tapestries hung from the walls, and the scent of coffee and cinnamon came from an insert in her air filter that cost about a tenth of what the real foodstuffs would have." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wore her uniform casually, her hair down around her shoulders in violation of corporate regulations. If Miller had ever been called upon to describe her, the phrase deceptive coloration would have figured in. She nodded to a chair, and he sat.\n\n\"What have you found?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she asked, but her gaze was on the wall behind him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This wasn't a pop quiz; she was just making conversation.\n\n\"Golden Bough's looking the same as Sohiro's crew and the Loca Greiga. Still on station, but... distracted, I guess I'd call it. They're letting little things slide. Fewer thugs on the ground, less enforcement. I've got half a dozen mid-level guys who've gone dark.\"\n\nHe'd caught her attention.\n\n\"Killed?\" she asked. \"An OPA advance?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "An advance by the Outer Planets Alliance was the constant bogeyman of Ceres security." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Living in the tradition of Al Capone and Hamas, the IRA and the Red Martials, the OPA was beloved by the people it helped and feared by the ones who got in its way. Part social movement, part wannabe nation, and part terrorist network, it totally lacked an institutional conscience. Captain Shaddid might not like Havelock because he was from down a gravity well, but she'd work with him. The OPA would have put him in an airlock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "People like Miller would only rate getting a bullet in the skull, and a nice plastic one at that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing that might get shrapnel in the ductwork.\n\n\"I don't think so,\" he said. \"It doesn't smell like a war. It's... Honestly, sir, I don't know what the hell it is. The numbers are great. Protection's down, unlicensed gambling's down. Cooper and Hariri shut down the underage whorehouse up on six, and as far as anyone can tell, it hasn't started up again. There's a little more action by independents, but that aside, it's all looking great. It just smells funny.\"\n\nShe nodded, but her gaze was back on the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd lost her interest as quickly as he'd gotten it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, put it aside,\" she said. \"I have something. New contract. Just you. Not Havelock.\"\n\nMiller crossed his arms.\n\n\"New contract,\" he said slowly. \"Meaning?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Meaning Star Helix Security has accepted a contract for services separate from the Ceres security assignment, and in my role as site manager for the corporation, I'm assigning you to it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm fired?\" he said.\n\nCaptain Shaddid looked pained.\n\n\"It's additional duty,\" she said. \"You'll still have the Ceres assignments you have now. It's just that, in addition... Look, Miller, I think this is as shitty as you do. I'm not pulling you off station. I'm not taking you off the main contract. This is a favor someone down on Earth is doing for a shareholder.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're doing favors for shareholders now?\" Miller asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are, yes,\" Captain Shaddid said. The softness was gone; the conciliatory tone was gone. Her eyes were dark as wet stone.\n\n\"Right, then,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I guess I am.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Captain Shaddid held up her hand terminal. Miller fumbled at his side, pulled out his own, and accepted the narrow-beam transfer. Whatever this was, Shaddid was keeping it off the common network. A new file tree, labeled JMAO, appeared on his readout." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a little-lost-daughter case,\" Captain Shaddid said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ariadne and Jules-Pierre Mao.\"\n\nThe names rang a bell. Miller pressed his fingertips onto the screen of his hand terminal.\n\n\"Mao-Kwikowski Mercantile?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller whistled low.\n\nMaokwik might not have been one of the top ten corporations in the Belt, but it was certainly in the upper fifty. Originally, it had been a legal firm involved in the epic failure of the Venusian cloud cities. They'd used the money from that decades-long lawsuit to diversify and expand, mostly into interplanetary transport." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now the corporate station was independent, floating between the Belt and the inner planets with the regal majesty of an ocean liner on ancient seas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The simple fact that Miller knew that much about them meant they had enough money to buy and sell men like him on open exchange.\n\nHe'd just been bought.\n\n\"They're Luna-based,\" Captain Shaddid said. \"All the rights and privileges of Earth citizenship. But they do a lot of shipping business out here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And they misplaced a daughter?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Black sheep,\" the captain said. \"Went off to college, got involved with a group called the Far Horizons Foundation. Student activists.\"\n\n\"OPA front,\" Miller said.\n\n\"Associated,\" Shaddid corrected him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller let it pass, but a flicker of curiosity troubled him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wondered which side Captain Shaddid would be on if the OPA attacked. \"The family put it down to a phase. They've got two older children with controlling interest, so if Julie wanted to bounce around vacuum calling herself a freedom fighter, there was no real harm.\"\n\n\"But now they want her found,\" Miller said.\n\n\"They do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What changed?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They didn't see fit to share that information.\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\n\"Last records show she was employed on Tycho Station but maintained an apartment here. I've found her partition on the network and locked it down. The password is in your files.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Miller said. \"What's my contract?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Find Julie Mao, detain her, and ship her home.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A kidnap job, then,\" he said.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nMiller stared down at his hand terminal, flicking the files open without particularly looking at them. A strange knot had tied itself in his guts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd been working Ceres security for sixteen years, and he hadn't started with many illusions in place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The joke was that Ceres didn't have laws—it had police. His hands weren't any cleaner than Captain Shaddid's. Sometimes people fell out airlocks. Sometimes evidence vanished from the lockers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't so much that it was right or wrong as that it was justified." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You spent your life in a stone bubble with your food, your water, your air shipped in from places so distant you could barely find them with a telescope, and a certain moral flexibility was necessary. But he'd never had to take a kidnap job before.\n\n\"Problem, Detective?\" Captain Shaddid asked.\n\n\"No, sir,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll take care of it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't spend too much time on it,\" she said.\n\n\"Yes, sir. Anything else?\"\n\nCaptain Shaddid's hard eyes softened, like she was putting on a mask. She smiled.\n\n\"Everything going well with your partner?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Havelock's all right,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Having him around makes people like me better by contrast. That's nice.\"\n\nHer smile's only change was to become half a degree more genuine. Nothing like a little shared racism to build ties with the boss. Miller nodded respectfully and headed out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hole was on the eighth level, off a residential tunnel a hundred meters wide with fifty meters of carefully cultivated green park running down the center." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The main corridor's vaulted ceiling was lit by recessed lights and painted a blue that Havelock assured him matched the Earth's summer sky. Living on the surface of a planet, mass sucking at every bone and muscle, and nothing but gravity to keep your air close, seemed like a fast path to crazy. The blue was nice, though.\n\nSome people followed Captain Shaddid's lead by perfuming their air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not always with coffee and cinnamon scents, of course." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock's hole smelled of baking bread. Others opted for floral scents or semipheromones. Candace, Miller's ex-wife, had preferred something called EarthLily, which had always made him think of the waste recycling levels. These days, he left it at the vaguely astringent smell of the station itself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Recycled air that had passed through a million lungs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Water from the tap so clean it could be used for lab work, but it had been piss and shit and tears and blood and would be again. The circle of life on Ceres was so small you could see the curve. He liked it that way.\n\nHe poured a glass of moss whiskey, a native Ceres liquor made from engineered yeast, then took off his shoes and settled onto the foam bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could still see Candace's disapproving scowl and hear her sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He shrugged apology to her memory and turned back to work.\n\nJuliette Andromeda Mao. He read through her work history, her academic records. Talented pinnace pilot. There was a picture of her at eighteen in a tailored vac suit with the helmet off: pretty girl with a thin, lunar citizen's frame and long black hair. She was grinning like the universe had given her a kiss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The linked text said she'd won first place in something called the Parrish/Dorn 500K. He searched briefly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some kind of race only really rich people could afford to fly in. Her pinnace—the Razorback—had beaten the previous record and held it for two years.\n\nMiller sipped his whiskey and wondered what had happened to the girl with enough wealth and power to own a private ship that would bring her here. It was a long way from competing in expensive space races to being hog-tied and sent home in a pod." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or maybe it wasn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Poor little rich girl,\" Miller said to the screen. \"Sucks to be you, I guess.\"\n\nHe closed the files and drank quietly and seriously, staring at the blank ceiling above him. The chair where Candace used to sit and ask him about his day stood empty, but he could see her there anyway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now that she wasn't here to make him talk, it was easier to respect the impulse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She'd been lonely. He could see that now. In his imagination, she rolled her eyes.\n\nAn hour later, his blood warm with drink, he heated up a bowl of real rice and fake beans—yeast and fungus could mimic anything if you had enough whiskey first—opened the door of his hole, and ate dinner looking out at the traffic gently curving by. The second shift streamed into the tube stations and then out of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The kids who lived two holes down—a girl of eight and her brother of four—met their father with hugs, squeals, mutual accusations, and tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The blue ceiling glowed in its reflected light, unchanging, static, reassuring. A sparrow fluttered down the tunnel, hovering in a way that Havelock assured him they couldn't on Earth. Miller threw it a fake bean.\n\nHe tried to think about the Mao girl, but in truth he didn't much care." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Something was happening to the organized crime families of Ceres, and it made him jumpy as hell." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This thing with Julie Mao? It was a sideshow." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like James S. A. Corey and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After nearly two full days in high gravity, Holden's knees and back and neck ached. And his head. Hell, his feet. He walked in the crew hatch of the Knight just as Naomi was climbing up the ladder from its cargo bay. She smiled and gave him a thumbs-up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The salvage mech is locked down,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Reactor is warming up. We're ready to fly.\"\n\n\"Good.\"\n\n\"We got a pilot yet?\" she asked.\n\n\"Alex Kamal is on the ready rotation today, so he's our man. I kind of wish Valka had been up. He's not the pilot Alex is, but he's quieter, and my head hurts.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I like Alex. He's ebullient,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know what ebullient means, but if it means Alex, it makes me tired.\"\n\nHolden started up the ladder to ops and the cockpit. In the shiny black surface of a deactivated wall panel, Naomi's reflection smirked at his back. He couldn't understand how Belters, thin as pencils, bounced back from high g so quickly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Decades of practice and selective breeding, he assumed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In ops, Holden strapped into the command console, the crash couch material silently conforming to his body. At the half g Ade put them on for the final approach, the foam felt good. He let a small groan slip out. The switches, plastic and metal made to withstand hard g and hundreds of years, clicked sharply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Knight responded with an array of glowing diagnostic indicators and a near-subliminal hum." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few minutes later, Holden glanced over to see Alex Kamal's thinning black hair appear, followed by his round cheerful face, a deep brown that years of shipboard life couldn't pale. Martian-raised, Alex had a frame that was thicker than a Belter's. He was slender compared to Holden, and even so, his flight suit stretched tight against his spreading waistline. Alex had flown in the Martian navy, but he'd clearly given up on the military-style fitness routine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Howdy, XO,\" he drawled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old west affectation common to everyone from the Mariner Valley annoyed Holden. There hadn't been a cowboy on Earth in a hundred years, and Mars didn't have a blade of grass that wasn't under a dome, or a horse that wasn't in a zoo. Mariner Valley had been settled by East Indians, Chinese, and a small contingent of Texans. Apparently, the drawl was viral." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They all had it now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How's the old warhorse today?\"\n\n\"Smooth so far. We need a flight plan. Ade will be bringing us to relative stop in\"—he checked the time readout—\"forty, so work fast. I want to get out, get it done, and get the Cant back on course to Ceres before she starts rusting.\"\n\n\"Roger that,\" Alex said, climbing up to the Knight's cockpit.\n\nHolden's headset clicked; then Naomi's voice said, \"Amos and Shed are aboard. We're all ready down here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thanks. Just waiting on flight numbers from Alex and we'll be ready to go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crew was the minimum necessary: Holden as command, Alex to get them there and back, Shed in case there were survivors to treat, Naomi and Amos for salvage if there weren't.\n\nIt wasn't long before Alex called down, \"Okay, Boss. It'll be about a four-hour trip flyin' teakettle. Total mass use at about thirty percent, but we've got a full tank. Total mission time: eleven hours.\"\n\n\"Copy that. Thanks, Alex,\" Holden said.\n\nFlying teakettle was naval slang for flying on the maneuvering thrusters that used superheated steam for reaction mass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Knight's fusion torch would be dangerous to use this close to the Canterbury and wasteful on such a short trip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Torches were pre-Epstein fusion drives and far less efficient.\n\n\"Calling for permission to leave the barn,\" Holden said, and clicked from internal comm to the link with the Canterbury's bridge. \"Holden here. Knight is ready to fly.\"\n\n\"Okay, Jim, go ahead,\" McDowell said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ade's bringing her to a stop now. You kids be careful out there. That shuttle is expensive and I've always sort of had a thing for Naomi.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Roger that, Captain,\" Holden said. Back on the internal comm, he buzzed Alex. \"Go ahead and take us out.\"\n\nHolden leaned back in his chair and listened to the creaks of the Canterbury's final maneuvers, the steel and ceramics as loud and ominous as the wood planks of a sailing ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or an Earther's joints after high g. For a moment, Holden felt sympathy for the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They weren't really stopping, of course. Nothing in space ever actually stopped; it only came into a matching orbit with some other object. They were now following CA-2216862 on its merry millennium-long trip around the sun.\n\nAde sent them the green light, and Holden emptied out the hangar bay air and popped the doors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex took them out of the dock on white cones of superheated steam." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They went to find the Scopuli.\n\nCA-2216862 was a rock a half kilometer across that had wandered away from the Belt and been yanked around by Jupiter's enormous gravity. It had eventually found its own slow orbit around the sun in the vast expanse between Jupiter and the Belt, territory empty even for space.\n\nThe sight of the Scopuli resting gently against the asteroid's side, held in place by the rock's tiny gravity, gave Holden a chill." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even if it was flying blind, every instrument dead, its odds of hitting such an object by chance were infinitesimally low." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a half-kilometer-wide roadblock on a highway millions of kilometers in diameter. It hadn't arrived there by accident. He scratched the hairs standing up on the back of his neck.\n\n\"Alex, hold us at two klicks out,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Naomi, what can you tell me about that ship?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hull configuration matches the registry information. It's definitely the Scopuli. She's not radiating in the electromagnetic or infrared. Just that little distress beacon. Looks like the reactor's shut down. Must have been manual and not damage, because we aren't getting any radiation leakage either,\" Naomi said.\n\nHolden looked at the pictures they were getting from the Knight's scopes, as well as the image the Knight created by bouncing a laser off the Scopuli's hull. \"What about that thing that looks like a hole in the side?\"\n\n\"Uh,\" Naomi said. \"Ladar says it's a hole in the side.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden frowned. \"Okay, let's stay here for a minute and recheck the neighborhood. Anything on the scope, Naomi?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nope. And the big array on the Cant can spot a kid throwing rocks on Luna. Becca says there's nobody within twenty million klicks right now,\" Naomi said.\n\nHolden tapped out a complicated rhythm on the arm of his chair and drifted up in the straps. He felt hot, and reached over to aim the closest air-circulation nozzle at his face. His scalp tingled with evaporating sweat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you see anything out there that seems off, don't play hero again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just pack up the toys and come home. Those were his orders. He looked at the image of the Scopuli, the hole in its side.\n\n\"Okay,\" he said. \"Alex, take us in to a quarter klick, and hold station there. We'll ride to the surface on the mech. Oh, and keep the torch warmed up and ready. If something nasty is hiding in that ship, I want to be able to run away as fast as I can and melt anything behind us into slag while I do it. Roger?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Got it, Boss. Knight's in run-like-a-bunny mode till you say otherwise,\" Alex replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden looked over the command console one more time, searching for the flashing red warning light that would give him permission to go back to the Cant. Everything remained a soft green. He popped open his buckles and shoved himself out of the chair. A push on the wall with one foot sent him over to the ladder, and he descended headfirst with gentle touches on the rungs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the crew area, Naomi, Amos, and Shed were still strapped into their crash couches." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden caught the ladder and swung around so that his crew didn't look upside down. They started undoing their restraints.\n\n\"Okay, here's the situation. The Scopuli got holed, and someone left it floating next to this rock. No one is on the scopes, so maybe that means it happened a while ago and they left. Naomi, you'll be driving the salvage mech, and the three of us will tether on and catch a ride down to the wreck. Shed, you stay with the mech unless we find an injured person, which seems unlikely. Amos and I will go into the ship through that hole and poke around. If we find anything even remotely booby trap–like, we will come back to the mech, Naomi will fly us back to the Knight, and we will run away. Any questions?\"\n\nAmos raised one beefy hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe we oughta be armed, XO. Case there's piratey types still lurking aboard.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden laughed. \"Well, if there are, then their ride left without them. But if it makes you feel more comfortable, go ahead and bring a gun.\"\n\nIf the big, burly Earther mechanic was carrying a gun, it would make him feel better too, but better not to say it. Let them think the guy in charge felt confident.\n\nHolden used his officer's key to open the weapon locker, and Amos took a high-caliber automatic that fired self-propelled rounds, recoilless and designed for use in zero g. Old-fashioned slug throwers were more reliable, but in null gravity they were also maneuvering thrusters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A traditional handgun would impart enough thrust to achieve escape velocity from a rock the size of CA-2216862." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crew drifted down to the cargo bay, where the egg-shaped, spider-legged open cage of Naomi's mech waited. Each of the four legs had a manipulator claw at the end and a variety of cutting and welding tools built into it. The back pair could grip on to a ship's hull or other structure for leverage, and the front two could be used to make repairs or chop salvage into portable pieces.\n\n\"Hats on,\" Holden said, and the crew helped each other put on and secure their helmets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone checked their own suit and then someone else's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the cargo doors opened, it would be too late to make sure they were buttoned up right.\n\nWhile Naomi climbed into her mech, Amos, Holden, and Shed secured their suit tethers to the cockpit's metal cage. Naomi checked the mech and then hit the switch to cycle the cargo bay's atmosphere and open the doors. Sound inside Holden's suit faded to just the hiss of air and the faint static of the radio." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The air had a slight medicine smell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi went first, taking the mech down toward the asteroid's surface on small jets of compressed nitrogen, the crew trailing her on three-meter-long tethers. As they flew, Holden looked back up at the Knight: a blocky gray wedge with a drive cone stuck on the wider end. Like everything else humans built for space travel, it was designed to be efficient, not pretty. That always made Holden a little sad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There should be room for aesthetics, even out here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Knight seemed to drift away from him, getting smaller and smaller, while he didn't move. The illusion vanished when he turned around to look at the asteroid and felt they were hurtling toward it. He opened a channel to Naomi, but she was humming to herself as she flew, which meant she, at least, wasn't worried. He didn't say anything, but he left the channel open to listen to her hum." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Up close, the Scopuli didn't look all that bad." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Other than the gaping hole in its flank, it didn't have any damage. It clearly hadn't hit the asteroid; it had just been left close enough that the microgravity had slowly reeled it in. As they approached, he snapped pictures with his suit helmet and transmitted them to the Canterbury.\n\nNaomi brought them to a stop, hovering three meters above the hole in the Scopuli's side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos whistled across the general suit channel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That wasn't a torpedo did this, XO. This was a breaching charge. See how the metal's bent in all around the edges? That's shaped charges stuck right on her hull,\" Amos said.\n\nIn addition to being a fine mechanic, Amos was the one who used explosive surgery to crack open the icebergs floating around Saturn and turn them into more manageable chunks. Another reason to have him on the Knight.\n\n\"So,\" Holden said, \"our friends here on the Scopuli stop, let someone climb onto their hull and plant a breaching charge, and then crack them open and let all the air out. Does that make sense to anyone?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nope,\" Naomi said. \"It doesn't. Still want to go inside?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you see anything out there that seems off, don't play hero again. Just pack up the toys and come home.\n\nBut what could he have expected? Of course the Scopuli wasn't up and running." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of course something had gone wrong." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Off would have been not seeing anything strange.\n\n\"Amos,\" Holden said, \"keep that gun out, just in case. Naomi, can you make us a bigger hole? And be careful. If anything looks wrong, back us off.\"\n\nNaomi brought the mech in closer, nitrogen blasts no more than a white breath on a cold night. The mech's welding torch blazed to life, red hot, then white, then blue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In silence, the mech's arms unfurled—an insectile movement—and Naomi started cutting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden and Amos dropped to the ship's surface, clamping on with magnetic boots. He could feel the vibration in his feet when Naomi pulled a length of hull free. A moment later the torch turned off, and Naomi blasted the fresh edges of the hole with the mech's fire-suppression gear to cool them. Holden gave Amos the thumbs-up and dropped himself very slowly into the Scopuli." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The breaching charge had been placed almost exactly amidships, blasting a hole into the galley." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Holden landed and his boots grabbed on to the galley wall, he could feel flash-frozen bits of food crunch under them. There were no bodies in sight.\n\n\"Come on in, Amos. No crew visible yet,\" Holden called over the suit comm.\n\nHe moved off to the side and a moment later Amos dropped in, gun clutched in his right hand and a powerful light in his left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The white beam played across the walls of the destroyed galley." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Which way first, XO?\" Amos asked.\n\nHolden tapped on his thigh with one hand and thought. \"Engineering. I want to know why the reactor's off-line.\"\n\nThey took the crew ladder, climbing along it toward the aft of the ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the pressure doors between decks were open, which was a bad sign." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They should all be closed by default, and certainly if the atmosphere-loss alarm had sounded. If they were open, that meant there were no decks with atmosphere left in the ship. Which meant no survivors. Not a surprise, but it still felt like a defeat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They passed through the small ship quickly, pausing in the machine shop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Expensive engine parts and tools were still in place.\n\n\"Guess it wasn't robbery,\" Amos said.\n\nHolden didn't say, Then what was it? but the question hung between them anyway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The engine room was neat as a pin, cold, and dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden waited while Amos looked it over, spending at least ten minutes just floating around the reactor.\n\n\"Someone went through the shutdown procedures,\" Amos said. \"The reactor wasn't killed by the blast, it was turned off afterward. No damage that I can see. Don't make sense. If everyone is dead from the attack, who shut it down? And if it's pirates, why not take the ship? She'll still fly.\"\n\n\"And before they turned off the power, they went through and opened every interior pressure door on the ship. Emptied out the air. I guess they wanted to make sure no one was hiding,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay, let's head back up to ops and see if we can crack the computer core. Maybe it can tell us what happened.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They floated back toward the bow along the crew ladder, and up to the ops deck. It too was undamaged and empty. The lack of bodies was starting to bother Holden more than the presence of them would have. He floated over to the main computer console and hit a few keys to see if it might still be running on backup power. It wasn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Amos, start cutting the core out. We'll take it with us. I'm going to check comms, see if I can find that beacon.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos moved to the computer and started taking out tools and sticking them to the bulkhead next to it. He began a profanity-laced mumble as he worked. It wasn't nearly as charming as Naomi's humming, so Holden turned off his link to Amos while he moved to the communications console. It was as dead as the rest of the ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He found the ship's beacon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one had activated it. Something else had called them. Holden moved back, frowning.\n\nHe looked through the space, searching for something out of place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There, on the deck beneath the comm operator's console." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A small black box not connected to anything else.\n\nHis heart took a long pause between beats. He called out to Amos, \"Does that look like a bomb to you?\"\n\nAmos ignored him. Holden turned his radio link back on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Amos, does that look like a bomb to you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pointed at the box on the deck.\n\nAmos left his work on the computer and floated over to look, then, in a move that made Holden's throat close, grabbed the box off the deck and held it up.\n\n\"Nope. It's a transmitter. See?\" He held it up in front of Holden's helmet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's just got a battery taped to it. What's it doing there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's the beacon we followed. Jesus. The ship's beacon never even turned on. Someone made a fake one out of that transmitter and hooked it up to a battery,\" Holden said quietly, still fighting his panic.\n\n\"Why would they do that, XO? That don't make no kinda sense.\"\n\n\"It would if there's something about this transmitter that's different from standard,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Like?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner today. I will set the scene, and you will continue the story with four sentences, channeling the voice and techniques of James S. A. Corey.i'll kick things off by writing a bit, then you'll take over and write the next four sentences in the distinctive voice of James S. A. Corey.Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going four sentences at a time, also im going for a James S. A. Corey sorta thing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller was halfway through his evening meal when the system in his hole chirped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He glanced at the sending code. The Blue Frog. It was a port bar catering to the constant extra million noncitizens of Ceres that advertised itself as a near-exact replica of a famous Earth bar in Mumbai, only with licensed prostitutes and legal drugs. Miller took another forkful of fungal beans and vat-grown rice and debated whether to accept connection.\n\nShould have seen this one coming, he thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A screen popped open. Hasini, the assistant manager, was a dark-skinned man with eyes the color of ice. The near smirk on his face was the result of nerve damage. Miller had done him a favor when Hasini had had the poor judgment to take pity on an unlicensed prostitute." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since then, security detective and portside barman had traded favors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The unofficial, gray economics of civilization.\n\n\"Your partner's here again,\" Hasini said over the pulse and wail of bhangra music. \"I think he's having a bad night. Should I keep serving him?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Miller said. \"Keep him happy for... Give me twenty minutes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He doesn't want to be kept happy. He very much wants a reason to get unhappy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Make it hard to find. I'll be there.\"\n\nHasini nodded, smirking his damaged smirk, and dropped the connection. Miller looked at his half-eaten meal, sighed, and shoved the remains into the recycling bin. He pulled on a clean shirt, then hesitated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Blue Frog was always warmer than he liked, and he hated wearing a jacket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead, he put a compact plastic pistol in his ankle holster. Not as fast a draw, but if it got that far, he was screwed anyway.\n\nCeres at night was indistinguishable from Ceres in the daytime. There had been a move, back when the station first opened, to dim and brighten the lights through the traditional human twenty-four-hour cycle, mimicking the spin of Earth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The affectation had lasted four months before the council killed it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On duty, Miller would have taken an electric cart down the wide tunnels and down to the port levels. He was tempted even though he was off duty, but a deep-seated superstition stopped him. If he took the cart, he was going as a cop, and the tubes ran just fine. Miller walked to the nearest station, checked the status, and sat on the low stone bench." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A man about Miller's age and a girl no more than three came in a minute later and sat across from him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The girl's talk was as fast and meaningless as a leaking seal, and her father responded with grunts and nods at more or less appropriate moments.\n\nMiller and the new man nodded to each other. The girl tugged at her father's sleeve, demanding his attention. Miller looked at her—dark eyes, pale hair, smooth skin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was already too tall to be mistaken for an Earth child, her limbs longer and thinner." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her skin had the pink flush of Belter babies, which came with the pharmaceutical cocktail that assured that their muscles and bones would grow strong. Miller saw the father notice his attention. Miller smiled and nodded toward the kid.\n\n\"How old?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two and a half,\" the father said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good age.\"\n\nThe father shrugged, but he smiled.\n\n\"Kids?\" he asked.\n\n\"No,\" Miller said. \"But I've a got a divorce about that old.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They chuckled together as if it was funny." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In his imagination, Candace crossed her arms and looked away. The soft oil-and-ozone-scented breeze announced the tube's arrival. Miller let father and child go first, then chose a different compartment.\n\nThe tube cars were round, built to fit into the evacuated passages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were no windows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The only view would have been stone humming by three centimeters from the car. Instead, broad screens advertised entertainment feeds or commented on inner planet political scandals or offered the chance to gamble away a week's pay at casinos so wonderful that your life would seem richer for the experience. Miller let the bright, empty colors dance and ignored their content. Mentally, he was holding up his problem, turning it one way and then the other, not even looking for an answer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a simple mental exercise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Look at the facts without judgment: Havelock was an Earther. Havelock was in a portside bar again and looking for a fight. Havelock was his partner. Statement after statement, fact after fact, facet after facet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't try to put them in order or make some kind of narrative out of them; that would all come later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now it was enough to wash the day's cases out of his head and get ready for the immediate situation. By the time the tube reached his station, he felt centered. Like he was walking on his whole foot, was how he'd described it, back when he had anyone to describe it to.\n\nThe Blue Frog was crowded, the barn-heat of bodies adding to the fake-Mumbai temperature and artificial air pollution." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lights glittered and flashed in seizure-inducing display." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tables curved and undulated, the backlight making them seem darker than merely black. Music moved through the air with a physical presence, each beat a little concussion. Hasini, standing in a clot of steroid-enhanced bouncers and underdressed serving girls, caught Miller's eyes and nodded toward the back. Miller didn't acknowledge anything; he just turned and made his way through the crowd." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Port bars were always volatile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller was careful not to bump into anyone if he could help it. When he had to choose, he'd run into Belters before inner planet types, women before men. His face was a constant mild apology.\n\nHavelock was sitting alone, with one thick hand wrapping a fluted glass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Miller sat down beside him, Havelock turned toward him, ready to take offense, nostrils flared and eyes wide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then the surprise registered. Then something like sullen shame.\n\n\"Miller,\" he said. In the tunnels outside, he would have been shouting. Here, it was barely enough to carry as far as Miller's chair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What're you doing here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothing much to do at the hole,\" Miller said. \"Thought I'd come pick a fight.\"\n\n\"Good night for it,\" Havelock said.\n\nIt was true. Even in the bars that catered to inner planet types, the mix was rarely better than one Earther or Martian in ten." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Squinting out at the crowd, Miller saw that the short, stocky men and women were nearer a third." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ship come in?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"EMCN?\" he asked. The Earth-Mars Coalition Navy often passed through Ceres on its way to Saturn, Jupiter, and the stations of the Belt, but Miller hadn't been paying enough attention to the relative position of the planets to know where the orbits all stood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Corporate security rotating out of Eros,\" he said. \"Protogen, I think.\" A serving girl appeared at Miller's side, tattoos gliding over her skin, her teeth glowing in the black light. Miller took the drink she offered him, though he hadn't ordered. Soda water.\n\n\"You know,\" Miller said, leaning close enough to Havelock that even his normal conversational voice would reach the man, \"it doesn't matter how many of their asses you kick. Shaddid's still not going to like you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock snapped to stare at Miller, the anger in his eyes barely covering the shame and hurt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's true,\" Miller said.\n\nHavelock rose lurching to his feet and headed for the door. He was trying to stomp, but in the Ceres spin gravity and his inebriated state, he misjudged. It looked like he was hopping." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller, glass in hand, slid through the crowd in Havelock's wake, calming with a smile and a shrug the affronted faces that his partner left behind him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The common tunnels down near the port had a layer of grime and grease to them that air scrubbers and astringent cleaners could never quite master. Havelock walked out, shoulders hunched, mouth tight, rage radiating from him like heat. But the doors of the Blue Frog closed behind them, the seal cutting off the music like someone hitting mute. The worst of the danger had passed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not drunk,\" Havelock said, his voice too loud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Didn't say you were.\"\n\n\"And you,\" Havelock said, turning and stabbing an accusing finger at Miller's chest. \"You are not my nanny.\"\n\n\"Also true.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They walked together for maybe a quarter of a kilometer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bright LED signs beckoned. Brothels and shooting galleries, coffee bars and poetry clubs, casinos and show fights. The air smelled like piss and old food. Havelock began to slow, his shoulders coming down from around his ears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I worked homicide in Terrytown,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I did three years vice at L-5. Do you have any idea what that was like? They were shipping kids out of there, and I'm one of three guys that stopped it. I'm a good cop.\"\n\n\"Yes, you are.\"\n\n\"I'm damn good.\"\n\n\"You are.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "They walked past a noodle bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A coffin hotel. A public terminal, its displays running a free newsfeed: COMMUNICATION PROBLEMS PLAGUE PHOEBE SCIENCE STATION. NEW ANDREAS K GAME NETS 6 BILLION DOLLARS IN 4 HOURS. NO DEAL IN MARS, BELT TITANIUM CONTRACT. The screens glowed in Havelock's eyes, but he was staring past them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm a damn good cop,\" he said again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, a moment later: \"So what the hell?\"\n\n\"It's not about you,\" Miller said. \"People look at you, they don't see Dmitri Havelock, good cop. They see Earth.\"\n\n\"That's crap. I was eight years in the orbitals and on Mars before I ever shipped out here. I worked on Earth maybe six months total.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Earth. Mars. They're not that different,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Try telling that to a Martian,\" Havelock said with a bitter laugh. \"They'll kick your ass for you.\"\n\n\"I didn't mean... Look, I'm sure there are all kinds of differences. Earth hates Mars for having a better fleet. Mars hates Earth for having a bigger one. Maybe soccer's better in full g; maybe it's worse. I don't know. I'm just saying anyone this far out from the sun? They don't care. From this distance, you can cover Earth and Mars with one thumb. And...\"\n\n\"And I don't belong,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The door of the noodle bar behind them opened and four Belters in gray-green uniforms came out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of them wore the split circle of the OPA on his sleeve. Miller tensed, but the Belters didn't come toward them, and Havelock didn't notice them. Near miss.\n\n\"I knew,\" Havelock said. \"When I took the Star Helix contract, I knew I'd have to work to fit in. I thought it'd be the same as anywhere, you know? You go, you get your chops busted for a while. Then, when they see you can take it, they treat you like one of the team. It's not like that here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock shook his head, spat, and stared at the fluted glass in his hand.\n\n\"I think we just stole some glasses from the Blue Frog,\" Havelock said.\n\n\"We're also in a public corridor with unsealed alcohol,\" Miller said. \"Well, you are, anyway. Mine's soda water.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock chuckled, but there was despair in the sound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Havelock spoke again, his voice was only rueful.\n\n\"You think I'm coming down here, picking fights with people from the inner planets so that Shaddid and Ramachandra and all the rest of them will think better of me.\"\n\n\"It occurred to me.\"\n\n\"You're wrong,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" Miller said. He knew he wasn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock raised his fluted glass. \"Take these back?\" he asked.\n\n\"How about Distinguished Hyacinth?\" Miller countered. \"I'll buy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Distinguished Hyacinth Lounge was up three levels, far enough that foot traffic from the port levels was minimal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And it was a cop bar. Mostly Star Helix Security, but some of the minor corporate forces—Protogen, Pinkwater, Al Abbiq—hung out there too. Miller was more than half certain that his partner's latest breakdown had been averted, but if he was wrong, better to keep it in the family.\n\nThe décor was pure Belt—old-style ships' folding tables and chairs set into the wall and ceiling as if the gravity might shut off at any moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Snake plant and devil's ivy—staples of first-generation air recycling—decorated the wall and freestanding columns." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The music was soft enough to talk over, loud enough to keep private conversations private. The first owner, Javier Liu, was a structural engineer from Tycho who'd come out during the big spin and liked Ceres enough to stay. His grandchildren ran it now. Javier the Third was standing behind the bar, talking with half of the vice and exploitation team." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller led the way to a back table, nodding to the men and women he knew as he passed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While he'd been careful and diplomatic at the Blue Frog, he chose a bluff masculinity here. It was just as much a pose.\n\n\"So,\" Havelock said as Javier's daughter Kate—a fourth generation for the same bar—left the table, Blue Frog glasses on her tray, \"what is this supersecret private investigation Shaddid put you on? Or is the lowly Earther not supposed to know?\"\n\n\"Is that what got to you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller asked. \"It's nothing. Some shareholders misplaced their daughter and want me to track her down, ship her home. It's a bullshit case.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sounds more like their backyard,\" Havelock said, nodding toward the V and E crowd.\n\n\"Kid's not a minor,\" Miller said. \"It's a kidnap job.\"\n\n\"And you're good with that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller sat back. The ivy above them waved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock waited, and Miller had the uncomfortable sense that a table had just been turned.\n\n\"It's my job,\" Miller said.\n\n\"Yeah, but we're talking about an adult here, right? It's not like she couldn't go back home if she wanted to be there. But instead her parents get security to take her home whether she wants to go or not. That's not law enforcement anymore. It's not even station security. It's just dysfunctional families playing power games.\"\n\nMiller remembered the thin girl beside her racing pinnace. Her broad smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I told you it was a bullshit case,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kate Liu returned to the table with a local beer and a glass of whiskey on her tray. Miller was glad for the distraction. The beer was his. Light and rich and just the faintest bit bitter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An ecology based on yeasts and fermentation meant subtle brews." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock was nursing his whiskey. Miller took it as a sign that he was giving up on his bender. Nothing like being around the boys from the office to take the charm out of losing control.\n\n\"Hey, Miller! Havelock!\" a familiar voice said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yevgeny Cobb from homicide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller waved him over, and the conversation turned to homicide's bragging about the resolution of a particularly ugly case. Three months' work figuring out where the toxins came from ending with the corpse's wife awarded the full insurance settlement and a gray-market whore deported back to Eros.\n\nBy the end of the night, Havelock was laughing and trading jokes along with the rest of them. If there was occasionally a narrowed glance or a subtle dig, he took it in stride." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller was on his way up to the bar for another round when his terminal chimed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then, slowly throughout the bar, fifty other chimes sounded. Miller felt his belly knot as he and every other security agent in the place pulled out their terminals.\n\nCaptain Shaddid was on the broadcast screen. Her eyes were bleary and filled with banked rage; she was the very picture of a woman of power wakened early from sleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ladies and gentlemen,\" she said. \"Whatever you're doing, drop it and go to your stations for emergency orders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We have a situation.\n\n\"Ten minutes ago, an unencrypted, signed message came in from the rough direction of Saturn. We haven't confirmed it as true, but the signature matches the keys on record. I've put a hold on it, but we can assume some asshole's going to put it on the network, and the shit should hit the fan about five minutes after that. If you're in earshot of a civilian, turn off now. For the rest of you, here's what we're up against.\"\n\nShaddid moved to one side, tapping her system interface. The screen went black." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A moment later a man's face and shoulders appeared." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was in an orange vacuum suit with the helmet off. An Earther, maybe in his early thirties. Pale skin, blue eyes, dark short-cropped hair. Even before the man opened his mouth, Miller saw the signs of shock and rage in his eyes and the way he held his head forward.\n\n\"My name,\" the man said, \"is James Holden.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like James S. A. Corey and use whatever i write as a jumping off point?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ten minutes at two g, and Holden's head was already starting to ache." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But McDowell had called them home at all haste. The Canterbury was warming up its massive drive. Holden didn't want to miss his ride.\n\n\"Jim? We may have a problem out here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Talk to me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Becca found something, and it is sufficiently weird to make my balls creep up. We're getting the hell out of here.\"\n\n\"Alex, how long?\" Holden asked for the third time in ten minutes.\n\n\"We're over an hour out. Want to go on the juice?\" Alex said.\n\nGoing on the juice was pilot-speak for a high-g burn that would knock an unmedicated human unconscious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The juice was the cocktail of drugs the pilot's chair would inject into him to keep him conscious, alert, and hopefully stroke-free when his body weighed five hundred kilos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden had used the juice on multiple occasions in the navy, and coming down afterward was unpleasant.\n\n\"Not unless we have to,\" he said.\n\n\"What kind of weird?\"\n\n\"Becca, link him up. Jim, I want you seeing what we're seeing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden tongued a painkiller tab from his suit's helmet and reran Becca's sensor feed for the fifth time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The spot in space lay about two hundred thousand kilometers from the Canterbury. As the Cant had scanned it, the readout showed a fluctuation, the gray-black false color gradually developing a warm border. It was a small temperature climb, less than two degrees. Holden was amazed Becca had even spotted it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He reminded himself to give her a glowing review the next time she was up for promotion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where did that come from?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"No idea. It's just a spot faintly warmer than the background,\" Becca said. \"I'd say it was a cloud of gas, because we get no radar return from it, but there aren't supposed to be any gas clouds out here. I mean, where would it come from?\"\n\n\"Jim, any chance the Scopuli killed the ship that killed it? Could it be a vapor cloud from a destroyed ship?\" McDowell asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't think so, sir. The Scopuli is totally unarmed. The hole in her side came from breaching charges, not torpedo fire, so I don't think they even fought back. It might be where the Scopuli vented, but...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Or maybe not. Come back to the barn, Jim. Do it now.\"\n\n\"Naomi, what slowly gets hotter that gives no radar or ladar return when you scan it? Wild-ass guess here,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Hmmmm...,\" Naomi said, giving herself time to think. \"Anything that was absorbing the energy from the sensor package wouldn't give a return. But it might get hotter when it shed the absorbed energy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The infrared monitor on the sensor console next to Holden's chair flared like the sun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex swore loudly over the general comm.\n\n\"Are you seein' that?\" he said.\n\nHolden ignored him and opened a channel to McDowell.\n\n\"Captain, we just got a massive IR spike,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For long seconds, there was no reply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When McDowell came on the channel, his voice was tight. Holden had never heard the old man sound afraid before.\n\n\"Jim, a ship just appeared in that warm spot. It's radiating heat like a bastard,\" McDowell said. \"Where the hell did that thing come from?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden started to answer but then heard Becca's voice coming faintly through the captain's headset." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No idea, sir. But it's smaller than its heat signature. Radar shows frigate-sized,\" she said.\n\n\"With what?\" McDowell said. \"Invisibility? Magical wormhole teleportation?\"\n\n\"Sir,\" Holden said, \"Naomi was speculating that the heat we picked up might have come from energy-absorbing materials. Stealth materials. Which means that ship was hiding on purpose. Which means its intentions are not good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As if in answer, six new objects appeared on his radar, glowing yellow icons appearing and immediately shifting to orange as the system marked their acceleration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the Canterbury, Becca yelled out, \"Fast movers! We have six new high-speed contacts on a collision course!\"\n\n\"Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, did that ship just fire a spread of torpedoes at us?\" McDowell said. \"They're trying to slap us down?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" Becca said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Time to contact.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just under eight minutes, sir,\" she replied.\n\nMcDowell cursed under his breath.\n\n\"We've got pirates, Jim.\"\n\n\"What do you need from us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden said, trying to sound calm and professional." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I need you to get off the radio and let my crew work. You're an hour out at best. The torpedoes are eight minutes. McDowell out,\" the captain said, his comm clicking off and leaving Holden listening to the faint hiss of static.\n\nThe general comm exploded with voices, Alex demanding to go on the juice and race the torpedoes to the Cant, Naomi chattering about missile-jamming strategies, Amos cursing at the stealth ship and questioning the parenting of its crew. Shed was the only quiet one.\n\n\"Everyone, shut up!\" Holden yelled into his headset." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ship fell into shocked silence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alex, plot the fastest course to the Cant that won't kill us. Let me know when you have it. Naomi, set up a three-way channel with Becca, you, and me. We'll help however we can. Amos, keep cussing but turn your mic off.\"\n\nHe waited. The clock ticked toward impact.\n\n\"Link is up,\" Naomi said. Holden could hear two distinct sets of background noise over the comm channel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Becca, this is Jim. I've got Naomi on this channel too. Tell us what we can do to help. Naomi was talking about jamming techniques?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm doing everything I know to do,\" Becca said, her voice astonishingly calm. \"They're painting us with a targeting laser. I'm broadcasting garbage to scramble it, but they've got really, really good shit. If we were any closer, that targeting laser would be burning a hole in our hull.\"\n\n\"What about physical chaff?\" Naomi asked. \"Can you drop snow?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "While Naomi and Becca talked, Jim opened a private channel to Ade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, this is Jim. I have Alex working on a fast-burn solution so we can get there before...\"\n\n\"Before the missiles turn us into a flying brick? Good idea. Taken by pirates isn't something you want to miss,\" Ade said. He could hear the fear behind the mocking tone.\n\n\"Ade, please, I want to say something—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jim, what do you think?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi said on the other channel.\n\nHolden cursed. To cover, he said, \"Uh, about which thing?\"\n\n\"Using the Knight to try and draw those missiles,\" Naomi said.\n\n\"Can we do that?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe. Were you listening at all?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah... something happened here, drew my attention for a minute. Tell me again,\" Holden said.\n\n\"We try to match the frequency of the light scatter coming off the Cant and broadcast it with our comm array. Maybe the torpedoes will think we're the target instead,\" Naomi said like she was speaking to a child.\n\n\"And then they come blow us up?\"\n\n\"I'm thinking we run away while pulling the torpedoes toward us. Then, when we get them far enough past the Cant, we kill the comm array and try to hide behind the asteroid,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Won't work,\" Holden said with a sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They follow the targeting laser's scatter for general guidance, but they also take telescope shots of the target on acquisition. They'll take one look at us and know we aren't their target.\"\n\n\"Isn't it worth a shot?\"\n\n\"Even if we manage it, torpedoes designed to disable the Cant would make us into a greasy stretch of vacuum.\"\n\n\"All right,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What else have we got?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothing. Very smart boys in the naval labs have already thought of everything we are going to think of in the next eight minutes,\" Holden said. Saying it out loud meant admitting it to himself.\n\n\"Then what are we doing here, Jim?\" Naomi asked.\n\n\"Seven minutes,\" Becca said, her voice still eerily calm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's get there. Maybe we can get some people off the ship after it's hit. Help with damage control,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alex, got that plot figured out?\"\n\n\"Roger that, XO. Bleeding-g burn-and-flip laid in. Angled approach course so our torch won't burn a hole in the Cant. Time to rock and roll?\" Alex replied.\n\n\"Yeah. Naomi, get your people strapped in for high g,\" Holden said, then opened up a channel to Captain McDowell. \"Captain, we're coming in hot. Try to survive, and we'll have the Knight on station for pickup or to help with damage control.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Roger,\" McDowell said, and killed the line." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden opened up his channel to Ade again. \"Ade, we're going to burn hard, so I won't be talking, but leave this channel open for me, okay? Tell me what's happening. Hell, hum. Humming is nice. I just really need to hear you're all right.\"\n\n\"Okay, Jim,\" Ade said. She didn't hum but she left the channel open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could hear her breathing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex began the countdown over the general comm. Holden checked the straps on his crash couch and palmed the button that started the juice. A dozen needles stuck into his back through membranes in his suit. His heart shuddered and chemical bands of iron gripped his brain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His spine went dead cold, and his face flushed like a radiation burn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pounded a fist into the arm of the crash couch. He hated this part, but the next one was worse. On the general comm, Alex whooped as the drugs hit his system. Belowdecks, the others were getting the drugs that kept them from dying but kept them sedated through the worst of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex said, \"One,\" and Holden weighed five hundred kilos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The nerves at the back of his eye sockets screamed at the massive load of his eyeballs. His testicles crushed themselves against his thighs. He concentrated on not swallowing his tongue. Around him, the ship creaked and groaned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a disconcerting bang from belowdecks, but nothing on his panel went red." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Knight's torch drive could deliver a lot of thrust, but at the cost of a prodigious fuel-burn rate. But if they could save the Cant, it wouldn't matter.\n\nOver the blood pounding in his ears, Holden could hear Ade's gentle breathing and the click of her keyboard. He wished he could just go to sleep to that sound, but the juice was singing and burning in his blood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was more awake than he'd ever been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" Ade said over the comm.\n\nIt took Holden a second to realize she was talking to McDowell. He turned up the volume to hear what the captain was saying.\n\n\"—the mains online, full power.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're fully loaded, sir. If we try to burn that hard, we'll tear the drive right off the mounts,\" Ade replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "McDowell must have asked her to fire up the Epstein.\n\n\"Mr. Tukunbo,\" McDowell said, \"we have... four minutes. If you break it, I won't bill you.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. Bringing mains online. Setting for maximum burn,\" Ade said, and in the background Holden could hear the high-g warning Klaxon. There was a louder clicking as Ade strapped herself in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mains online in three... two... one... execute,\" Ade said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Canterbury groaned so loud Holden had to turn the comm volume down. It moaned and shrieked like a banshee for several seconds, and then there was a shattering crash. He pulled up the exterior visual, fighting against the g-induced blackout at the edge of his vision. The Canterbury was in one piece." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ade, what the hell was that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "McDowell said, his speech slurred.\n\n\"The drive tearing a strut. Mains are off-line, sir,\" Ade replied, not saying Exactly like I said would happen.\n\n\"What did that buy us?\" McDowell asked.\n\n\"Not much. The torpedoes are now at over forty klicks a second and accelerating. We're down to maneuvering thrusters,\" Ade said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shit,\" McDowell said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're going to hit us, sir,\" Ade said.\n\n\"Jim,\" McDowell said, his voice suddenly loud over the direct channel he'd opened. \"We're going down, and there's no way around it. Click twice to acknowledge.\"\n\nJim clicked his radio twice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay, so, now we need to think about surviving after the hit. If they're looking to cripple us before boarding, they'll take out our drive and our comm array. Becca's been broadcasting an SOS ever since the torpedoes were fired, but I'd like you to keep yelling if we stop. If they know you're out there, they are less likely to toss everyone out an airlock. Witnesses, you know,\" McDowell said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jim clicked twice again.\n\n\"Turn around, Jim. Hide behind that asteroid. Call for help. Order.\"\n\nJim clicked twice, then signaled all-stop to Alex. In an instant, the giant sitting on his chest disappeared, replaced by weightlessness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sudden transition would have made him throw up if his veins hadn't been coursing with antinausea drugs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's up?\" Alex said.\n\n\"New job,\" Holden said, teeth chattering from the juice. \"We're calling for help and negotiating a release of prisoners once the bad guys have the Cant. Burn back to that asteroid, since it's the closest we can get to cover.\"\n\n\"Roger that, Boss,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He added in a lower voice, \"I'd kill for a couple of tubes or a nice keel-mounted rail gun right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I hear you.\"\n\n\"Wake up the kids downstairs?\"\n\n\"Let them sleep.\"\n\n\"Roger that,\" Alex said, then clicked off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before the heavy g started up again, Holden turned on the Knight's SOS." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The channel to Ade was still open, and now that McDowell was off the line, he could hear her breathing again. He turned the volume all the way up and lay back in the straps, waiting to be crushed. Alex didn't disappoint him.\n\n\"One minute,\" Ade said, her voice loud enough to distort through his helmet's speakers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden didn't turn the volume down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her voice was admirably calm as she called out the impact countdown.\n\n\"Thirty seconds.\"\n\nHolden wanted desperately to talk, to say something comforting, to make ludicrous and untrue assertions of love. The giant standing on his chest just laughed with the deep rumble of their fusion torch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ten seconds.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get ready to kill the reactor and play dead after the torpedoes hit. If we're not a threat, they won't hit us again,\" McDowell said.\n\n\"Five,\" Ade said.\n\n\"Four.\n\n\"Three." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"One.\"\n\nThe Canterbury shuddered and the monitor went white. Ade took one sharp intake of breath, which cut off as the radio broke up. The static squeal almost ruptured Holden's eardrums." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He chinned the volume down and clicked his radio at Alex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The thrust suddenly dropped to a tolerable two g and all the ship's sensors flared into overload. A brilliant light poured through the small airlock porthole.\n\n\"Report, Alex, report! What happened?\" Holden yelled.\n\n\"My God. They nuked her. They nuked the Cant,\" Alex said, his voice low and dazed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's her status? Give me a report on the Canterbury! I have zero sensors down here. Everything's just gone white!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a long pause; then Alex said, \"I have zero sensors up here too, Boss. But I can give you a status on the Cant. I can see her.\"\n\n\"See her? From here?\"\n\n\"Yeah. She's a cloud of vapor the size of Olympus Mons. She's gone, Boss. She's gone.\"\n\nThat can't be right, Holden's mind protested." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That doesn't happen. Pirates don't nuke water haulers. No one wins." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one gets paid. And if you just want to murder fifty people, walking into a restaurant with a machine gun is a lot easier.\n\nHe wanted to shout it, scream at Alex that he was wrong. But he had to keep it together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'm the old man now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right. New mission, Alex. Now we're witnesses to murder. Get us back to that asteroid. I'll start compiling a broadcast. Wake everyone up. They need to know,\" Holden said. \"I'm rebooting the sensor package.\"\n\nHe methodically shut down the sensors and their software, waited two minutes, then slowly brought them back online. His hands were shaking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was nauseated. His body felt like he was operating his flesh from a distance, and he didn't know how much was the juice and how much was shock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sensors came back up. Like any other ship that flew the space lanes, the Knight was hardened against radiation. You couldn't get anywhere near Jupiter's massive radiation belt unless you were. But Holden doubted the ship's designers had half a dozen nuclear weapons going off nearby in mind when they'd created the specs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They'd gotten lucky. Vacuum might protect them from an electromagnetic pulse, but the blast radiation could still have fried every sensor the ship had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Once the array came back up, he scanned the space where the Canterbury had been. There was nothing larger than a softball. He switched over to the ship that killed it, which was flying off sunward at a leisurely one g. Heat bloomed in Holden's chest.\n\nHe wasn't scared. Aneurysm-inducing rage made his temples pound and his fists squeeze until his tendons hurt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He flipped on the comms and aimed a tightbeam at the retreating ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This message is to whoever ordered the destruction of the Canterbury, the civilian ice freighter that you just blew into gas. You don't get to just fly away, you murderous son of a bitch. I don't care what your reasons are, but you just killed fifty friends of mine. You need to know who they were. I am sending to you the name and photograph of everyone who just died in that ship. Take a good look at what you did. Think about that while I work on finding out who you are.\"\n\nHe closed the voice channel, pulled up the Canterbury's personnel files, and began transmitting the crew dossiers to the other ship.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" asked Naomi from behind him, not from his helmet speakers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was standing there with her helmet off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sweat plastered her thick black hair to her head and neck. Her face was unreadable. Holden took off his helmet.\n\n\"I'm showing them the Canterbury was a real place where real people lived. People with names and families,\" he said, the juice making his voice less steady than he would have liked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If there's something resembling a human being giving the orders on that ship, I hope it haunts him right up to the day they put him in the recycler for murder.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think they appreciate it,\" Naomi said, pointing at the panel behind him.\n\nThe enemy ship was now painting them with its targeting laser. Holden held his breath. No torpedoes launched, and after a few seconds, the stealth ship turned off its laser and the engine flared as it scooted off at high g. He heard Naomi let out a shuddering breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So the Canterbury's gone?\" Naomi asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden nodded.\n\n\"Fuck me sideways,\" said Amos.\n\nAmos and Shed stood together at the crew ladder. Amos' face was mottled red and white, and his big hands clenched and unclenched." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shed collapsed to his knees, slamming against the deck in the heavy two-g thrust." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't cry. He just looked at Holden and said, \"Cameron's never going to get that arm, I guess,\" then buried his head in his hands and shook.\n\n\"Slow down, Alex. No need to run now,\" Holden said into the comm. The ship slowly dropped to one g.\n\n\"What now, Captain?\" Naomi said, looking at him hard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You're in charge now. Act like it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Blowing them out of the sky would be my first choice, but since we don't have the weapons... follow them. Keep our eyes on them until we know where they're going. Expose them to everyone,\" Holden replied.\n\n\"Fuckin' A,\" said Amos loudly.\n\n\"Amos,\" Naomi said over her shoulder, \"take Shed below and get him into a couch. If you need to, give him something to put him to sleep.\"\n\n\"You got it, Boss.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos put a thick arm around Shed's waist and took him below." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he was gone, Naomi turned back to Holden.\n\n\"No, sir. We are not chasing that ship. We are going to call for help, and then go wherever the help tells us to go.\"\n\n\"I—\" Holden started.\n\n\"Yes, you're in charge. That makes me XO, and it's the XO's job to tell the captain when he's being an idiot. You're being an idiot, sir. You already tried to goad them into killing us with that broadcast. Now you want to chase them? And what will you do if they let you catch them? Broadcast another emotional plea?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi said, moving closer to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are going to get the remaining four members of your crew to safety. And that's all. When we're safe, you can go on your crusade. Sir.\"\n\nHolden unbuckled the straps on his couch and stood up. The juice was starting to burn out, leaving his body spent and sickened. Naomi lifted her chin and didn't back up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Glad you're with me, Naomi,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go see to the crew. McDowell gave me one last order.\"\n\nNaomi looked him over critically; he could see her distrust. He didn't defend himself; he just waited until she was done. She nodded at him once and climbed down the ladder to the deck below." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once she was gone, he worked methodically, putting together a broadcast package that included all the sensor data from the Canterbury and the Knight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex climbed down from the cockpit and sat down heavily in the next chair.\n\n\"You know, Captain, I've been thinkin',\" he said. His voice had the same post-juice shakes as Holden's own.\n\nHolden bit back his irritation at the interruption and said, \"What about?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That stealth ship.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden turned away from his work.\n\n\"Tell me.\"\n\n\"So, I don't know any pirates that have shit like that.\"\n\n\"Go on.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"In fact, the only time I've seen tech like that was back when I was in the navy,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We were working on ships with energy-absorbing skins and internal heat sinks. More of a strategic weapon than a tactical one. You can't hide an active drive, but if you can get into position and shut the drive down, store all your waste heat internally, you can hide yourself pretty good. Add in the energy-absorbing skin, and radar, ladar, and passive sensors don't pick you up. Plus, pretty tough to get nuclear torpedoes outside of the military.\"\n\n\"You're saying the Martian navy did this?\"\n\nAlex took a long shuddering breath.\n\n\"If we had it, you know the Earthers were workin' on it too,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They looked at each other across the narrow space, the implications heavier than a ten-g burn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden pulled the transmitter and battery they'd recovered from the Scopuli out of the thigh pocket of his suit. He started pulling it apart, looking for a stamp or an insignia. Alex watched, quiet for once. The transmitter was generic; it could have come from the radio room of any ship in the solar system." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The battery was a nondescript gray block." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex reached out and Holden handed it to him. Alex pried off the gray plastic cover and flipped the metal battery around in his hands. Without saying a word, he held the bottom up to Holden's face. Stamped in the black metal on the bottom of the battery was a serial number that began with the letters MCRN." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Today you will be acting as a writing assistant, your partner will send something and you will write the next four sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cart sped through the tunnel, siren masking the whine of motors. Behind them, they left curious civilians and the scent of overheated bearings. Miller leaned forward in his seat, willing the cart to go faster. They were three levels and maybe four kilometers from the station house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" Havelock said. \"I'm sorry, but I'm missing something here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" Miller said. He meant What are you yammering about? Havelock took it as What are you missing?\n\n\"A water hauler millions of klicks from here got vaporized. Why are we going to full alert? Our cisterns will last months without even going on rationing. There are a lot of other haulers out there. Why is this a crisis?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller turned and looked at his partner straight on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The small, stocky build. The thick bones from a childhood in full g. Just like the asshole in the transmission. They didn't understand. If Havelock had been in this James Holden's place, he might have done the same stupid, irresponsible, idiotic bullshit. For the space of a breath, they weren't security anymore. They weren't partners." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were a Belter and an Earther." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller looked away before Havelock could see the change in his eyes.\n\n\"That prick Holden? The one in the broadcast?\" Miller said. \"He just declared war on Mars for us.\"\n\nThe cart swerved and bobbed, its internal computer adjusting for some virtual hiccup in the traffic flow half a kilometer ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock shifted, grabbing for the support strut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They hit a ramp up to the next level, civilians on foot making a path for them.\n\n\"You grew up where the water's maybe dirty, but it falls out of the sky for you,\" Miller said. \"The air's filthy, but it's not going away if your door seals fail. It's not like that out here.\"\n\n\"But we're not on the hauler. We don't need the ice. We aren't under threat,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller sighed, rubbing his eyes with thumb and knuckle until ghosts of false color bloomed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When I was homicide,\" Miller said, \"there was this guy. Property management specialist working a contract out of Luna. Someone burned half his skin off and dropped him out an airlock. Turned out he was responsible for maintenance on sixty holes up on level thirty. Lousy neighborhood. He'd been cutting corners. Hadn't replaced the air filters in three months. There was mold growing in three of the units. And you know what we found after that?\"\n\n\"What?\" Havelock asked.\n\n\"Not a goddamn thing, because we stopped looking. Some people need to die, and he was one. And the next guy that took the job cleaned the ducting and swapped the filters on schedule. That's what it's like in the Belt. Anyone who came out here and didn't put environmental systems above everything else died young. All us still out here are the ones that cared.\"\n\n\"Selective effect?\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're seriously arguing in favor of selective effect? I never thought I'd hear that shit coming out of you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's that?\"\n\n\"Racist propaganda bullshit,\" Havelock said. \"It's the one that says the difference in environment has changed the Belters so much that instead of just being a bunch of skinny obsessive-compulsives, they aren't really human anymore.\"\n\n\"I'm not saying that,\" Miller said, suspecting that it was exactly what he was saying." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's just that Belters don't take the long view when you screw with basic resources. That water was future air, propellant mass, and potables for us. We have no sense of humor about that shit.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cart hit a ramp of metalwork grate. The lower level fell away below them. Havelock was silent.\n\n\"This Holden guy didn't say it was Mars. Just that they found a Martian battery. You think people are going to... declare war?\" Havelock said. \"Just on the basis of this one guy's pictures of a battery?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The ones that wait to get the whole story aren't our problem.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At least not tonight, he thought. Once the whole story gets out, we'll see where we stand.\n\nThe station house was somewhere between one-half and three-quarters full. Security men stood in clumps, nodding to each other, eyes narrow and jaws tight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the vice cops laughed at something, his amusement loud, forced, smelling of fear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller saw the change in Havelock as they walked across the common area to their desks. Havelock had been able to put Miller's reaction down to one man's being oversensitive. A whole room, though. A whole station house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By the time they reached their chairs, Havelock's eyes were wide." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Captain Shaddid came in. The bleary look was gone. Her hair was pulled back, her uniform crisp and professional, her voice as calm as a surgeon in a battlefield hospital. She stepped up on the first desk she came to, improvising a pulpit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ladies and gentlemen,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've seen the transmission. Any questions?\"\n\n\"Who let that fucking Earther near a radio?\" someone shouted. Miller saw Havelock laugh along with the crowd, but it didn't reach his eyes. Shaddid scowled and the crowd quieted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here's the situation,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No way we can control this information. It was broadcast everywhere. We have five sites on the internal network that have been mirroring it, and we have to assume it's public knowledge starting ten minutes ago. Our job now is to keep the rioting to a minimum and ensure station integrity around the port. Station houses fifty and two thirteen are helping on it too. The port authority has released all the ships with inner planet registry. That doesn't mean they're all gone. They still have to round up their crews. But it does mean they're going.\"\n\n\"The government offices?\" Miller said, loud enough to carry.\n\n\"Not our problem, thank God,\" Shaddid said. \"They have infrastructure in place. Blast doors are already down and sealed. They've broken off from the main environmental systems, so we aren't even breathing their air right now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, that's a relief,\" Yevgeny said from the cluster of homicide detectives." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now the bad news,\" Shaddid said. Miller heard the silence of a hundred and fifty cops holding their breath. \"We've got eighty known OPA agents on the station. They're all employed and legal, and you know this is the kind of thing they've been waiting for. We have an order from the governor that we're not going to do any proactive detention. No one gets arrested until they do something.\"\n\nAngry voices rose in chorus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who does he think he is?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "someone called from the back. Shaddid snapped at the comment like a shark.\n\n\"The governor is the one who contracted with us to keep this station in working order,\" Shaddid said. \"We'll follow his directives.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In his peripheral vision, Miller saw Havelock nod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wondered what the governor thought of the question of Belter independence. Maybe the OPA weren't the only ones who'd been waiting for something like this to happen. Shaddid went on, outlining the security response they were permitted. Miller listened with half an ear, so lost in speculating on the politics behind the situation he almost missed it when Shaddid called his name." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Miller will take the second team to the port level and cover sectors thirteen through twenty-four. Kasagawa, team three, twenty-five through thirty-six, and so on. That's twenty men apiece, except for Miller.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can make it with nineteen,\" Miller said, then quietly to Havelock, \"You're sitting this one out, partner. Having an Earther with a gun out there isn't going to make things better.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Havelock said. \"Saw that coming.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Shaddid said. \"You all know the drill. Let's move.\"\n\nMiller rounded up his riot squad." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the faces were familiar, all men and women he'd worked with over his years in security." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He organized them in his mind with a nearly automatic efficiency. Brown and Gelbfish both had SWAT experience, so they would lead the wings if it came to crowd control. Aberforth had three write-ups for excessive violence since her kid had been busted for drug running on Ganymede, so she was second string. She could work out her anger-management issues another time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Around the station house, he heard the other squad commanders making similar decisions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay,\" Miller said. \"Let's suit up.\"\n\nThey moved away in a group, heading for the equipment bay. Miller paused. Havelock remained leaning against his desk, arms folded, eyes locked on the middle distance. Miller was torn between sympathy for the man and impatience." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was hard being on the team but not on the team." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the other hand, what the hell had he expected, taking a contract in the Belt? Havelock looked up, meeting Miller's gaze. They nodded to each other. Miller was the first to turn away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The equipment bay was part warehouse, part bank vault, designed by someone more concerned with conserving space than getting things out efficiently." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lights—recessed white LEDs—gave the gray walls a sterile cast. Bare stone echoed every voice and footfall. Banks of ammunition and firearms, evidence bags and test panels, spare servers and replacement uniforms lined the walls and filled most of the interior space. The riot gear was in a side room, in gray steel lockers with high-security electronic locks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The standard outfit consisted of high-impact plastic shields, electric batons, shin guards, bullet-resistant chest and thigh armor, and helmets with reinforced face guards—all of it designed to make a handful of station security into an intimidating, inhuman force." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller keyed in his access code. The seals released; the lockers opened.\n\n\"Well,\" Miller said conversationally. \"Fuck me.\"\n\nThe lockers were empty, gray coffins with the corpses all gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Across the room, he heard one of the other squads shouting in outrage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller systematically opened every riot control locker he could get to. All of them were the same. Shaddid appeared at his side, her face pale with rage.\n\n\"What's plan B?\" Miller asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shaddid spat on the floor, then closed her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They shifted under her lids like she was dreaming. Two long breaths later, they opened.\n\n\"Check the SWAT lockers. There should be enough in there to outfit two people in each squad.\"\n\n\"Snipers?\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have a better idea, Detective?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shaddid said, leaning on the last word.\n\nMiller raised his hands in surrender. Riot gear was meant to intimidate and control. SWAT gear was made to kill with the greatest efficiency possible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seemed their mandate had just changed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On any given day, a thousand ships might be docked on Ceres Station, and activity there rarely slowed and never stopped. Each sector could accommodate twenty ships, the traffic of humanity and cargo, transport vans, mesocranes, and industrial forklifts, and his squad was responsible for twenty sectors.\n\nThe air stank of refrigerant and oil. The gravity was slightly above 0.3 g, station spin alone lending the place a sense of oppression and danger." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller didn't like the port." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Having vacuum so close under his feet made him nervous. Passing the dockworkers and transport crews, he didn't know whether to scowl or smile. He was here to scare people into behaving and also to reassure them that everything was under control. After the first three sectors, he settled on the smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was the kind of lie he was better at." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They had just reached the junction of sectors nineteen and twenty when they heard screaming. Miller pulled his hand terminal out of his pocket, connected to the central surveillance network, and called up the security camera array. It took a few seconds to find it: a mob of fifty or sixty civilians stretching almost all the way across the tunnel, traffic blocked on both sides. There were weapons being waved over heads." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Knives, clubs. At least two pistols." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fists pumped in the air. And at the center of the crowd, a huge shirtless man was beating someone to death.\n\n\"Showtime,\" Miller said, waving his squad forward at a run.\n\nHe was still a hundred meters from the turn that would take them to the clot of human violence when he saw the shirtless man knock his victim to the ground, then stomp on her neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The head twisted sideways at an angle that didn't leave any question." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller slowed his team to a brisk walk. Arresting the murderer while surrounded by a crowd of his friends would be tough enough without being winded.\n\nThere was blood in the water now. Miller could sense it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mob was going to turn out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To the station, to the ships. If the people started joining the chaos... what path would it be likely to take? There was a brothel one level up from there and half a kilometer anti-spinward that catered to inner planet types. The tariff inspector for sector twenty-one was married to a girl from Luna and had bragged about it maybe once too often." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were too many targets, Miller thought even as he motioned his snipers to spread out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was trying to reason with a fire. Stop it here, and no one else got killed.\n\nIn his imagination, Candace crossed her arms and said, What's plan B?\n\nThe outer edge of the mob raised the alarm well before Miller reached it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The surge of bodies and threats shifted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller tipped back his hat. Men, women. Dark skin, pale, golden brown, and all with the long, thin build of Belters, all with the square-mouthed angry gape of chimpanzees at war.\n\n\"Let me take a couple of them down, sir,\" Gelbfish said from his terminal. \"Put the fear of God into them.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll get there,\" Miller said, smiling at the angry mob. \"We'll get there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The face he expected floated to the front. Shirtless. The big man, blood covering his hands and splattered on his cheek. The seed crystal of the riot.\n\n\"That one?\" Gelbfish asked, and Miller knew that a tiny infrared dot was painting Shirtless' forehead even as he glowered at Miller and the uniforms behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" Miller said. \"That'll only set the rest of them off.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So what do we do?\" Brown said.\n\nIt was a hell of a question.\n\n\"Sir,\" Gelbfish said. \"The big fucker's got an OPA tattoo on his left shoulder.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Miller said, \"if you do have to shoot him, start there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stepped forward, tying his terminal into the local system, overriding the alert." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he spoke, his voice boomed from the overhead speakers.\n\n\"This is Detective Miller. Unless you all want to be locked up as accessories to murder, I suggest you disperse now.\" Muting the microphone in his terminal, he said to Shirtless, \"Not you, big fella. Move a muscle and we shoot you.\"\n\nSomeone in the crowd threw a wrench, the silver metal arcing low through the air toward Miller's head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He almost stepped out of the way, but the handle caught him across the ear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His head filled with the deep sound of bells, and the wet of blood tracked down his neck.\n\n\"Hold fire,\" Miller shouted. \"Hold your fire.\"\n\nThe crowd laughed, as if he'd been talking to them. Idiots. Shirtless, emboldened, strode forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The steroids had distended his thighs so badly that he waddled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller turned the mic on his terminal back on. If the crowd was watching them face each other down, they weren't breaking things. It wasn't spreading. Not yet.\n\n\"So. Friend. You only kick helpless people to death, or can anybody join in?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller asked, his voice conversational but echoing out of the dock speakers like a pronouncement from God." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The fuck you barking, Earth dog?\" Shirtless said.\n\n\"Earth?\" Miller said, chuckling. \"I look like I grew up in a gravity well to you? I was born on this rock.\"\n\n\"Inners kibble you, bitch,\" Shirtless said. \"You they dog.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You think?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fuckin' dui,\" Shirtless said. Fucking true. He flexed his pectorals. Miller suppressed the urge to laugh.\n\n\"So killing that poor bastard was for the good of the station?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller said. \"The good of the Belt? Don't be a chump, kid. They're playing you. They want you to act like a bunch of stupid riotboys so they have a reason to shut this place down.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Schrauben sie sie weibchen,\" Shirtless said in Belter-inflected gutter German, leaning forward.\n\nOkay, second time I've been called a bitch, Miller thought.\n\n\"Kneecap him,\" Miller said. Shirtless' legs blew out in twin sprays of crimson and he went down howling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller walked past his writhing body, stepping toward the mob." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're taking your orders from this pendejo?\" he said. \"Listen to me, we all know what's coming. We know dance starting, now, like pow, right? They fucked tu agua, and we all know the answer. Out an airlock, no?\"\n\nHe could see it in their faces: the sudden fear of the snipers, then the confusion. He pressed on, not giving them time to think." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He switched back to the lower-level lingo, the language of education, authority." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know what Mars wants? They want you, doing this. They want this piece of shit here to make sure that everyone looks at Belters and thinks we're a bunch of psychopaths who tear up their own station. They want to tell themselves we're just like them. Well, we aren't. We're Belters, and we take care of our own.\"\n\nHe picked a man at the edge of the mob. Not as pumped as Shirtless, but big. He had an OPA split circle on his arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You,\" Miller said. \"You want to fight for the Belt?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dui,\" the man said.\n\n\"I bet you do. He did too,\" Miller said, jerking a thumb back at Shirtless. \"But now he's a cripple, and he's going down for murder. So we've already lost one. You see? They're turning us against each other. Can't let them do that. Every one of you I have to arrest or cripple or kill, that's one less we have when the day comes. And it's coming. But it's not now. You understand?\"\n\nThe OPA man scowled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mob drew back from him, making space." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller could feel it like a current against him. It was shifting.\n\n\"Day's coming, hombre,\" the OPA man said. \"You know your side?\"\n\nThe tone was a threat, but there was no power behind it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller took a slow breath. It was over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Always the side of the angels,\" he said. \"Why don't you all go back to work? Show's over here, and we've all got plenty that needs doing.\"\n\nMomentum broken, the mob fell apart. First one and two peeling off from the edges, and then the whole knot untying itself at once." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Five minutes after Miller had arrived, the only signs that anything had happened were Shirtless mewling in a pool of his own blood, the wound on Miller's ear, and the body of the woman fifty good citizens had stood by and watched be beaten to death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was short and wearing the flight suit of a Martian freight line.\n\nOnly one dead. Makes it a good night, Miller thought sourly.\n\nHe went to the fallen man. The OPA tattoo was smeared red. Miller knelt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Friend,\" he said. \"You are under arrest for the murder of that lady over there, whoever the hell she is. You are not required to participate in questioning without the presence of an attorney or union representative, and if you so much as look at me wrong, I'll space you. Do we understand each other?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the look in the man's eyes, Miller knew they did." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding 4 sentences." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden could drink coffee at half a g. Actually sit and hold a mug under his nose and let the aroma drift up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sip it slowly and not burn his tongue. Drinking coffee was one of the activities that didn't make the transition to microgravity well, but at half a g, it was fine.\n\nSo he sat and tried very hard to think about coffee and gravity in the silence of the Knight's tiny galley. Even the normally talkative Alex was quiet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos had set his big handgun on the table and was staring at it with frightening concentration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shed was asleep. Naomi was sitting across the room, drinking tea and keeping one eye on the wall panel next to her. She'd routed ops to it.\n\nAs long as he kept his mind on his coffee, he didn't have to think about Ade giving one last gasp of fear and then turning into a glowing vapor.\n\nAlex ruined it by speaking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"At some point, we need to decide where we're goin',\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden nodded, took a sip of his coffee, and closed his eyes. His muscles vibrated like plucked strings, and his peripheral vision was dappled with points of imaginary light. The first twinges of the post-juice crash were starting, and it was going to be a bad one. He wanted to enjoy these last few moments before the pain hit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's right, Jim,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We can't just fly in a big circle at half a g forever.\"\n\nHolden didn't open his eyes. The darkness behind his lids was bright and active and mildly nauseating.\n\n\"We aren't waiting forever,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're waiting fifty minutes for Saturn Station to call me back and tell me what to do with their ship. The Knight is still P and K property. We're still employees. You wanted me to call for help, I called for help. Now we are waiting to see what that looks like.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shouldn't we start flying toward Saturn Station, then, Boss?\" Amos asked, directing his question at Naomi.\n\nAlex snorted.\n\n\"Not on the Knight's engine. Even if we had the fuel for that trip, which we don't, I don't want to sit in this can for the next three months,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Naw, if we're goin' somewhere, it's gotta be the Belt or Jupiter. We're as close to exactly between 'em as you can get.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I vote we continue on to Ceres,\" Naomi said. \"P and K has offices there. We don't know anyone in the Jupiter complex.\"\n\nWithout opening his eyes, Holden shook his head.\n\n\"No, we wait for them to call us back.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi made an exasperated sound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was funny, he thought, how you could make someone's voice out from the smallest sounds. A cough or a sigh. Or the little gasp right before she died.\n\nHolden sat up and opened his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He placed his coffee mug on the table carefully, with hands that were starting to palsy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't want to fly sunward to Ceres, because that's the direction the torpedo ship went, and your point about chasing them is well taken, Naomi. I don't want to fly out to Jupiter, because we only have the fuel for one trip, and once we fly that direction for a while, we're locked in. We are sitting here and drinking coffee because I need to make a decision, and P and K gets a say in that decision. So we wait for them to answer, and then I decide.\"\n\nHolden got up slowly, carefully, and began moving toward the crew ladder. \"I'm going to crash for a few minutes, let the worst of the shakes wear off. If P and K calls, let me know.\"\n\nHolden popped sedative tabs—thin, bitter pills with an aftertaste like bread mold—but he didn't sleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Over and over, McDowell placed a hand on his arm and called him Jim." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Becca laughed and cursed like a sailor. Cameron bragged about his prowess on the ice.\n\nAde gasped.\n\nHolden had flown the Ceres-to-Saturn circuit on the Canterbury nine times." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two round-trips a year, for almost five years." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Most of the crew had been there the entire time. Flying on the Cant might be the bottom of the barrel, but that meant there was nowhere else to go. People stayed, made the ship their home. After the near-constant duty transfers of the navy, he appreciated stability." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Made it his home too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "McDowell said something he couldn't quite make out. The Cant groaned like she was under a hard burn.\n\nAde smiled and winked at him.\n\nThe worst leg cramp in history hit every muscle in his body at once." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden bit down hard on his rubber mouth guard, screaming." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pain brought an oblivion that was almost a relief. His mind shut off, drowned out by the needs of his body. Fortunately or not, the drugs started to kick in. His muscles unknotted. His nerves stopped screaming, and consciousness returned like a reluctant schoolboy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His jaw ached as he pulled out the guard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd worn toothmarks in the rubber.\n\nIn the dim blue cabin light, he thought about the kind of man who followed an order to kill a civilian ship.\n\nHe'd done some things in the navy that had kept him awake nights. He'd followed some orders he vehemently disagreed with." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But to lock on to a civilian ship with fifty people aboard and press the button that launched six nuclear weapons?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would have refused. If his commanding officer had insisted, he'd have declared it an illegal order and demanded that the executive officer take control of the ship and arrest the captain. They'd have had to shoot him to get him away from the weapon post.\n\nHe'd known the sort of people who would have followed the order, though." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He told himself that they were sociopaths and animals, no better than pirates who'd board your ship, strip your engine, and take your air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That they weren't human.\n\nBut even as he nursed his hatred, drug-hazed rage offering its nihilistic comforts, he couldn't believe they were idiots. The itch at the back of his head was still Why? What does anyone gain from killing an ice hauler?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Who gets paid? Someone always gets paid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm going to find you. I'm going to find you and end you. But before I do, I am going to make you explain.\n\nThe second wave of pharmaceuticals exploded in his bloodstream." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was hot and limp, his veins filled with syrup." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just before the tabs finally knocked him out, Ade smiled and winked.\n\nAnd blew away like dust.\n\nThe comm beeped at him. Naomi's voice said, \"Jim, the P and K response finally came in. Want me to send it down there?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden struggled to make sense of the words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blinked. Something was wrong with his bunk. With the ship. Slowly, he remembered.\n\n\"Jim?\"\n\n\"No,\" he said. \"I want to watch it up in ops with you. How long was I out?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Three hours,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jesus. They took their sweet time getting back to us, didn't they?\"\n\nHolden rolled out of his couch and wiped off the crust that held his eyelashes together. He'd been weeping in his sleep. He told himself it was from the juice crash." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The deep ache in his chest was only stressed cartilage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What were you doing for three hours before you called us back? he wondered.\n\nNaomi waited for him at the comm station, a man's face frozen mid-word on the screen in front of her. He seemed familiar.\n\n\"That isn't the operations manager.\"\n\n\"Nope. It's the P and K legal counsel on Saturn Station. The one who gave that speech after the crackdown on supply pilfering?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi said. \"'Stealing from us is stealing from you.' That one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lawyer,\" Holden said with a grimace. \"This is going to be bad news, then.\"\n\nNaomi restarted the message. The lawyer sprang into motion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"James Holden, this is Wallace Fitz calling from Saturn Station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We've received your request for help, and your report of the incident. We've also received your broadcast accusing Mars of destroying the Canterbury. This was, to say the least, ill advised. The Martian representative on Saturn Station was in my office not five minutes after your broadcast was received, and the MCR is quite upset by what they view as unfounded accusations of piracy by their government." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"To further investigate this matter, and to aid in discovering the true wrongdoers, if any, the MCRN is dispatching one of their ships from the Jupiter system to pick you up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The MCRN Donnager is the name of this vessel. Your orders from P and K are as follows: You will fly at best possible speed to the Jupiter system. You will cooperate fully with instructions given you by the MCRN Donnager, or by any officer of the Martian Congressional Republic Navy. You will assist the MCRN in their investigation into the destruction of the Canterbury." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You will refrain from any further broadcasting except to us or the Donnager." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you fail to follow these instructions from the company and from the government of Mars, your contract with P and K will be terminated, and you will be considered in illegal possession of a P and K shuttle craft. We will then prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law.\n\n\"Wallace Fitz out.\"\n\nHolden frowned at the monitor, then shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I never said Mars did it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You sort of did,\" Naomi replied.\n\n\"I didn't say anything that wasn't entirely factual and backed up by the data I transmitted, and I engaged in no speculation about those facts.\"\n\n\"So,\" Naomi said. \"What do we do?\"\n\n\"No fucking way,\" Amos said. \"No fucking way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The galley was a small space." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The five of them filled it uncomfortably. The gray laminate walls showed whorls of bright scrapes where mold had grown once and been cleaned off with microwaves and steel wool. Shed sat with his back against the wall, Naomi across the table. Alex stood in the doorway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos had started pacing along the back—two fast paces, then a turn—before the lawyer had finished his first sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not happy about it either. But that's the word from the home office,\" Holden said, pointing at the galley's display screen. \"Didn't mean to get you guys in trouble.\"\n\n\"No problem, Holden. I still think you did the right thing,\" Shed replied, running one hand through his limp blond hair. \"So what do you think the Martians will do with us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm thinking pull our fucking toes off until Holden goes back on the radio and says it wasn't them,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What in the holy hell is this? They attacked us, and now we're supposed to cooperate? They killed the captain!\"\n\n\"Amos,\" Holden said.\n\n\"Sorry, Holden. Captain,\" Amos said. \"But Jesus wept. We're getting fucked here and not the nice way. We're not gonna do this, are we?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't want to disappear into some Martian prison ship forever,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The way I see it, we have two options. Either we go along with this, which is basically throwing ourselves on their mercy. Or we run, try to make it to the Belt and hide.\"\n\n\"I'm voting for the Belt,\" Naomi said, her arms crossed. Amos raised a hand, seconding the motion. Shed slowly raised his own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know the Donnager,\" he said. \"She's not some rock hopper. She's the flagship for the MCRN's Jupiter fleet. Battleship. Quarter million tons of bad news. You ever serve on a ship that size?\"\n\n\"No. I wasn't on anything bigger than a destroyer,\" Holden replied.\n\n\"I served on the Bandon, with the home fleet. We can't go anywhere that a ship like that can't find us. She's got four main engines, each one bigger than our whole ship. She's designed for long periods at high g with every sailor on board juiced to the gills. We can't run, sir, and even if we did, her sensor package could track a golf ball and hit it with a torpedo from half the solar system away.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, fuck that, sir,\" Amos said, standing up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"These Martian needle dicks blew up the Cant! I say run. At least make it hard for them.\"\n\nNaomi put one hand on Amos' forearm, and the big mechanic paused, shook his head, and sat down. The galley was silent. Holden wondered if McDowell had ever had to make a call like this, and what the old man would have done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jim, this is your decision,\" she said, but her eyes were hard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No, what you are going to do is get the remaining four members of your crew to safety. And that's all.\n\nHolden nodded and tapped his fingers against his lips.\n\n\"P and K doesn't have our back on this one. We probably can't get away, but I don't want to disappear either,\" Holden said. And then: \"I think we go, but we don't go quietly. Why don't we go disobey the spirit of an order?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi finished working on the comm panel, her hair now floating around her like a black cloud in the zero g." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, Jim, I'm dumping every watt into the comm array. They'll be getting this loud and clear all the way out to Titania,\" she said.\n\nHolden reached up to run one hand through his sweat-plastered hair. In the null gravity, that just made it stick straight out in every direction. He zipped up his flight suit and pressed the record button." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is James Holden, formerly of the Canterbury, now on the shuttle Knight. We are cooperating with an investigation into who destroyed the Canterbury and, as part of that cooperation, are agreeing to be taken aboard your ship, the MCRN Donnager. We hope that this cooperation means that we will not be held prisoner or harmed. Any such action would only serve to reinforce the idea that the Canterbury was destroyed by a Martian vessel. James Holden out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden leaned back. \"Naomi, send that out broadband.\"\n\n\"That's a dirty trick, Boss,\" said Alex. \"Pretty hard to disappear us now.\"\n\n\"I believe in the ideal of the transparent society, Mr. Kamal,\" said Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex grinned, pushed off, and floated down the gangway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi tapped the comm panel, making a small, satisfied sound in the back of her throat.\n\n\"Naomi,\" Holden said. She turned, her hair waving lazily, like they were both drowning. \"If this goes badly, I need you... I need you to...\"\n\n\"Throw you to the wolves,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Blame everything on you and get the others back to Saturn Station safely.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Holden said. \"Don't play the hero.\"\n\nShe let the words hang in the air until the last of the irony leeched out of them.\n\n\"Hadn't crossed my mind, sir,\" she said.\n\n\"Knight, this is Captain Theresa Yao of the MCRN Donnager,\" said the severe-looking woman on the comm screen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Message received. Please refrain from further general broadcasts. My navigator will be sending course information shortly. Follow that course exactly. Yao out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex laughed.\n\n\"I think you pissed her off,\" he said. \"Got the course info. They'll be picking us up in thirteen days. Give her time to really stew on it.\"\n\n\"Thirteen days before I'm clapped in irons and have needles shoved under my fingernails,\" Holden sighed, leaning back in his couch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, best begin our flight toward imprisonment and torture. You may lock in the transmitted course, Mr. Kamal.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Roger that, Cap—Huh,\" said Alex.\n\n\"A problem?\"\n\n\"Well, the Knight just did her pre-burn sweep for collision objects,\" Alex said. \"And we have six Belt objects on an intercept course.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Belt objects?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fast contacts with no transponder signal,\" Alex replied. \"Ships, but flyin' dark. They'll catch us just about two days before the Donnager does.\"\n\nHolden pulled up the display. Six small signatures, yellow-orange shifting toward red. Heavy burn." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well,\" Holden said to the screen." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And who the hell are you?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like James S. A. Corey would" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aggression against the Belt is what Earth and Mars survive on. Our weakness is their strength,\" the masked woman said from Miller's terminal screen. The split circle of the OPA draped behind her, like something painted on a sheet. \"Don't be afraid of them. Their only power is your fear.\"\n\n\"Well, that and a hundred or so gunships,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"From what I hear,\" Miller said, \"if you clap your hands and say you believe, they can't shoot you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have to try that sometime.\"\n\n\"We must rise up!\" the woman said, her voice growing shrill. \"We have to take our destiny before it is taken from us! Remember the Canterbury!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller shut the viewer down and leaned back in his chair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The station was at its change-of-shift surge, voices raised one over the other as the previous round of cops brought the incoming ones up to speed. The smell of fresh coffee competed with cigarette smoke.\n\n\"There's maybe a dozen like her,\" Havelock said, nodding toward the dead terminal screen. \"She's my favorite, though. There're times I swear she's actually foaming at the mouth.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How many more files?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller asked, and his partner shrugged.\n\n\"Two, three hundred,\" Havelock said, and took a drag on his cigarette. He'd started smoking again. \"Every few hours, there's a new one. They aren't coming from one place. Sometimes they're broadcast on the radio. Sometimes the files show up on public partitions. Orlan found some guys at a portside bar passing out those little VR squids like they were pamphlets.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She bust them?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Havelock said as if it was no big deal.\n\nA week had passed since James Holden, self-appointed martyr, had proudly announced that he and his crew were going to go talk to someone from the Martian navy instead of just slinging shit and implications. The footage of the Canterbury's death was everywhere, debates raging over every frame. The log files that documented the incident were perfectly legitimate, or they were obviously doctored." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The torpedoes that had slaughtered the hauler were nukes or standard pirate fare that breached the drive by mistake, or it was all artifice lifted from old stock footage to cover up what had really killed the Cant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The riots had lasted for three days on and off, like a fire hot enough to reignite every time the air pumped back in. The administrative offices reopened under heavy security, but they reopened. The ports fell behind, but they were catching up. The shirtless bastard who Miller had ordered shot was in the Star Helix detainment infirmary, getting new knees, filling out protests against Miller, and preparing for his murder trial." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Six hundred cubic meters of nitrogen had gone missing from a warehouse in sector fifteen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An unlicensed whore had been beaten up and locked in a storage unit; as soon as she was done giving evidence about her attackers, she'd be arrested. They'd caught the kids who'd been breaking the surveillance cameras on level sixteen. Superficially, everything was business as usual.\n\nOnly superficially." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Miller had started working homicide, one of the things that had struck him was the surreal calm of the victims' families." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People who had just lost wives, husbands, children, and lovers. People whose lives had just been branded by violence. More often than not, they were calmly offering drinks and answering questions, making the detectives feel welcome. A civilian coming in unaware might have mistaken them for whole." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was only in the careful way they held themselves and the extra quarter second it took their eyes to focus that Miller could see how deep the damage was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ceres Station was holding itself carefully. Its eyes were taking a quarter second longer to focus. Middle-class people—storekeepers, maintenance workers, computer techs—were avoiding him on the tube the way petty criminals did. Conversations died when Miller came near." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the station, the sense of being under siege was growing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A month earlier, Miller and Havelock, Cobb and Richter, and the rest had been the steadying hand of the law. Now they were employees of an Earth-based security contractor.\n\nThe difference was subtle, but it was deep. It made him want to stand taller, to show with his body that he was a Belter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That he belonged there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It made him want to win people's good opinion back. Let by a bunch of guys passing out virtual reality propaganda with a warning, maybe.\n\nIt wasn't a smart impulse.\n\n\"What've we got on the board?\" Miller asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Two burglaries that look like that same ring,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That domestic dispute from last week still needs the report closed up. There was a pretty good assault over by Nakanesh Import Consortium, but Shaddid was talking to Dyson and Patel about that, so it's probably spoken for already.\"\n\n\"So you want...\"\n\nHavelock looked up and out to cover the fact that he was looking away. It was something he'd been doing more often since things had gone to shit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We've really got to get the reports done,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not just the domestic. There're four or five folders that are only still open because they need to be crossed and dotted.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Miller said.\n\nSince the riots, he'd watched everyone in a bar get served before Havelock. He'd seen how the other cops from Shaddid down went out of their way to reassure Miller that he was one of the good guys, a tacit apology for saddling him with an Earther." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he'd seen Havelock see it too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It made Miller want to protect the man, to let Havelock spend his days in the safety of paperwork and station house coffee. Help the man pretend that he wasn't hated for the gravity he'd grown up in.\n\nThat wasn't a smart impulse either.\n\n\"What about your bullshit case?\" Havelock asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock held up a folder. The Julie Mao case. The kidnap job. The sideshow. Miller nodded and rubbed his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone at the front of the station house yelped. Someone else laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, no,\" Miller said. \"Haven't touched it.\"\n\nHavelock grinned and held it out to him. Miller accepted the file, flipped it open. The eighteen-year-old grinned out at him with perfect teeth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't want to saddle you with all the desk driving,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, you're not the one that kept me off that one. That was Shaddid's call. And anyway... it's just paperwork. Never killed anyone. You feel guilty about it, you can buy me a beer after work.\"\n\nMiller tapped the case against the corner of his desk, the small impacts settling the contents against the folder's spine.\n\n\"Right,\" he said. \"I'll go do some follow-up on the bullshit. I'll be back by lunch, write something up to keep the boss happy.\"\n\n\"I'll be here,\" Havelock said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, as Miller rose: \"Hey. Look. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure, but I also don't want you to hear it someplace else...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Put in for a transfer?\" Miller said.\n\n\"Yeah. Talked to some of those Protogen contractors that passed through. They say their Ganymede office is looking for a new lead investigator. And I thought...\" Havelock shrugged.\n\n\"It's a good move,\" Miller said.\n\n\"Just want to go someplace with a sky, even if you look at it through domes,\" Havelock said, and all the bluff masculinity of police work couldn't keep the wistfulness out of his voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a good move,\" Miller said again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Juliette Andromeda Mao's hole was in the ninth level of a fourteen-tiered tunnel near the port. The great inverted V was almost half a kilometer wide at the top, and no more than a standard tube width at the bottom, the retrofit of one of a dozen reaction mass chambers from the years before the asteroid had been given its false gravity. Now thousands of cheap holes burrowed into the walls, hundreds on each level, heading straight back like shotgun shacks. Kids played on the terraced streets, shrieking and laughing at nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone at the bottom was flying a kite in the constant gentle spin breeze, the bright Mylar diamond swerving and bucking in the microturbulence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller checked his terminal against the numbers painted on the wall. 5151-I. Home sweet home to the poor little rich girl.\n\nHe keyed his override, and the dirty green door popped its seals and let him pass.\n\nThe hole canted up into the body of the station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Three small rooms: general living space at the front, then a bedroom hardly larger than the cot it contained, then a stall with shower, toilet, and half sink all within elbow distance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a standard design. He'd seen it a thousand times.\n\nMiller stood for a minute, not looking at anything in particular, listening to the reassuring hiss of air cycling through ductwork. He reserved judgment, waiting as the back of his head built an impression of the place and, through it, of the girl who'd lived there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Spartan was the wrong word." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The place was simple, yes. The only decorations were a small framed watercolor of a slightly abstracted woman's face over the table in the front room and a cluster of playing-card-sized plaques over the cot in the bedroom. He leaned close to read the small script. A formal award granting Julie Mao—not Juliette—purple belt status by the Ceres Center for Jiu Jitsu." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another stepping her up to brown belt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were two years apart. Tough school, then. He put his fingers on the empty space on the wall where one for black could go. There was none of the affectation—no stylized throwing stars or imitation swords. Just a small acknowledgment that Julie Mao had done what she had done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gave her points for that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The drawers had two changes of clothes, one of heavy canvas and denim and one of blue linen with a silk scarf. One for work, one for play. It was less than Miller owned, and he was hardly a clotheshorse.\n\nWith her socks and underwear was a wide armband with the split circle of the OPA." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not a surprise, for a girl who'd turned her back on wealth and privilege to live in a dump like this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The refrigerator had two takeaway boxes filled with spoiled food and a bottle of local beer.\n\nMiller hesitated, then took the beer. He sat at the table and pulled up the hole's built-in terminal. True to Shaddid's word, Julie's partition opened to Miller's password." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The custom background was a racing pinnace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The interface was customized in small, legible iconography. Communication, entertainment, work, personal. Elegant. That was the word. Not Spartan, but elegant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paged quickly through her professional files, letting his mind take in an overview, just as he had with the whole living space." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There would be time for rigor, and a first impression was usually more useful than an encyclopedia. She had training videos on several different light transport craft. Some political archives, but nothing that raised a flag. A scanned volume of poetry by some of the first settlers in the Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He shifted to her personal correspondence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was all kept as neat and controlled as a Belter's. All incoming messages were filtered to subfolders. Work, Personal, Broadcast, Shopping. He popped open Broadcast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two or three hundred political newsfeeds, discussion group digests, bulletins and announcements." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A few had been viewed here and there, but nothing with any sort of religious observation. Julie was the kind of woman who would sacrifice for a cause, but not the kind who'd take joy in reading the propaganda. Miller filed that away.\n\nShopping was a long tracking of simple merchant messages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some receipts, some announcements, some requests for goods and services." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A cancellation for a Belt-based singles circle caught his eye. Miller re-sorted for related correspondence. Julie had signed up for the \"low g, low pressure\" dating service in February of the previous year and canceled in June without having used it.\n\nThe Personal folder was more diverse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At a rough guess there were sixty or seventy subfolders broken down by name." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some were people—Sascha Lloyd-Navarro, Ehren Michaels. Others were private notations—Sparring Circle, OPA.\n\nBullshit Guilt Trips.\n\n\"Well, this could be interesting,\" he said to the empty hole." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fifty messages dating back five years, all marked as originating at the Mao-Kwikowski Mercantile stations in the Belt and on Luna." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unlike the political tracts, all but one had been opened.\n\nMiller took a pull from the beer and considered the most recent two messages. The most recent, still unread, was from JPM. Jules-Pierre Mao, at a guess." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The one immediately before it showed three drafted replies, none of them sent." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was from Ariadne. The mother.\n\nThere was always an element of voyeurism in being a detective. It was legal for him to be here, poking through the private life of a woman he'd never met. It was part of his legitimate investigation to know that she was lonely, that the only toiletries in her bathroom were her own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That she was proud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one would have any complaints to make, or at least any that carried repercussions for his job, if he read every private message on her partition. Drinking her beer was the most ethically suspect thing he'd done since he'd come in.\n\nAnd still he hesitated for a few seconds before opening the second-to-last message.\n\nThe screen shifted. On better equipment, it would have been indistinguishable from ink on paper, but Julie's cheap system shuddered at the thinnest lines and leaked a soft glow at the left edge." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The handwriting was delicate and legible, either done with a calligraphic software good enough to vary letter shape and line width, or else handwritten." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sweetheart:\n\nI hope everything's going well for you. I wish you would write to me on your own sometimes. I feel like I have to put in a request in triplicate just to hear how my own daughter is doing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I know this adventure of yours is all about freedom and self-reliance, but surely there's still room in there to be considerate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I wanted to get in touch with you especially because your father is going through one of his consolidation phases again, and we're thinking of selling the Razorback. I know it was important to you once, but I suppose we've all given up on your racing again. It's just racking up storage fees now, and there's no call to be sentimental.\n\nIt was signed with the flowing initials AM." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller considered the words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Somehow he'd expected the parental extortions of the very rich to be more subtle. If you don't do as we say, we'll get rid of your toys. If you don't write. If you don't come home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you don't love us." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller opened the first incomplete draft.\n\nMother, if that's what you call yourself:\n\nThank you so much for dropping yet another turd onto my day. I can't believe how selfish and petty and crude you are." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I can't believe you sleep at night or that you ever thought I could" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller skimmed the rest. The tone seemed consistent. The second draft reply was dated two days later. He skipped to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mom:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm sorry we've been so estranged these last few years. I know it's been hard for you and for Daddy. I hope you can see that the decisions I've made were never meant to hurt either of you.\n\nAbout the Razorback, I wish you'd reconsider." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She's my first boat, and I" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It stopped there. Miller leaned back.\n\n\"Steady on, kid,\" he said to the imaginary Julie, then opened the last draft.\n\nAriadne:\n\nDo what you have to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Julie" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller laughed and raised his bottle to the screen in toast. They'd known how to hit her where it hurt, and Julie had taken the blow. If he ever caught her and shipped her back, it was going to be a bad day for both of them. All of them.\n\nHe finished the beer, dropped the bottle into the recycling chute, and opened the last message." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He more than half dreaded learning the final fate of the Razorback, but it was his job to know as much as he could." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Julie:\n\nThis is not a joke. This is not one of your mother's drama fits. I have solid information that the Belt is about to be a very unsafe place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever differences we have we can work out later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY COME HOME NOW.\n\nMiller frowned. The air recycler hummed. Outside, the local kids whistled high and loud. He tapped the screen, closing the last Bullshit Guilt Trip message, then opened it again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It had been sent from Luna, two weeks before James Holden and the Canterbury raised the specter of war between Mars and the Belt." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This sideshow was getting interesting." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide 4 sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The ships are still not responding,\" Naomi said, punching a key sequence on the comm panel.\n\n\"I didn't think they would. But I want to show the Donnager that we're worried about being followed. It's all covering our asses at this point,\" Holden said.\n\nNaomi's spine popped as she stretched. Holden pulled a protein bar out of the box in his lap and threw it at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Eat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She peeled the wrapping off while Amos clambered up the ladder and threw himself into the couch next to her. His coverall was so filthy it shined. Just as with the others, three days on the cramped shuttle hadn't helped his personal hygiene. Holden reached up and scratched his own greasy hair with distaste." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Knight was too small for showers, and the zero-g sinks were too small to stick your head in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos had solved the hair-washing problem by shaving all of his off. Now he just had a ring of stubble around his bald spot. Somehow, Naomi's hair stayed shiny and mostly oil free. Holden wondered how she did that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Toss me some chow, XO,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Captain,\" Naomi corrected.\n\nHolden threw a protein bar at him too. Amos snatched it from the air, then considered the long, thin package with distaste.\n\n\"Goddamn, Boss, I'd give my left nut for food that didn't look like a dildo,\" Amos said, then tapped his food against Naomi's in mock toast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell me about our water,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I've been crawling around between hulls all day. I've tightened everything that can be tightened, and slapped epoxy on anything that can't, so we aren't dripping anywhere.\"\n\n\"It'll still be right down to the wire, Jim,\" Naomi said. \"The Knight's recycling systems are crap. She was never intended to process five people's worth of waste back into potables for two weeks.\"\n\n\"Down to the wire, I can handle. We'll just learn to live with each other's stink. I was worried about 'nowhere near enough.'\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Speaking of which, I'm gonna head to my rack and spray on some more deodorant,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"After all day crawling in the ship's guts, my stink's even keeping me awake tonight.\"\n\nAmos swallowed the last of his food and smacked his lips with mock relish, then climbed out of his couch and headed down the crew ladder. Holden took a bite of his own bar. It tasted like greased cardboard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's Shed up to?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he asked. \"He's been pretty quiet.\"\n\nNaomi, frowning, put her half-eaten bar down on the comm panel.\n\n\"I wanted to talk to you about that. He's not doing well, Jim. Out of all of us, he's having the hardest time with... what's happened. You and Alex were both navy men. They train you to deal with losing shipmates. Amos has been flying so long this is actually the third ship that's gone down under him, if you can believe that.\"\n\n\"And you are made entirely of cast iron and titanium,\" Holden said, only pretending to joke." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not entirely. Eighty, ninety percent. Tops,\" Naomi said with a half smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seriously, though. I think you should talk to him.\"\n\n\"And say what? I'm no psychiatrist. The navy version of this speech involves duty and honorable sacrifice and avenging fallen comrades. Doesn't work as well when your friends have been murdered for no apparent reason and there's essentially no chance you can do anything about it.\"\n\n\"I didn't say you had to fix him. I said you needed to talk to him.\"\n\nHolden got up from his couch with a salute." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At the ladder he paused. \"Again, thank you, Naomi. I'd really—\"\n\n\"I know. Go be the captain,\" she said, turning back to her panel and calling up the ship ops screen. \"I'll keep waving at the neighbors.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden found Shed in the Knight's tiny sick bay." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Really more a sick closet. Other than a reinforced cot, the cabinets of supplies, and a half dozen pieces of wall-mounted equipment, there was just enough room for one stool stuck to the floor on magnetic feet. Shed was sitting on it.\n\n\"Hey, buddy, mind if I come in?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden asked. Did I actually say 'Hey, buddy'?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shed shrugged and pulled up an inventory screen on the wall panel, opening various drawers and staring at the contents. Pretending he'd been in the middle of something.\n\n\"Look, Shed. This thing with the Canterbury has really hit everyone hard, and you've—\" Holden said. Shed turned, holding up a white squeeze tube." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Three percent acetic acid solution. Didn't realize we had this out here. The Cant's run out, and I've got three people with GW who could really use it. Why'd they put it on the Knight, I wonder,\" Shed said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"GW?\" was all Holden could think to reply.\n\n\"Genital warts. Acetic acid solution is the treatment for any visible warts. Burns 'em off. Hurts like hell, but it does the job. No reason to keep it on the shuttle. Medical inventory is always so messed up.\"\n\nHolden opened his mouth to speak, found nothing to say, and closed it again.\n\n\"We've got acetic acid cream,\" Shed said, his voice increasingly shrill, \"but no elemcet for pain. Which do you think you'd need more on a rescue shuttle? If we'd found anyone on that wreck with a bad case of GW, we'd have been set. A broken bone? You're out of luck. Just suck it up.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Look, Shed,\" Holden said, trying to break in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, and look at this. No coagulant booster. What the hell? Hey, no chance anyone on a rescue mission could, you know, start bleeding. Catch a case of red bumps on your crank, sure, but bleeding? No way! I mean, we've got four cases of syphilis on the Cant right now. One of the oldest diseases in the book, and we still can't get rid of it. I tell those guys, 'The hookers on Saturn Station are banging every ice bucker on the circuit, so put the glove on,' but do they listen? No. So here we are with syphilis and not enough ciprofloxacin.\"\n\nHolden felt his jaw slide forward. He gripped the side of the hatch and leaned into the room.\n\n\"Everyone on the Cant is dead,\" Holden said, making each word clear and strong and brutal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Everyone is dead. No one needs the antibiotics. No one needs wart cream.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shed stopped talking, and all the air went out of him like he'd been gut punched. He closed the drawers in the supply cabinet and turned off the inventory screen with small precise movements.\n\n\"I know,\" he said in a quiet voice. \"I'm not stupid. I just need some time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We all do. But we're stuck in this tiny can together. I'll be honest, I came down here because Naomi is worried about you, but now that I'm here, you're freaking me the hell out. That's okay, because I'm the captain now and it's my job. But I can't have you freaking Alex or Amos out. We're ten days from being grabbed by a Martian battleship, and that's scary enough without the doctor falling apart.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm not a doctor, I'm just a tech,\" Shed said, his voice very small.\n\n\"You're our doctor, okay? To the four of us here with you on this ship, you're our doctor. If Alex starts having post-traumatic stress episodes and needs meds to keep it together, he'll come to you. If you're down here jabbering about warts, he'll turn around and go back up to the cockpit and just do a really bad job of flying. You want to cry? Do it with all of us. We'll sit together in the galley and get drunk and cry like babies, but we'll do it together where it's safe. No more hiding down here.\"\n\nShed nodded.\n\n\"Can we do that?\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do what?\" Holden asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get drunk and cry like babies?\"\n\n\"Hell yes. That is officially on the schedule for tonight. Report to the galley at twenty hundred hours, Mr. Garvey. Bring a cup.\"\n\nShed started to reply when the general comm clicked on and Naomi said, \"Jim, come back up to ops.\"\n\nHolden gripped Shed's shoulder for a moment, then left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In ops, Naomi had the comm screen up again and was speaking to Alex in low tones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pilot was shaking his head and frowning. A map glowed on her screen.\n\n\"What's up?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"We're getting a tightbeam, Jim. It locked on and started transmitting just a couple minutes ago,\" Naomi replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"From the Donnager?\" The Martian battleship was the only thing he could think of that might be inside laser communications range." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. From the Belt,\" Naomi said. \"And not from Ceres, or Eros, or Pallas either. None of the big stations.\"\n\nShe pointed at a small dot on her display.\n\n\"It's coming from here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's empty space,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nope. Alex checked. It's the site of a big construction project Tycho is working on. Not a lot of detail on it, but radar returns are pretty strong.\"\n\n\"Something out there has a comm array that'll put a dot the size of your anus on us from over three AU away,\" Alex said.\n\n\"Okay, wow, that's impressive. What is our anus-sized dot saying?\" Holden asked.\n\n\"You'll never believe this,\" Naomi said, and turned on the playback." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A dark-skinned man with the heavy facial bones of an Earther appeared on the screen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hair was graying, and his neck was ropy with old muscle. He smiled and said, \"Hello, James Holden. My name is Fred Johnson.\"\n\nHolden hit the pause button.\n\n\"This guy looks familiar. Search the ship's database for that name,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi didn't move; she just stared at him with a puzzled look on her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" he said.\n\n\"That's Frederick Johnson,\" she said.\n\n\"Okay.\"\n\n\"Colonel Frederick Lucius Johnson.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pause might have been a second; it might have been an hour." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jesus,\" was all Holden could think to say.\n\nThe man on the screen had once been among the most decorated officers in the UN military, and ended up one of its most embarrassing failures. To Belters, he was the Earther Sheriff of Nottingham who'd turned into Robin Hood. To Earth, he was the hero who'd fallen from grace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fred Johnson started his rise to fame with a series of high-profile captures of Belt pirates during one of the periods of tension between Earth and Mars that seemed to ramp up every few decades and then fade away again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whenever the system's two superpowers rattled their sabers at each other, crime in the Belt rose. Colonel Johnson—Captain Johnson at the time—and his small wing of three missile frigates destroyed a dozen pirate ships and two major bases in a two-year span. By the time the Coalition had stopped bickering, piracy was actually down in the Belt, and Fred Johnson was the name on everyone's lips. He was promoted and given command over the Coalition marine division tasked with policing the Belt, where he continued to serve with distinction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Until Anderson Station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A tiny shipping depot almost on the opposite side of the Belt from the major port Ceres, most people, including most Belters, would not have been able to find Anderson Station on a map. Its only importance was as a minor distribution station for water and air in one of the sparsest stretches of the Belt. Fewer than a million Belters got their air from Anderson.\n\nGustav Marconi, a career Coalition bureaucrat on the station, decided to implement a 3-percent handling surcharge on shipments passing through the station in hopes of raising the bottom line." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Less than 5 percent of the Belters buying their air from Anderson were living bottle to mouth, so just under fifty thousand Belters might have to spend one day of each month not breathing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only a small percentage of those fifty thousand lacked the leeway in their recycling systems to cover this minor shortfall. Of those, only a small portion felt that armed revolt was the correct course.\n\nWhich was why of the million affected, only 170 armed Belters came to the station, took over, and threw Marconi out an airlock. They demanded a government guarantee that no further handling surcharges would be added to the price of air and water coming through the station." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Coalition sent Colonel Johnson." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "During the Massacre of Anderson Station, the Belters kept the station cameras rolling, broadcasting to the solar system the entire time. Everyone watched as Coalition marines fought a long, gruesome corridor-to-corridor battle against men with nothing to lose and no reason to surrender. The Coalition won—it was a foregone conclusion—but it took three days of broadcast slaughter. The iconic image of the video was not one of the fighting, but the last image the station cameras caught before they were cut off: Colonel Johnson in station ops, surrounded by the corpses of the Belters who'd made their last stand there, surveying the carnage with a flat stare and hands limp at his sides." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The UN tried to keep Colonel Johnson's resignation quiet, but he was too much a public figure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The video of the battle dominated the nets for weeks, only displaced when the former Colonel Johnson made a public statement apologizing for the massacre and announcing that the relationship between the Belt and the inner planets was untenable and heading toward ever greater tragedy.\n\nThen he vanished. He was almost forgotten, a footnote in the history of human carnage, until the Pallas colony revolt four years later. This time refinery metalworkers kicked the Coalition governor off station. Instead of a tiny way station with 170 rebels, it was a major Belt rock with more than 150,000 people on it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the Coalition ordered in the marines, everyone expected a bloodbath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Colonel Johnson came out of nowhere and talked the metalworkers down; he talked the Coalition commanders into holding back the marines until the station could be handed over peacefully. He spent more than a year negotiating with the Coalition governor to improve working conditions in the refineries. And suddenly, the Butcher of Anderson Station was a Belt hero and an icon.\n\nAn icon who was beaming private messages to the Knight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden hit the play button, and that Fred Johnson said, \"Mr. Holden, I think you're being played." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Let me say straight out that I am speaking to you as an official representative of the Outer Planets Alliance. I don't know what you've heard, but we aren't all a bunch of cowboys itching for a chance to shoot our way to freedom. I've spent the last ten years working to make life for the Belters better without anyone getting shot. I believe in this idea so deeply that I gave up my Earth citizenship when I came out here." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I tell you that so you'll know how invested I am." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I may be the one person in the solar system who wants war the least, and my voice is loud in OPA councils.\n\n\"You may have heard some of the broadcasts beating on the war drums and calling for revenge against Mars for what happened to your ship. I've talked to every OPA cell leader I know, and no one's claiming responsibility.\n\n\"Someone is working very hard to start a war." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If it's Mars, then when you get on that ship, you'll never say another word in public that isn't fed to you by Martian handlers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I don't want to think it is Mars. I can't see how they would get anything out of a war. So my hope is that even after the Donnager picks you up, you can still be a player in what follows.\n\n\"I am sending you a keyword." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Next time you broadcast publicly, use the word ubiquitous within the first sentence of the broadcast to signal that you're not being coerced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Don't use it, and I'll assume you are. Either way, I want you to know you have allies in the Belt.\n\n\"I don't know who or what you were before, but your voice matters now. If you want to use that voice to make things better, I will do anything I can to help you do it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If you get free, contact me at the address that follows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I think maybe you and I have a lot to talk about.\n\n\"Johnson out.\"\n\nThe crew sat in the galley drinking a bottle of ersatz tequila Amos had scrounged from somewhere. Shed was politely sipping from a small cup of it and trying to hide his grimace each time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex and Amos drank like sailors: a finger full in the bottom of the cup, tossed back all at once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex had a habit of saying \"Hooboy!\" after each shot. Amos just used a different profanity each time. He was up to his eleventh shot and so far had not repeated himself.\n\nHolden stared at Naomi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She swirled the tequila in her cup and stared back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He found himself wondering what sort of genetic mashup had produced her features. Definitely some African and South American in there. Her last name hinted at Japanese ancestry, which was only barely visible, as a slight epicanthic fold. She'd never be conventionally pretty, but from the right angle she was actually fairly striking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shit, I'm drunker than I thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To cover, he said, \"So...\"\n\n\"So Colonel Johnson is calling you now. Quite the important man you've become, sir,\" Naomi replied.\n\nAmos put down his cup with exaggerated care.\n\n\"Been meaning to ask about that, sir. Any chance we might take up his offer of help and just head back to the Belt?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "he said. \"Don't know about you, but with the Martian battleship in front, and the half dozen mystery ships behind, it's starting to feel pretty fuckin' crowded out here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex snorted. \"Are you kidding? If we flipped now, we'd be just about stopped by the time the Donnager caught up to us. She's burnin' the furniture to catch us before the Belter ships do. If we start headin' their direction, the Donnie might take that as a sign we've switched teams, frag the whole lot of us.\"\n\n\"I agree with Mr. Kamal,\" Holden said. \"We've picked our course and we're going to see it through. I won't be losing Fred's contact information anytime soon. Speaking of which, have you deleted his message yet, Naomi?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. Scrubbed it from the ship's memory with steel wool. The Martians will never know he talked to us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden nodded and unzipped his jumpsuit a little further." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The galley was starting to feel very hot with five drunk people in it. Naomi raised an eyebrow at his days-old T-shirt. Embarrassed, he zipped back up.\n\n\"Those ships don't make any sense to me, Boss,\" Alex said." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write four sentences sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Captain Shaddid tapped the tip of her middle finger against her thumb when she started getting annoyed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a small sound, soft as a cat's paws, but ever since Miller first noticed her habit, it had seemed louder. Quiet as it was, it could fill her office.\n\n\"Miller,\" she said, smiling as if she meant it. \"We're all on edge these days. These have been hard, hard times.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" Miller said, lowering his head like a fullback determined to muscle his way through all defenders, \"but I think this is important enough to deserve closer—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's a favor for a shareholder,\" Shaddid said. \"Her father got jumpy. There's no reason to think he meant Mars blasting the Canterbury. Tariffs are going up again. There was a mine blowout on one of the Red Moon operations. Eros is having trouble with their yeast farm. We don't go through a day without something happening in the Belt that would make a daddy scared for his precious little flower.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir, but the timing—\"\n\nHer fingers upped tempo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller bit his lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cause was lost.\n\n\"Don't go chasing conspiracies,\" Shaddid said. \"We've got a full board of crimes we know are real. Politics, war, system-wide cabals of inner planet bad guys searching for ways to screw us over? Not our mandate. Just get me a report that says you're looking, I'll send it back up the line, and we can get back to our jobs.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anything else?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, sir.\"\n\nShaddid nodded and turned back to her terminal. Miller plucked his hat from the corner of her desk and headed out. One of the station house air filters had gone bad over the weekend, and the replacement gave the rooms a reassuring smell of new plastic and ozone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller sat at his desk, fingers laced behind his head, and stared at the light fixture above him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The knot that had tied itself in his gut hadn't loosened up. That was too bad.\n\n\"Not so good, then?\" Havelock asked.\n\n\"Could have gone better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She pull the job?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller shook his head. \"No, it's still mine. She just wants me to do it half-assed.\"\n\n\"Could be worse. At least you get to find out what happened. And if you maybe spend a little time after hours digging into it just for practice, you know?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Miller said. \"Practice.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their desks were unnaturally clean, his and Havelock's both." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The barrier of paperwork Havelock had created between himself and the station had eroded away, and Miller could tell from his partner's eyes and the way his hands moved that the cop in Havelock wanted to get back into the tunnels. He couldn't tell if it was to prove himself before his transfer went through, or just to break a few heads. Maybe those were two ways of saying the same thing.\n\nJust don't get yourself killed before you get out of here, Miller thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Aloud, he said, \"What have we got?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hardware shop. Sector eight, third level in,\" Havelock said. \"Extortion complaint.\"\n\nMiller sat for a moment, considering his own reluctance as if it belonged to someone else. It was like Shaddid had given a dog just one bite of fresh meat, then pointed it back toward kibble. The temptation to blow off the hardware shop bloomed, and for a moment he almost gave in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he sighed, swung his feet down to the decking, and stood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right, then,\" he said. \"Let's go make the station safe for commerce.\"\n\n\"Words to live by,\" Havelock said, checking his gun. He'd been doing that a lot more recently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The shop was an entertainment franchise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clean white fixtures offering up custom rigs for interactive environments: battle simulations, exploration games, sex. A woman's voice ululated on the sound system, somewhere between an Islamic call to prayer and orgasm with a drumbeat. Half the titles were in Hindi with Chinese and Spanish translations. The other half were English with Hindi as the second language." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The clerk was hardly more than a boy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sixteen, seventeen years old with a weedy black beard he wore like a badge.\n\n\"Can I help you?\" the boy said, eying Havelock with disdain just short of contempt. Havelock pulled his ID, making sure the kid got a good long look at his gun when he did it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'd like to talk to\"—Miller glanced at the complaint form on his terminal screen—\"Asher Kamamatsu. He here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The manager was a fat man, for a Belter. Taller than Havelock, the man carried fat around his belly and thick muscles through the shoulders, arms, and neck. If Miller squinted, he could see the seventeen-year-old boy he had been under the layers of time and disappointment, and it looked a lot like the clerk out front. The office was almost too small for the three of them and stacked with boxes of pornographic software." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You catch them?\" the manager said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Miller said. \"Still trying to figure out who they are.\"\n\n\"Dammit, I already told you. There's pictures of them off the store camera. I gave you his fucking name.\"\n\nMiller looked at his terminal. The suspect was named Mateo Judd, a dockworker with an unspectacular criminal record." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You think it's just him, then,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right. We'll just go pick him up, throw him in the can. No reason for us to find out who he's working for. Probably no one who'll take it wrong, anyway. My experience with these protection rackets, the purse boys get replaced whenever one goes down. But since you're sure this guy's the whole problem...\"\n\nThe manager's sour expression told Miller he'd made his point. Havelock, leaning against a stack of boxes marked, smiled.\n\n\"Why don't you tell me what he wanted,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I already told the last cop,\" the manager said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell me.\"\n\n\"He was selling us a private insurance plan. Hundred a month, same as the last guy.\"\n\n\"Last guy?\" Havelock said. \"So this happened before?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sure,\" the manager said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everyone has to pay some, you know. Price of doing business.\"\n\nMiller closed his terminal, frowning. \"Philosophical. But if it's the price of doing business, what're we here for?\"\n\n\"Because I thought you... you people had this shit under control. Ever since we stopped paying the Loca, I've been able to turn a decent profit. Now it's all starting up again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hold on,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're telling me the Loca Greiga stopped charging protection?\"\n\n\"Sure. Not just here. Half of the guys I know in the Bough just stopped showing up. We figured the cops had actually done something for once. Now we've got these new bastards, and it's the same damn thing all over again.\"\n\nA crawling feeling made its way up Miller's neck. He looked up at Havelock, who shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hadn't heard of it either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Golden Bough Society, Sohiro's crew, the Loca Greiga. All the organized crime on Ceres suffering the same ecological collapse, and now someone new moving into the evacuated niche. Might be opportunism. Might be something else. He almost didn't want to ask the next questions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock was going to think he was paranoid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How long has it been since the old guys called on you for protection?\" Miller asked.\n\n\"I don't know. Long time.\"\n\n\"Before or after Mars killed that water hauler?\"\n\nThe manager folded his thick arms; his eyes narrowed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Before,\" he said. \"Maybe a month or two. S'that got to do with anything?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just trying to get the time scale right,\" Miller said. \"The new guy. Mateo. He tell you who was backing his new insurance plan?\"\n\n\"That's your job, figuring it. Right?\"\n\nThe manager's expression had closed down so hard Miller imagined he could hear the click." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes, Asher Kamamatsu knew who was shaking him down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had balls enough to squeak about it but not to point the finger.\n\nInteresting.\n\n\"Well, thanks for that,\" Miller said, standing up. \"We'll let you know what we find.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Glad you're on the case,\" the manager said, matching sarcasm for sarcasm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the exterior tunnel, Miller stopped. The neighborhood was at the friction point between sleazy and respectable. White marks showed where graffiti had been painted over. Men on bicycles swerved and weaved, foam wheels humming on the polished stone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller walked slowly, his eyes on the ceiling high above them until he found the security camera." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pulled up his terminal, navigated to the logs that matched the camera code, and cross-referenced the time code from the store's still frames. For a moment, he thumbed the controls, speeding people back and forth. And there was Mateo, coming out of the shop. A smug grin deformed the man's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller froze the image and enhanced it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock, watching over his shoulder, whistled low.\n\nThe split circle of the OPA was perfectly clear on the thug's armband—the same kind of armband he'd found in Julie Mao's hole.\n\nWhat kind of company have you been keeping, kid? Miller thought. You're better than this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You have to know you're better than this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, partner,\" he said aloud. \"Think you can write up the report on that interview? I've got something I'd like to do. Might not be too smart to have you there. No offense.\"\n\nHavelock's eyebrows crawled toward his hairline.\n\n\"You're going to question the OPA?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shake some trees, is all,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller would have thought that just being a security contractor in a known OPA-convivial bar would be enough to get him noticed. In the event, half the faces he recognized in the dim light of John Rock Gentlemen's Club were normal citizens. More than one of those were Star Helix, just like him, when they were on duty. The music was pure Belter, soft chimes accompanied by zither and guitar with lyrics in half a dozen languages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was on his fourth beer, two hours past the end of his shift, and on the edge of giving up his plan as a losing scheme when a tall, thin man sat down at the bar next to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Acne-pocked cheeks gave a sense of damage to a face that otherwise seemed on the verge of laughter. It wasn't the first OPA armband he'd seen that night, but it was worn with an air of defiance and authority. Miller nodded.\n\n\"I heard you've been asking about the OPA,\" the man said. \"Interested in joining up?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller smiled and lifted his glass, an intentionally noncommittal gesture." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You who I'd talk to if I did?\" he asked, his tone light.\n\n\"Might be able to help.\"\n\n\"Maybe you could tell me about a couple other things, then,\" he said, taking out his terminal and putting it on the fake bamboo bar with an audible click." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mateo Judd's picture glowed on the screen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The OPA man frowned, turning the screen to see it better.\n\n\"I'm a realist,\" Miller said. \"When Chucky Snails was running protection, I wasn't above talking to his men. When the Hand took over and then the Golden Bough Society after them. My job isn't to stop people from bending the rules, it's to keep Ceres stable. You understand what I'm saying?\"\n\n\"I can't say I do,\" the pock-marked man said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His accent made him sound more educated than Miller had expected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who is this man?\"\n\n\"His name's Mateo Judd. He's been starting a protection business in sector eight. Says it's backed by the OPA.\"\n\n\"People say things, Detective. It is Detective, isn't it? But you were discussing realism.\"\n\n\"If the OPA's making a move on the Ceres black economy, it's going to be better all around if we can talk to each other. Communicate.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man chuckled and pushed the terminal back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bartender paced by, a question in his eyes that wasn't asking if they needed anything. It wasn't meant for Miller.\n\n\"I had heard that there was a certain level of corruption in Star Helix,\" the man said. \"I admit I'm impressed by your straightforward manner. I'll clarify. The OPA isn't a criminal organization.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Really? My mistake. I figured from the way it killed a lot of people...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're baiting me. We defend ourselves against people who are perpetrating economic terrorism against the Belt. Earthers. Martians. We are in the business of protecting Belters,\" the man said. \"Even you, Detective.\"\n\n\"Economic terrorism?\" Miller said. \"That seems a little overheated.\"\n\n\"You think so? The inner planets look on us as their labor force. They tax us. They direct what we do. They enforce their laws and ignore ours in the name of stability. In the last year, they've doubled the tariffs to Titania. Five thousand people on an ice ball orbiting Neptune, months from anywhere. The sun's just a bright star to them. Do you think they're in a position to get redress? They've blocked any Belter freighters from taking Europa contracts. They charge us twice as much to dock at Ganymede. The science station on Phoebe? We aren't even allowed to orbit it. There isn't a Belter in the place. Whatever they do there, we won't find out until they sell the technology back to us, ten years from now.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller sipped his beer and nodded toward his terminal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So this one isn't yours?\"\n\n\"No. He isn't.\"\n\nMiller nodded and put the terminal back in his pocket. Oddly, he believed the man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't hold himself like a thug." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The bravado wasn't there. The sense of trying to impress the world. No, this man was certain and amused and, underneath it all, profoundly tired. Miller had known soldiers like that, but not criminals." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One other thing,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm looking for someone.\"\n\n\"Another investigation?\"\n\n\"Not exactly, no. Juliette Andromeda Mao. Goes by Julie.\"\n\n\"Should I know the name?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's OPA,\" Miller said with a shrug." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you know everyone in Star Helix?\" the man said, and when Miller didn't answer, he added, \"We are considerably larger than your corporation.\"\n\n\"Fair point,\" Miller said. \"But if you could keep an ear out, I'd appreciate it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know that you're in a position to expect favors.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No harm asking.\"\n\nThe pock-faced man chuckled, put a hand on Miller's shoulder.\n\n\"Don't come back here, Detective,\" he said, and walked away into the crowd.\n\nMiller took another drink of his beer, frowning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An uncomfortable feeling of having made the wrong step fidgeted in the back of his mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd been sure that the OPA was making a move on Ceres, capitalizing on the death of the water hauler and the Belt's uptick in fear and hatred of the inner planets. But how did that fit with Julie Mao's father and his suspiciously well-timed anxiety? Or the disappearance of Ceres Station's supply of usual suspects in the first place? Thinking about it was like watching a video that was just out of focus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sense of it was almost there, but only almost." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Too many dots,\" Miller said. \"Not enough lines.\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\" the bartender said.\n\n\"Nothing,\" Miller said, pushing the half-empty bottle across the bar. \"Thanks.\"\n\nIn his hole, Miller turned on some music." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lyrical chants that Candace had liked, back when they were young and, if not hopeful, at least more joyful in their fatalism." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He set the lights to half power, hoping that if he relaxed, if for just a few minutes he let go of the gnawing sense that he had missed some critical detail, the missing piece might arrive on its own.\n\nHe'd half expected Candace to appear in his mind, sighing and looking crossly at him the way she had in life. Instead, he found himself talking with Julie Mao. In the half sleep of alcohol and exhaustion, he imagined her sitting at Havelock's desk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was the wrong age, younger than the real woman would be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was the age of the smiling kid in her picture. The girl who had raced in the Razorback and won. He had the sense of asking her questions, and her answers had the power of revelation. Everything made sense. Not only the change in the Golden Bough Society and her own abduction case, but Havelock's transfer, the dead ice hauler, Miller's own life and work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He dreamed of Julie Mao laughing, and he woke up late, with a headache." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock was waiting at his desk. His broad, short Earther face seemed strangely alien, but Miller tried to shake it off.\n\n\"You look like crap,\" Havelock said. \"Busy night?\"\n\n\"Just getting old and drinking cheap beer,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One of the vice squad shouted something angry about her files being locked again, and a computer tech scuttled across the station house like a nervous cockroach." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock leaned closer, his expression grave.\n\n\"Seriously, Miller,\" Havelock said. \"We're still partners, and... honest to God, I think you may be the only friend I've got on this rock. You can trust me. If there's anything you want to tell me, I'm good.\"\n\n\"That's great,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I don't know what you're talking about. Last night was a bust.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No OPA?\"\n\n\"Sure, OPA. Anymore, you swing a dead cat in this station, you'll hit three OPA guys. Just no good information.\"\n\nHavelock leaned back, lips pressed thin and bloodless. Miller's shrug asked a question, and the Earther nodded toward the board." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A new homicide topped the list." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At three in the morning, while Miller had been having inchoate dream conversations, someone had opened Mateo Judd's hole and fired a shotgun cartridge full of ballistic gel into his left eye.\n\n\"Well,\" Miller said, \"called that one wrong.\"\n\n\"Which one?\" Havelock said.\n\n\"OPA's not moving in on the criminals,\" Miller said. \"They're moving in on the cops.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Donnager was ugly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden had seen pictures and videos of the old oceangoing navies of Earth, and even in the age of steel, there had always been something beautiful about them. Long and sleek, they had the appearance of something leaning into the wind, a creature barely held on the leash. The Donnager had none of that. Like all long-flight spacecraft, it was built in the \"office tower\" configuration: each deck one floor of the building, ladders or elevators running down the axis." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Constant thrust took the place of gravity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But the Donnager actually looked like an office building on its side. Square and blocky, with small bulbous projections in seemingly random places. At nearly five hundred meters long, it was the size of a 130-story building. Alex had said it was 250,000 tons dry weight, and it looked heavier." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden reflected, not for the first time, on how so much of the human sense of aesthetics had been formed in a time when sleek objects cut through the air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Donnager would never move through anything thicker than interstellar gas, so curves and angles were a waste of space. The result was ugly.\n\nIt was also intimidating. As Holden watched from his seat next to Alex in the cockpit of the Knight, the massive battleship matched course with them, looming close and then seeming to stop above them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A docking bay opened, breaking up the Donnager's flat black belly with a square of dim red light." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Knight beeped insistently, reminding him of the targeting lasers painting their hull. Holden looked for the point defense cannons aimed at him. He couldn't find them.\n\nWhen Alex spoke, Holden jumped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Roger that, Donnager,\" the pilot said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We've got steering lock. I'm killing thrust.\"\n\nThe last shreds of weight vanished. Both ships were still moving at hundreds of kilometers a minute, but their matched courses felt like stillness.\n\n\"Got docking permission, Cap. Take her in?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It seems late to make a run for it, Mr. Kamal,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He imagined Alex making a mistake that the Donnager interpreted as threatening, and the point defense cannons throwing a couple hundred thousand Teflon-coated chunks of steel through them.\n\n\"Go slowly, Alex,\" he said.\n\n\"They say one of those can kill a planet,\" Naomi said over the comm. She was at the ops station a deck below." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anyone can kill a planet from orbit,\" Holden replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't even need bombs. Just push anvils out the airlock. That thing out there could kill... Shit. Anything.\"\n\nTiny touches shifted them as the maneuvering rockets fired. Holden knew that Alex was guiding them in, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the Donnager was swallowing them.\n\nDocking took nearly an hour." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once the Knight was inside the bay, a massive manipulator arm grabbed her and put it down in an empty section of the deck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clamps grabbed the ship, the Knight's hull reverberating with a metallic bang that reminded Holden of a brig cell's maglocks.\n\nThe Martians ran a docking tube from one wall and mated up to the Knight's airlock. Holden gathered the crew at the inner door.\n\n\"No guns, no knives, no anything that might look like a weapon,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They'll probably be okay with hand terminals, but keep them turned off just in case. If they ask for it, hand it over without complaint. Our survival here may rest on them thinking we're very compliant.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Amos said. \"Fuckers killed McDowell, but we have to act nice...\"\n\nAlex started to respond, but Holden cut him off.\n\n\"Alex, you did twenty flying with the MCRN. Anything else we should know?\"\n\n\"Same stuff you said, Boss,\" Alex replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes sir, no sir, and snap to when given an order. The enlisted guys will be okay, but the officers get the sense of humor trained out of 'em.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden looked at his tiny crew, hoping he hadn't killed them all by bringing them here. He cycled open the lock, and they drifted down the short docking tube in the zero g. When they reached the airlock at the end—flat gray composites and immaculately clean—everyone pushed down to the floor. Their magnetic boots grabbed on. The airlock closed and hissed at them for several seconds before opening into a larger room with about a dozen people standing in it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden recognized Captain Theresa Yao." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were several others in naval officers' dress, who were part of her staff; one man in an enlisted uniform with a look of thinly veiled impatience; and six marines in heavy combat armor, carrying assault rifles. The rifles were pointed at him, so Holden put up his hands.\n\n\"We're not armed,\" he said, smiling and trying to look harmless.\n\nThe rifles didn't waver, but Captain Yao stepped forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Welcome aboard the Donnager,\" she said. \"Chief, check them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The enlisted man clumped toward them and quickly and professionally patted them all down. He gave the thumbs-up to one of the marines. The rifles went down, and Holden worked hard not to sigh with relief.\n\n\"What now, Captain?\" Holden asked, keeping his voice light." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yao looked Holden over critically for several seconds before answering." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her hair was pulled tightly back, the few strands of gray making straight lines. In person, he could see the softening of age at her jaw and the corners of her eyes. Her stony expression had the same quiet arrogance that all the naval captains he'd known shared. He wondered what she saw, looking at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He resisted the urge to straighten his greasy hair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Chief Gunderson will take you down to your rooms and get you settled in,\" she replied. \"Someone will be along shortly to debrief you.\"\n\nChief Gunderson started to lead them from the room when Yao spoke again, her voice suddenly hard.\n\n\"Mr. Holden, if you know anything about the six ships that are following you, speak now,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We gave them a two-hour deadline to change course about an hour ago. So far they haven't. In one hour I'm going to order a torpedo launch. If they're friends of yours, you could save them a great deal of pain.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden shook his head emphatically.\n\n\"All I know is they came out of the Belt when you started out to meet us, Captain,\" Holden said. \"They haven't talked to us. Our best guess is they're concerned citizens of the Belt coming to watch what happens.\"\n\nYao nodded. If she found the thought of witnesses disconcerting, it didn't show." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Take them below, Chief,\" she said, then turned away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chief Gunderson gave a soft whistle and pointed at one of the two doors. Holden's crew followed him out, the marines bringing up the rear. As they moved through the Donnager, Holden took his first really up-close look at a Martian capital ship. He'd never served on a battleship in the UN Navy, and he'd stepped foot on them maybe three times in seven years, always in dock, and usually for a party." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Every inch of the Donnager was just a little sharper than any UN vessel he'd served on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mars really does build them better than we do.\n\n\"Goddamn, XO, they sure do keep their shit squeaky clean,\" Amos said behind him.\n\n\"Ain't much to do on a long flight for most of the crew, Amos,\" Alex said. \"So when you aren't doin' somethin' else, you clean.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"See, that's why I work haulers,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Clean decks or get drunk and screw, and I've got a preference.\"\n\nAs they walked through a maze of corridors, the ship started a slight vibration, and gravity slowly reappeared. They were under thrust. Holden used his heels to touch his boots' slide controls, turning the magnets off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They saw almost no one, and the few they did see moved fast and said little, barely sparing them a glance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With six ships closing on them, everyone would be at their duty stations. When Captain Yao had said she'd fire her torpedoes in an hour, there hadn't been a hint of threat in her voice. It was just a flat statement of fact. For most of the young sailors on this ship, it would probably be the first time they'd ever been in a live combat situation—if it came to that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden didn't believe it would." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wondered what to make of the fact that Yao was prepared to take out a handful of Belt ships just because they were running quiet and close. It didn't suggest that they'd hesitate to kill a water hauler, like the Cant, if they thought there was reason to.\n\nGunderson brought them to a stop in front of a hatch with OQ117 printed on it. He slid a card through the lock and gestured everyone inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Better than I'd expected,\" Shed said, sounding impressed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The compartment was large by ship standards. It had six high-g couches and a small table with four chairs stuck to the deck with magnetic feet. An open door in one bulkhead showed a smaller compartment with a toilet and sink. Gunderson and the marine lieutenant followed the crew inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is your rack for the time being,\" the chief said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's a comm panel on the wall. Two of Lieutenant Kelly's people will be stationed outside. Buzz them and they'll send for anything you need.\"\n\n\"How about some chow?\" Amos said.\n\n\"We'll have some sent up. You are to remain here until called for,\" Gunderson said. \"Lieutenant Kelly, you have anything to add, sir?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The marine lieutenant looked them over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The men outside are there for your protection, but they will react unpleasantly if you make any trouble,\" he said. \"You read me?\"\n\n\"Loud and clear, Lieutenant,\" Holden said. \"Don't worry. My people will be the easiest houseguests you've ever had.\"\n\nKelly nodded at Holden with what seemed like genuine gratitude." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was a professional doing an unpleasant job." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden sympathized. Also, he'd known enough marines to know how unpleasant it could get if they felt challenged.\n\nGunderson said, \"Can you take Mr. Holden here to his appointment on your way out, El Tee? I'd like to get these folks squared away.\"\n\nKelly nodded and took Holden's elbow.\n\n\"Come with me, sir,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where am I going, Lieutenant?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lieutenant Lopez asked to see you as soon as you landed. I'm taking you to him.\"\n\nShed looked nervously from the marine to Holden and back. Naomi nodded. They'd all see each other again, Holden told himself. He even thought it was likely to be true." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kelly led Holden at a brisk pace through the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His rifle was no longer at the ready but hanging from his shoulder loosely. Either he'd decided Holden wasn't going to cause trouble, or that he could take him down easily if he did.\n\n\"Can I ask who Lieutenant Lopez is?\"\n\n\"He's the guy who asked to see you,\" Kelly said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kelly stopped at a plain gray door, rapped once, then took Holden inside a small compartment with a table and two uncomfortable-looking chairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A dark-haired man was setting up a recorder. He waved one hand vaguely in the direction of a chair. Holden sat. The chair was even less comfortable than it looked.\n\n\"You can go, Mr. Kelly,\" the man Holden assumed was Lopez said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kelly left and closed the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Lopez had finished, he sat down across the table from Holden and reached out one hand. Holden shook it.\n\n\"I'm Lieutenant Lopez. Kelly probably told you that. I work for naval intelligence, which he almost certainly didn't tell you. My job isn't secret, but they train jarheads to be tight-lipped.\"\n\nLopez reached into his pocket, took out a small packet of white lozenges, and popped one into his mouth. He didn't offer one to Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lopez's pupils contracted to tiny points as he sucked the lozenge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Focus drugs. He'd be watching every tic of Holden's face during questioning. Tough to lie to.\n\n\"First Lieutenant James R. Holden, of Montana,\" he said. It wasn't a question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, sir,\" Holden said anyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seven years in the UNN, last posting on the destroyer Zhang Fei.\"\n\n\"That's me.\"\n\n\"Your file says you were busted out for assaulting a superior officer,\" Lopez said. \"That's pretty cliché, Holden. You punched the old man? Seriously?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. I missed. Broke my hand on a bulkhead.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How'd that happen?\"\n\n\"He was quicker than I expected,\" Holden replied.\n\n\"Why'd you try?\"\n\n\"I was projecting my self-loathing onto him. It's just a stroke of luck that I actually wound up hurting the right person,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sounds like you've thought about it some since then,\" Lopez said, his pinprick pupils never moving from Holden's face. \"Therapy?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lots of time to think on the Canterbury,\" Holden replied.\n\nLopez ignored the obvious opening and said, \"What did you come up with, during all that thinking?\"\n\n\"The Coalition has been stepping on the necks of the people out here for over a hundred years now. I didn't like being the boot.\"\n\n\"An OPA sympathizer, then?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lopez said, his expression not changing at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. I didn't switch sides. I stopped playing. I didn't renounce my citizenship. I like Montana. I'm out here because I like flying, and only a Belter rust trap like the Canterbury will hire me.\"\n\nLopez smiled for the first time. \"You're an exceedingly honest man, Mr. Holden.\"\n\n\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why did you claim that a Martian military vessel destroyed your ship?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't. I explained all that in the broadcast. It had technology only available to inner planet fleets, and I found a piece of MCRN hardware in the device that tricked us into stopping.\"\n\n\"We'll want to see that.\"\n\n\"You're welcome to it.\"\n\n\"Your file says you were the only child of a family co-op,\" Lopez said, acting as though they'd never stopped talking about Holden's past." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, five fathers, three mothers.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So many parents for only one child,\" Lopez said, slowly unwrapping another lozenge. The Martians had lots of space for traditional families.\n\n\"The tax break for eight adults only having one child allowed them to own twenty-two acres of decent farmland. There are over thirty billion people on Earth. Twenty-two acres is a national park,\" Holden said. \"Also, the DNA mix is legit. They aren't parents in name only.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How did they decide who carried you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mother Elise had the widest hips.\"\n\nLopez popped the second lozenge into his mouth and sucked on it a few moments. Before he could speak again, the deck shook. The video recorder jiggled on its arm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Torpedo launches?\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Guess those Belt ships didn't change course.\"\n\n\"Any thoughts about that, Mr. Holden?\"\n\n\"Just that you seem pretty willing to kill Belt ships.\"\n\n\"You've put us in a position where we can't afford to seem weak. After your accusations, there are a lot of people who don't think much of us.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden shrugged. If the man was watching for guilt or remorse from Holden, he was out of luck." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Belt ships had known what they were going toward. They hadn't turned away. But still, something bothered him.\n\n\"They might hate your living guts,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But it's hard to find enough suicidal people to crew six ships. Maybe they think they can outrun torpedoes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lopez didn't move, his whole body preternaturally still with the focus drugs pouring through him.\n\n\"We—\" Lopez began, and the general quarters Klaxon sounded. It was deafening in the small metal compartment.\n\n\"Holy shit, did they shoot back?\" Holden asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lopez shook himself, like a man waking up from a daydream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He got up and hit the comm button by the door. A marine came through seconds later.\n\n\"Take Mr. Holden back to his quarters,\" Lopez said, then left the room at a run.\n\nThe marine gestured at the corridor with the barrel of his rifle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His expression was hard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It's all fun and games till someone shoots back, Holden thought.\n\nNaomi patted the empty couch next to her and smiled.\n\n\"Did they put slivers under your fingernails?\" she asked.\n\n\"No, actually, he was surprisingly human for a naval intelligence wonk,\" Holden replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course, he was just getting warmed up. Have you guys heard anything about the other ships?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex said, \"Nope. But that alarm means they're takin' them seriously all of a sudden.\"\n\n\"It's insane,\" Shed said quietly. \"Flying around in these metal bubbles, and then trying to poke holes in each other. You ever seen what long-term decompression and cold exposure does? Breaks all the capillaries in your eyes and skin. Tissue damage to the lungs can cause massive pneumonia followed by emphysema-like scarring. I mean, if you don't just die.\"\n\n\"Well, that's awful fucking cheerful, Doc. Thanks for that,\" Amos said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ship suddenly vibrated in a syncopated but ultra-high-speed rhythm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex looked at Holden, his eyes wide.\n\n\"That's the point defense network openin' up. That means incoming torpedoes,\" he said. \"Better strap in tight, kids. The ship might start doin' some violent maneuvering.\"\n\nEveryone but Holden was already belted into the couches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He fastened his restraints too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This sucks. All the real action is happenin' thousands of klicks from here, and we got no instruments to look at,\" Alex said. \"We won't know if somethin' slipped through the flack screen till it rips the hull open.\"\n\n\"Boy, everybody is just a fucking pile of fun right now,\" Amos said loudly.\n\nShed's eyes were wide, his face too pale." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not going to happen,\" he said. \"This thing is unkillable. Whoever those ships are, they can put on a good show, but that's it.\"\n\n\"All respect, Captain,\" Naomi said. \"But whoever those ships are, they should be dead already, and they aren't.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The distant noises of faraway combat kept up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The occasional rumble of a torpedo firing. The near-constant vibration of the high-speed point defense guns. Holden didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until he was jerked awake by an earsplitting roar. Amos and Alex were yelling. Shed was screaming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What happened?\" Holden yelled over the noise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're hit, Cap!\" Alex said. \"That was a torpedo hit!\"\n\nThe gravity suddenly dropped away. The Donnager had stopped its engines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or they'd been destroyed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amos was still yelling, \"Shit shit shit,\" over everything. But at least Shed had stopped screaming. He was staring wide eyed out of his couch, his face white. Holden unbuckled his straps and pushed off toward the comm panel." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jim!\" Naomi called out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What are you doing?\"\n\n\"We need to find out what's going on,\" Holden said over his shoulder.\n\nWhen he reached the bulkhead by the hatch, he punched the comm panel call button. There was no reply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hit it again, then started pounding on the hatch. No one came." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where are our damn marines?\" he said.\n\nThe lights dimmed, came back up. Then again, and again, in a slow cadence.\n\n\"Gauss turrets firing. Shit. It's CQB,\" Alex said in awe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the history of the Coalition, no capital ship had ever gotten into a close-quarters battle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But here they were, firing the ship's big cannons, which meant that the range was sufficiently short that a nonguided weapon was viable. Hundreds or even dozens of kilometers, not thousands. Somehow the Belt ships had survived Donnager's torpedo barrage.\n\n\"Anyone else think this is desperate fucking queer?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos asked, a touch of panic in his voice." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Now write approximately five sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Donnager began to ring like a gong struck over and over again by a massive hammer. Return fire.\n\nThe gauss round that killed Shed didn't even make a noise. Like a magic trick, two perfectly round holes appeared on either side of the room in a line that intersected Shed's couch. One moment, the medic was there; the next, his head was gone from the Adam's apple up. Arterial blood pumped out in a red cloud, pulled into two thin lines, and whirled to the holes in the walls of the room as the air rushed out." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like James S. A. Corey would" }, { "from": "human", "value": "For twelve years, Miller had worked security." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Violence and death were familiar companions to him. Men, women. Animals. Kids. Once he'd held a woman's hand while she bled to death. He'd killed two people, could still see them die if he closed his eyes and thought about it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If anyone had asked him, he'd have said there wasn't much left that would shake him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he'd never watched a war start before.\n\nThe Distinguished Hyacinth Lounge was in the shift-change rush. Men and women in security uniforms—mostly from Star Helix, but a few smaller companies too—were either drinking their after-work liquor and winding down or making trips to the breakfast buffet for coffee, textured fungi in sugar sauce, sausage with meat maybe one part in a thousand. Miller chewed the sausage and watched the display monitor on the wall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A Star Helix external relations head looked sincerely out, his demeanor radiating calm and certainty as he explained how everything was going to hell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Preliminary scans suggest that the explosion was the result of a failed attempt to connect a nuclear device to the docking station. Officials from the Martian government have referred to the incident only as an 'alleged terrorist action' and refused comment pending further investigation.\"\n\n\"Another one,\" Havelock said from behind him. \"You know, eventually, one of those assholes is going to get it right.\"\n\nMiller turned in his seat, then nodded to the chair beside him. Havelock sat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That'll be an interesting day,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I was about to call you.\"\n\n\"Yeah, sorry,\" his partner said. \"I was up kind of late.\"\n\n\"Any word on the transfer?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" Havelock said. \"Figure my paperwork's hung on a desk someplace in Olympus. What about you? Any word on your special-project girl?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not yet,\" Miller said. \"Look, the reason I wanted to meet up before we went in... I need to take a couple days, try to run down some leads on Julie. With all this other shit going on, Shaddid doesn't want me doing much more than phoning this one in.\"\n\n\"But you're ignoring that,\" Havelock said. It wasn't a question." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've got a feeling about this one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So how can I help?\"\n\n\"I need you to cover for me.\"\n\n\"How am I going to do that?\" Havelock asked. \"It's not like I can tell them you're sick. They've got access to your medical records same as everyone else's.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell 'em I've been getting drunk a lot,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That Candace came by. She's my ex-wife.\"\n\nHavelock chewed his sausage, brow furrowed. The Earther shook his head slowly—not a refusal, but the prelude to a question. Miller waited.\n\n\"You're telling me you'd rather have the boss think you're missing work because you're on a dysfunctional, heartbroken bender than that you're doing the work she assigned you? I don't get it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller licked his lips and leaned forward, elbows on the smooth off-white table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Someone had scratched a design into the plastic. A split circle. And this was a cop bar.\n\n\"I don't know what I'm looking at,\" Miller said. \"There's a bunch of things that belong together somehow, and I'm not sure yet what it is. Until I know more, I need to stay low. A guy has a fling with his ex, hits the bottle for a few days? That's not going to light up anyone's panels.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Havelock shook his head again, this time in mild disbelief." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he'd been a Belter, he'd have made the gesture with his hands, so you could see it when he had an environment suit on. Another of the hundred small ways someone who hadn't grown up on the Belt betrayed himself. The wall monitor cut to the image of a blond woman in a severe uniform. The external relations head was talking about the Martian navy's tactical response and whether the OPA was behind the increased vandalism." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was what he called fumbling an overloaded fusion reactor while setting up a ship-killing booby trap: vandalism." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That shit just doesn't follow,\" Havelock said, and for a moment Miller didn't know if he meant the Belter guerrilla actions, the Martian response, or the favor he'd asked. \"Seriously. Where's Earth? All this shit's going on, and we don't hear a damn thing from them.\"\n\n\"Why would we?\" Miller asked. \"It's Mars and the Belt going at it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When was the last time Earth let anything major happen without them in the middle of it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Havelock said, then sighed. \"Okay. You're too drunk to come in. Your love life's a mess. I'm trying to cover for you.\"\n\n\"Just for a couple days.\"\n\n\"Make sure you get back before someone decides it's the perfect chance for a random shooting to take out the Earther cop.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll do that,\" Miller said, rising from the table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You watch your back.\"\n\n\"Don't need to tell me twice,\" Havelock said.\n\nThe Ceres Center for Jiu Jitsu was down near the port, where the spin gravity was strongest. The hole was a converted storage space from before the big spin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A cylinder flattened where flooring had been set in about a third of the way from the bottom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Racks bearing various lengths of staffs, bamboo swords, and dull plastic practice knives hung from the vaulted ceiling. The polished stone echoed with the grunting of men working a line of resistance machines and the soft thud of a woman at the back punishing a heavy bag. Three students stood on the central mat, speaking in low voices.\n\nPictures filled the front wall on either side of the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soldiers in uniform. Security agents for half a dozen Belter corporations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not many inner planet types, but a few. Plaques commemorating placements in competitions. A page of small type outlining the history of the studio.\n\nOne of the students shouted and collapsed, carrying one of the others to the mat with her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The one still standing applauded and helped them back up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller searched through the wall of pictures, hoping to find Julie.\n\n\"Can I help you?\"\n\nThe man was half a head shorter than Miller and easily twice as broad. It should have made him look like an Earther, but everything else about him said Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wore pale sweats that made his skin seem even darker." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His smile was curious and as serene as a well-fed predator. Miller nodded.\n\n\"Detective Miller,\" he said. \"I'm with station security. There's one of your students I wanted to get some background on.\"\n\n\"This is an official investigation?\" the man asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Miller said. \"I'm afraid it is.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then you'll have a warrant.\"\n\nMiller smiled. The man smiled back.\n\n\"We don't give out any information on our students without a warrant,\" he said. \"Studio policy.\"\n\n\"I respect that,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, I really do. It's just that... parts of this particular investigation are maybe a little more official than others. The girl's not in trouble. She didn't do anything. But she has family on Luna who want her found.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A kidnap job,\" the man said, folding his arms. The serene face had gone cool without any apparent movement.\n\n\"Only the official part,\" Miller said. \"I can get a warrant, and we can do the whole thing through channels. But then I have to tell my boss. The more she knows, the less room I have to move.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man didn't react." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His stillness was unnerving. Miller struggled not to fidget. The woman working the heavy bag at the far end of the studio went through a flurry of strikes, shouting out with each one.\n\n\"Who?\" the man asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Julie Mao,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could have said he was looking for the Buddha's mother for all the reaction he got. \"I think she's in trouble.\"\n\n\"Why do you care if she is?\"\n\n\"I don't know the answer to that one,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I just do. If you don't want to help me, then you don't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you'll go get your warrant. Do this through channels.\"\n\nMiller took off his hat, rubbed a long, thin hand across his head, and put the hat back in place.\n\n\"Probably not,\" he said.\n\n\"Let me see your ID,\" the man said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller pulled up his terminal and let the man confirm who he was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man handed it back and pointed to a small door behind the heavy bags. Miller did as he was told.\n\nThe office was cramped. A small laminate desk with a soft sphere behind it in lieu of a chair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two stools that looked like they'd come out of a bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A filing cabinet with a small fabricator that stank of ozone and oil that was probably where the plaques and certificates were made.\n\n\"Why does the family want her?\" the man asked, lowering himself onto the sphere. It acted like a chair but required constant balance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A place to rest without actually resting." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They think she's in harm's way. At least, that's what they're saying, and I don't have reason to disbelieve them yet.\"\n\n\"What kind of harm?\"\n\n\"Don't know,\" Miller said. \"I know she was on station. I know she shipped out for Tycho, and after that, I've got nothing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Her family want her back on their station?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The man knew who her family was. Miller filed the information away without missing a beat.\n\n\"I don't think so,\" Miller said. \"The last message she got from them routed through Luna.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Down the well.\" The way he said it made it sound like a disease." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm looking for anyone who knows who she was shipping with. If she's on a run, where she was going and when she was planning to get there. If she's in range of a tightbeam.\"\n\n\"I don't know any of that,\" the man said.\n\n\"You know anyone I should ask?\"\n\nThere was a pause." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Maybe. I'll find what I can for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Anything else you can tell me about her?\"\n\n\"She started at the studio five years ago. She was... angry when she first came. Undisciplined.\"\n\n\"She got better,\" Miller said. \"Brown belt, right?\"\n\nThe man's eyebrows rose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm a cop,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I find things out.\"\n\n\"She improved,\" her teacher said. \"She'd been attacked. Just after she came to the Belt. She was seeing that it didn't happen twice.\"\n\n\"Attacked,\" Miller said, parsing the man's tone of voice. \"Raped?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't ask. She trained hard, even when she was off station. You can tell when people let it slide. They come back weaker. She never did.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tough girl,\" Miller said. \"Good for her. Did she have friends? People she sparred with?\"\n\n\"A few. No lovers that I know of, since that's the next question.\"\n\n\"That's strange. Girl like that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Like what, Detective?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pretty girl,\" Miller said. \"Competent. Smart. Dedicated. Who wouldn't want to be with someone like that?\"\n\n\"Perhaps she hadn't met the right person.\"\n\nSomething in the way he said it hinted at amusement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller shrugged, uncomfortable in his skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What kind of work did she do?\" he asked.\n\n\"Light freighter. I don't know of any particular cargo. I had the impression that she shipped wherever there was a need.\"\n\n\"Not a regular route, then?\"\n\n\"That was my impression.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Whose ships did she work? One particular freighter, or whatever came to hand? A particular company?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll find what I can for you,\" the man said.\n\n\"Courier for the OPA?\"\n\n\"I'll find out,\" the man said, \"what I can.\"\n\nThe news that afternoon was all about Phoebe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The science station there—the one that Belters weren't allowed even to dock at—had been hit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The official report stated that half the inhabitants of the base were dead, the other half missing. No one had claimed responsibility yet, but the common wisdom was that some Belter group—maybe the OPA, maybe someone else—had finally managed an act of \"vandalism\" with a body count. Miller sat in his hole, watching the broadcast feed and drinking.\n\nIt was all going to hell." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pirate casts from the OPA calling for war." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The burgeoning guerrilla actions. All of it. The time was coming that Mars wasn't going to ignore them anymore. And when Mars took action, it wouldn't matter if Earth followed suit. It would be the first real war in the Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The catastrophe was coming, and neither side seemed to understand how vulnerable they were." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And there was nothing—not one single goddamned thing—that he could do to stop it. He couldn't even slow it down.\n\nJulie Mao grinned at him from the still frame, her pinnace behind her. Attacked, the man had said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was nothing about it in her record." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Might have been a mugging. Might have been something worse. Miller had known a lot of victims, and he put them into three categories. First there were the ones who pretended nothing had happened, or that whatever it was didn't really matter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was well over half the people he talked to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then there were the professionals, people who took their victimization as permission to act out any way they saw fit. That ate most of the rest.\n\nMaybe 5 percent, maybe less, were the ones who sucked it up, learned the lesson, and moved on. The Julies. The good ones." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His door chimed three hours after his official shift was over." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller stood up, less steady on his feet than he'd expected. He counted the bottles on the table. There were more than he'd thought. He hesitated for a moment, torn between answering the door and throwing the bottles into the recycler." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The door chimed again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He went to open it. If it was someone from the station, they expected him to be drunk, anyway. No reason to disappoint.\n\nThe face was familiar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Acne-pocked, controlled. The OPA armband from the bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The one who'd had Mateo Judd killed.\n\nThe cop.\n\n\"Evening,\" Miller said.\n\n\"Detective Miller,\" the pocked man said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot. I was hoping we could try again.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right.\"\n\n\"May I come in?\"\n\n\"I try not to take strange men home,\" Miller said. \"I don't even know your name.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anderson Dawes,\" the pocked man said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm the Ceres liaison for the Outer Planets Alliance. I think we can help each other. May I come in?\"\n\nMiller stood back, and the pocked man—Dawes—stepped inside. Dawes took in the hole for the space of two slow breaths, then sat as if the bottles and the stink of old beer were nothing to comment on. Silently cursing himself and willing a sobriety he didn't feel, Miller sat across from him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need a favor from you,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm willing to pay for it. Not money, of course. Information.\"\n\n\"What do you want?\" Miller asked.\n\n\"Stop looking for Juliette Mao.\"\n\n\"No sale.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm trying to keep the peace, Detective,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You should hear me out.\"\n\nMiller leaned forward, elbows on the table. Mr. Serene Jiu Jitsu Instructor was working for the OPA? The timing of Dawes' visit seemed to be saying so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller filed that possibility away but said nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mao worked for us,\" Dawes said. \"But you'd guessed that.\"\n\n\"More or less. You know where she is?\"\n\n\"We don't. We are looking for her. And we need to be the ones to find her. Not you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a response, the right thing to say. It was rattling in the back of his head, and if he just didn't feel quite so fuzzy...\n\n\"You're one of them, Detective. You may have lived your whole life out here, but your salary is paid by an inner planet corporation. No, wait. I don't blame you. I understand how it is. They were hiring and you needed the work. But... we're walking on a bubble right now. The Canterbury. The fringe elements in the Belt calling for war.\"\n\n\"Phoebe Station.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, they'll blame us for that too. Add a Luna corporation's prodigal daughter...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You think something's happened to her.\"\n\n\"She was on the Scopuli,\" Dawes said, and when Miller didn't immediately respond, he added, \"The freighter that Mars used as bait when they killed the Canterbury.\"\n\nMiller thought about that for a long moment, then whistled low.\n\n\"We don't know what happened,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Until we do, I can't have you stirring up the water. It's muddy enough now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And what information are you offering?\" Miller asked. \"That's the trade, right?\"\n\n\"I'll tell you what we find. After we find her,\" Dawes said. Miller chuckled, and the OPA man went on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a generous offer, considering who you are. Employee of Mars. Partner of an Earther. Some people would think that was enough to make you the enemy too.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But not you,\" Miller said.\n\n\"I think we've got the same basic goals, you and I. Stability. Safety. Strange times make for strange alliances.\"\n\n\"Two questions.\"\n\nDawes spread his arms, welcoming them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who took the riot gear?\" Miller asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Riot gear?\"\n\n\"Before the Canterbury died, someone took our riot gear. Maybe they wanted to arm soldiers for crowd control. Maybe they didn't want our crowds controlled. Who took it? Why?\"\n\n\"It wasn't us,\" Dawes said.\n\n\"That's not an answer. Try this one. What happened to the Golden Bough Society?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes looked blank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Loca Greiga?\" Miller asked. \"Sohiro?\"\n\nDawes opened his mouth, closed it. Miller dropped his beer bottle into the recycler.\n\n\"Nothing personal, friend,\" he said, \"but your investigative techniques aren't impressing me. What makes you think you can find her?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not a fair test,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Give me a few days, I'll get answers for you.\"\n\n\"Talk to me then. I'll try not to start an all-out war while you do, but I'm not letting go of Julie. You can go now.\"\n\nDawes rose. He looked sour.\n\n\"You're making a mistake,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Won't be my first.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After the man left, Miller sat at his table. He'd been stupid. Worse, he'd been self-indulgent. Drinking himself into a stupor instead of doing the work. Instead of finding Julie." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But he knew more now. The Scopuli." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Canterbury. More lines between the dots.\n\nHe cleaned away his bottles, took a shower, and pulled up his terminal, searching what there was about Julie's ship. After an hour, a new thought occurred to him, a small fear that grew the more he looked at it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Near midnight, he put a call through to Havelock's hole." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His partner took two full minutes to answer. When he did, his image was wild-haired and bleary-eyed.\n\n\"Miller?\"\n\n\"Havelock. You have any vacation time saved up?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A little.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sick leave?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" Havelock said.\n\n\"Take it,\" Miller said. \"Take it now. Get off station. Someplace safe if you can find it. Someplace they're not going to start killing Earthers for shits and giggles if things go pear-shaped.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Continue with the same vibes as James S. A. Corey" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden froze, watching the blood pump from Shed's neck, then whip away like smoke into an exhaust fan. The sounds of combat began to fade as the air was sucked out of the room. His ears throbbed and then hurt like someone had put ice picks in them. As he fought with his couch restraints, he glanced over at Alex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pilot was yelling something, but it didn't carry through the thin air." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi and Amos had gotten out of their couches already, kicked off, and were flying across the room to the two holes. Amos had a plastic dinner tray in one hand. Naomi, a white three-ring binder. Holden stared at them for the half second it took to understand what they were doing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The world narrowed, his peripheral vision all stars and darkness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time he'd gotten free, Amos and Naomi had already covered the holes with their makeshift patches. The room was filled with a high-pitched whistle as the air tried to force its way out through the imperfect seals. Holden's sight began to return as the air pressure started to rise. He was panting hard, gasping for breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Someone slowly turned the room's volume knob back up and Naomi's yells for help became audible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jim, open the emergency locker!\" she screamed.\n\nShe was pointing at a small red-and-yellow panel on the bulkhead near his crash couch. Years of shipboard training made a path through the anoxia and depressurization, and he yanked the tab on the locker's seal and pulled the door open. Inside were a white first aid kit marked with the ancient red-cross symbol, half a dozen oxygen masks, and a sealed bag of hardened plastic disks attached to a glue gun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The emergency-seal kit. He snatched it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just the gun,\" Naomi yelled at him. He wasn't sure if her voice sounded distant because of the thin air or because the pressure drop had blown his eardrums.\n\nHolden yanked the gun free from the bag of patches and threw it at her. She ran a bead of instant sealing glue around the edge of her three-ring binder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tossed the gun to Amos, who caught it with an effortless backhand motion and put a seal around his dinner tray." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The whistling stopped, replaced by the hiss of the atmosphere system as it labored to bring the pressure back up to normal. Fifteen seconds.\n\nEveryone looked at Shed. Without the vacuum, his blood was pouring out into a floating red sphere just above his neck, like a hideous cartoon replacement for his head.\n\n\"Jesus Christ, Boss,\" Amos said, looking away from Shed to Naomi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He snapped his teeth closed with an audible click and shook his head. \"What...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gauss round,\" Alex said. \"Those ships have rail guns.\"\n\n\"Belt ships with rail guns?\" Amos said. \"Did they get a fucking navy and no one told me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jim, the hallway outside and the cabin on the other side are both in vacuum,\" Naomi said. \"The ship's compromised.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden started to respond, then caught a good look at the binder Naomi had glued over the breach. The white cover was stamped with black letters that read MCRN EMERGENCY PROCEDURES. He had to suppress a laugh that would almost certainly go manic on him.\n\n\"Jim,\" Naomi said, her voice worried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm okay, Naomi,\" Holden replied, then took a deep breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How long do those patches hold?\"\n\nNaomi shrugged with her hands, then started pulling her hair behind her head and tying it up with a red elastic band.\n\n\"Longer than the air will last. If everything around us is in vacuum, that means the cabin's running on emergency bottles. No recycling. I don't know how much each room has, but it won't be more than a couple hours.\"\n\n\"Kinda makes you wish we'd worn our fucking suits, don't it?\" Amos asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wouldn't have mattered,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'd come over here in our enviro suits, they'd just have taken 'em away.\"\n\n\"Could have tried,\" Amos said.\n\n\"Well, if you'd like to go back in time and do it over, be my guest, partner.\"\n\nNaomi sharply said, \"Hey,\" but then nothing more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one was talking about Shed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were working hard not to look at the body. Holden cleared his throat to get everyone's attention, then floated to Shed's couch, drawing their eyes with him. He paused a moment, letting everyone get a good look at the decapitated body, then pulled a blanket from the storage drawer beneath the couch and strapped it down over Shed's body with the couch's restraints.\n\n\"Shed's been killed. We're in deep peril. Arguing won't extend our lives one second,\" Holden said, looking at each member of his crew in turn. \"What will?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one spoke. Holden turned to Naomi first." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Naomi, what will keep us alive longer that we can do right now?\" he asked.\n\n\"I'll see if I can find the emergency air. The room's built for six, and there're only... there are four of us. I might be able to turn the flow down and stretch it longer.\"\n\n\"Good. Thank you. Alex?\"\n\n\"If there's anyone other than us, they'll be lookin' for survivors. I'll start poundin' on the bulkhead. They won't hear it in the vacuum, but if there're cabins with air, the sound'll travel down the metal.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good plan. I refuse to believe we're the only ones left on this ship,\" Holden said, then turned to Amos. \"Amos?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lemme check on that comm panel. Might be able to get the bridge or damage control or... shit, something,\" Amos replied.\n\n\"Thanks. I'd love to let someone know we're still here,\" Holden said.\n\nPeople moved off to work while Holden floated in the air next to Shed. Naomi began yanking access panels off the bulkheads." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex, hands pressed against a couch for leverage, lay on the deck and began to kick the bulkhead with his boots." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The room vibrated slightly with each booming kick. Amos pulled a multi-tool out of his pocket and began taking the comm panel apart.\n\nWhen Holden was sure everyone was busy, he put one hand on Shed's shoulder, just below the blanket's spreading red stain.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" he whispered to the body." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His eyes burned and he pressed them into the back of his thumbs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The comm unit was hanging out of the bulkhead on wires when it buzzed once, loudly. Amos yelped and pushed off hard enough to fly across the room. Holden caught him, wrenching his shoulder by trying to arrest the momentum of 120 kilos of Earther mechanic. The comm buzzed again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden let Amos go and floated to it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A yellow LED glowed next to the unit's white button. Holden pressed the button. The comm crackled to life with Lieutenant Kelly's voice.\n\n\"Move away from the hatch, we're coming in,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Grab something!\" Holden yelled to the crew, then grabbed a couch restraint and wrapped it around his hand and forearm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the hatch opened, Holden expected all the air to rush out. Instead, there was a loud crack and the pressure dropped slightly for a second. Outside in the corridor, thick sheets of plastic had been sealed to the walls, creating an ad hoc airlock. The walls of the new chamber bowed out dangerously with the air pressure, but they held." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inside the newly created lock, Lieutenant Kelly and three of his marines wore heavy vacuum-rated armor and carried enough weaponry to fight several minor wars." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The marines moved quickly into the room, weapons ready, and then sealed the hatch behind them. One of them tossed a large bag at Holden.\n\n\"Five vac suits. Get them on,\" Kelly said. His eyes moved to the bloody blanket covering Shed, then to the two improvised patches. \"Casualty?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Our medic, Shed Garvey,\" Holden replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah. What the fuck?\" Amos said loudly. \"Who's out there shooting the shit out of your fancy boat?\"\n\nNaomi and Alex said nothing but started pulling the suits from the bag and handing them out.\n\n\"I don't know,\" Kelly said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But we're leaving right now. I've been ordered to get you off this ship in an escape craft. We've got less than ten minutes to make it to the hangar bay, take possession of a ship, and get out of this combat area. Dress fast.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden put on his suit, the implications of their evacuation racing through his mind.\n\n\"Lieutenant, is the ship coming apart?\" he asked.\n\n\"Not yet. But we're being boarded.\"\n\n\"Then why are we leaving?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're losing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kelly didn't tap his foot while waiting for them to seal into their suits; Holden guessed this was only because the marines had their magnetic boots turned on. As soon as everyone had given the thumbs-up, Kelly did a quick radio check on each suit, then headed back into the corridor. With eight people in it, four of them in powered armor, the mini-airlock was tight. Kelly pulled a heavy knife from a sheath on his chest and slashed the plastic barrier open in one quick movement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The hatch behind them slammed shut, and the air in the corridor vanished in a soundless ripple of plastic flaps." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kelly charged into the corridor with the crew scrambling to keep up.\n\n\"We are moving with all speed to the keel elevator banks,\" Kelly said through the radio link. \"They're locked down because of the boarding alarm, but I can get the doors open on one and we'll float down the shaft to the hangar bay. Everything is on the double. If you see boarders, do not stop. Keep moving at all times. We'll handle the hostiles. Roger that?\"\n\n\"Roger, Lieutenant,\" Holden gasped out. \"Why board you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The command information center,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's the holy grail. Codes, deployments, computer cores, the works. Takin' a flagship's CIC is a strategist's wet dream.\"\n\n\"Cut the chatter,\" Kelly said. Holden ignored him.\n\n\"That means they'll blow the core rather than let that happen, right?\"\n\n\"Yep,\" Alex replied. \"Standard ops for boarders. Marines hold the bridge, CIC, and engineering. If any of the three is breached, the other two flip the switch. The ship turns into a star for a few seconds.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Standard ops,\" Kelly growled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Those are my friends.\"\n\n\"Sorry, El Tee,\" Alex replied. \"I served on the Bandon. Don't mean to make light.\"\n\nThey turned a corner and the elevator bank came into view." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All eight elevators were closed and sealed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The heavy pressure doors had slammed shut when the ship was holed.\n\n\"Gomez, run the bypass,\" Kelly said. \"Mole, Dookie, watch those corridors.\"\n\nTwo of the marines spread out, watching the hallways through their gun sights." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The third moved to one of the elevator doors and started doing something complicated to the controls." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden motioned his crew to the wall, out of the firing lines. The deck vibrated slightly from time to time beneath his feet. The enemy ships wouldn't still be firing, not with their boarders inside. It must be small-arms fire and light explosives." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But as they stood there in the perfect quiet of vacuum, everything that was happening took on a distant and surreal feeling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden recognized that his mind wasn't working the way it should be. Trauma reaction. The destruction of the Canterbury, the deaths of Ade and McDowell. And now someone had killed Shed in his bunk. It was too much; he couldn't process it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He felt the scene around him grow more and more distant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden looked behind him at Naomi, Alex, and Amos. His crew. They stared back, faces ashen and ghostly in the green light of their suit displays. Gomez pumped his fist in triumph as the outer pressure door slid open, revealing the elevator doors. Kelly gestured to his men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The one called Mole turned around and started to walk to the elevator when his face disintegrated in a spray of pebble-shaped bits of armored glass and blood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His armored torso and the corridor bulkhead beside him bloomed in a hundred small detonations and puffs of smoke. His body jerked and swayed, attached to the floor by magnetic boots.\n\nHolden's sense of unreality washed away in adrenaline. The fire spraying across the wall and Mole's body was high-explosive rounds from a rapid-fire weapon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The comm channel filled with yelling from the marines and Holden's own crew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To Holden's left, Gomez yanked the elevator doors open using the augmented strength of his powered armor, exposing the empty shaft behind them.\n\n\"Inside!\" Kelly shouted. \"Everybody inside!\"\n\nHolden held back, pushing Naomi in, and then Alex. The last marine—the one Kelly had called Dookie—fired his rifle on full auto at some target around the corner from Holden." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the weapon ran dry, the marine dropped to one knee and ejected the clip in the same motion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Almost faster than Holden could follow, he pulled a new magazine from his harness and slapped it into his weapon. He was firing again less than two seconds after he'd run out.\n\nNaomi yelled at Holden to get into the elevator shaft, and then a viselike hand grabbed his shoulder, yanked him off his magnetic grip on the floor, and hurled him through the open elevator doors.\n\n\"Get killed when I'm not babysitting,\" Lieutenant Kelly barked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They shoved off the walls of the elevator shaft and flew down the long tunnel toward the aft of the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden kept looking back at the open door, receding into the distance behind them.\n\n\"Dookie isn't following us,\" he said.\n\n\"He's covering our exit,\" Kelly replied.\n\n\"So we better get away,\" Gomez added." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Make it mean something.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kelly, at the head of the group, grabbed at a rung on the wall of the shaft and came to a jerking stop. Everyone else followed suit.\n\n\"Here's our exit. Gomez, go check it out,\" Kelly said. \"Holden, here's the plan. We'll be taking one of the corvettes from the hangar bay.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That made sense to Holden." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The corvette class was a light frigate. A fleet escort vessel, it was the smallest naval ship equipped with an Epstein drive. It would be fast enough to travel anywhere in the system and outrun most threats. Its secondary role was as a torpedo bomber, so it would also have teeth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden nodded inside his helmet at Kelly, then gestured for him to continue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kelly waited until Gomez had finished opening the elevator doors and gone into the hangar bay.\n\n\"Okay, I've got the key card and activation code to get us inside and the ship fired up. I'll be heading straight for it, so all of you stick right on my ass. Make sure your boot mags are off. We're going to push off the wall and fly to it, so aim straight or you miss your ride. Everyone with me?\"\n\nAffirmative replies all around.\n\n\"Outstanding. Gomez, what's it look like out there?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Trouble, El Tee. Half a dozen boarders looking over the ships in the hangar. Powered armor, zero-g maneuvering packs, and heavy weapons. Loaded for bear,\" Gomez whispered back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "People always whispered when they were hiding. Wrapped in a space suit and surrounded by vacuum, Gomez could have been lighting fireworks inside his armor and no one would have heard it, but he whispered.\n\n\"We run for the ship and shoot our way through,\" Kelly said. \"Gomez, I'm bringing the civvies in ten seconds. You're covering fire. Shoot and displace. Try and make them think you're a small platoon.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You callin' me small, sir?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gomez said. \"Six dead assholes coming up.\"\n\nHolden, Amos, Alex, and Naomi followed Kelly out of the elevator shaft and into the hangar bay and stopped behind a stack of military-green crates. Holden peeked over them, spotting the boarders immediately. They were in two groups of three near the Knight, one group walking on top of it and the other on the deck below it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their armor was flat black." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden hadn't seen the design before.\n\nKelly pointed at them and looked at Holden. Holden nodded back. Kelly pointed across the hangar at a squat black frigate about twenty-five meters away, halfway between them and the Knight. He held up his left hand and began counting down from five on his fingers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At two, the room strobed like a disco: Gomez opening fire from a position ten meters from their own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first barrage hit two of the boarders on top of the Knight and hurled them spinning off. A heartbeat later, a second burst was fired five meters from where Holden had seen the first. He would have sworn it was two different men.\n\nKelly folded up the last finger on his hand, planted his feet on the wall, and pushed off toward their corvette." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 4 sentences sentences in the style of James S. A. Corey spawning from what the user wrote." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Xinglong died stupid. Afterward, everyone knew she was one of thousands of small-time rock-hopping prospector ships. The Belt was lousy with them: five- or six-family operations that had scraped together enough for a down payment and set up operations. When it happened, they'd been three payments behind, and their bank—Consolidated Holdings and Investments—had put a lien on the ship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Which, common wisdom had it, was why they had disabled her transponder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just honest folks with a rust bucket to call their own trying to keep flying.\n\nIf you were going to make a poster of the Belter's dream, it would have been the Xinglong.\n\nThe Scipio Africanus, a patrol destroyer, was due to head back down toward Mars at the end of its two-year tour of the Belt. They both headed for a captured cometary body a few hundred thousand kilometers from Chiron to top off their water." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the prospecting ship first came in range, the Scipio saw a fast-moving ship running dark and headed more or less in their direction." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The official Martian press releases all said that the Scipio had tried repeatedly to hail her. The OPA pirate casts all said it was crap and that no listening station in the Belt had heard anything like that. Everyone agreed that the Scipio had opened its point defense cannons and turned the prospecting ship into glowing slag.\n\nThe reaction had been as predictable as elementary physics." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Martians were diverting another couple dozen ships to help \"maintain order.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The OPA's shriller talking heads called for open war, and fewer and fewer of the independent sites and casts were disagreeing with them. The great, implacable clockwork of war ticked one step closer to open fighting.\n\nAnd someone on Ceres had put a Martian-born citizen named Enrique Dos Santos through eight or nine hours of torture and nailed the remains to a wall near sector eleven's water reclamation works. They identified him by the terminal that had been left on the floor along with the man's wedding ring and a thin faux-leather wallet with his credit access data and thirty thousand Europa-script new yen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The dead Martian had been affixed to the wall with a single-charge prospector's spike." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Five hours afterward, the air recyclers were still laboring to get the acid smell out. The forensics team had taken their samples. They were about ready to cut the poor bastard down.\n\nIt always surprised Miller how peaceful dead people looked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However godawful the circumstances, the slack calm that came at the end looked like sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It made him wonder if when his turn came, he'd actually feel that last relaxation.\n\n\"Surveillance cameras?\" he said.\n\n\"Been out for three days,\" his new partner said. \"Kids busted 'em.\"\n\nOctavia Muss was originally from crimes against persons, back before Star Helix split violence up into smaller specialties." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From there, she'd been on the rape squad." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then a couple of months of crimes against children. If the woman still had a soul, it had been pressed thin enough to see through. Her eyes never registered anything more than mild surprise.\n\n\"We know which kids?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Some punks from upstairs,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Booked, fined, released into the wild.\"\n\n\"We should round 'em back up,\" Miller said. \"It'd be interesting to know whether someone paid them to take out these particular cameras.\"\n\n\"I'd bet against it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then whoever did this had to know that these cameras were busted.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Someone in maintenance?\"\n\n\"Or a cop.\"\n\nMuss smacked her lips and shrugged. She'd come from three generations in the Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had family on ships like the one the Scipio had killed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The skin and bone and gristle hanging in front of them were no surprise to her. You dropped a hammer under thrust, and it fell to the deck. Your government slaughtered six families of ethnic Chinese prospectors, someone pinned you to the living rock of Ceres with a three-foot titanium alloy spike. Same same.\n\n\"There's going to be consequences,\" Miller said, meaning This isn't a corpse, it's a billboard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It's a call to war." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There ain't,\" Muss said. The war is here anyway, banner or no.\n\n\"Yeah,\" Miller said. \"You're right. There ain't.\"\n\n\"You want to do next of kin? I'll go take a look at outlying video. They didn't burn his fingers off here in the corridor, so they had to haul him in from somewhere.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Miller said. \"I've got a sympathy form letter I can fire off. Wife?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Don't know,\" she said. \"Haven't looked.\"\n\nBack at the station house, Miller sat alone at his desk. Muss already had her own desk, two cubicles over and customized the way she liked it. Havelock's desk was empty and cleaned twice over, as if the custodial services had wanted the smell of Earth off their good Belter chair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller pulled up the dead man's file, found the next of kin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jun-Yee Dos Santos, working on Ganymede. Married six years. No kids. Well, there was something to be glad of, at least. If you were going to die, at least you shouldn't leave a mark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He navigated to the form letter, dropped in the new widow's name and contact address." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dear Mrs. Dos Santos, I am very sorry to have to tell you blah blah blah. Your [he spun through the menu] husband was a valued and respected member of the Ceres community, and I assure you that everything possible will be done to see that her [Miller toggled that] his killer or killers will be brought to answer for this. Yours...\n\nIt was inhuman. It was impersonal and cold and as empty as vacuum. The hunk of flesh on that corridor wall had been a real man with passions and fears, just like anyone else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller wanted to wonder what it said about him that he could ignore that fact so easily, but the truth was he knew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He sent the message and tried not to dwell on the pain it was about to cause.\n\nThe board was thick. The incident count was twice what it should have been. This is what it looks like, he thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No riots. No hole-by-hole military action or marines in the corridors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just a lot of unsolved homicides.\n\nThen he corrected himself: This is what it looks like so far.\n\nIt didn't make his next task any easier.\n\nShaddid was in her office." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What can I do for you?\" she asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I need to make some requisitions for interrogation transcripts,\" he said. \"But it's a little irregular. I was thinking it might be better if it came through you.\"\n\nShaddid sat back in her chair.\n\n\"I'll look at it,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are we trying to get?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller nodded, as if by signaling yes himself, he could get her to say the same.\n\n\"Jim Holden. The Earther from the Canterbury. Mars should be picking his people up around now, and I need to petition for the debriefing transcripts.\"\n\n\"You have a case that goes back to the Canterbury?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said. \"Seems like I do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Tell me,\" she said. \"Tell me now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's the side job. Julie Mao. I've been looking into it...\"\n\n\"I saw your report.\"\n\n\"So you know she's associated with the OPA. From what I've found, it looks like she was on a freighter that was doing courier runs for them.\"\n\n\"You have proof of that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have an OPA guy that said as much.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"On the record?\"\n\n\"No,\" Miller said. \"It was informal.\"\n\n\"And it tied into the Martian navy killing the Canterbury how?\"\n\n\"She was on the Scopuli,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was used as bait to stop the Canterbury. The thing is, you look at the broadcasts Holden makes, he talks about finding it with a Mars Navy beacon and no crew.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you think there's something in there that'll help you?\"\n\n\"Won't know until I see it,\" Miller said. \"But if Julie wasn't on that freighter, then someone had to take her off.\"\n\nShaddid's smile didn't reach her eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And you would like to ask the Martian navy to please hand over whatever they got from Holden.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If he saw something on that boat, something that'll give us an idea what happened to Julie and the other—\"\n\n\"You aren't thinking this through,\" Shaddid said. \"The Mars Navy killed the Canterbury. They did it to provoke a reaction from the Belt so they'd have an excuse to roll in and take us over. The only reason they're 'debriefing' the survivors is so that no one could get to the poor bastards first. Holden and his crew are either dead or getting their minds cored out by Martian interrogation specialists right now.\"\n\n\"We can't be sure...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And even if I could get a full record of what they said as each toenail got ripped off, it would do you exactly no good, Miller. The Martian navy isn't going to ask about the Scopuli. They know good and well what happened to the crew. They planted the Scopuli.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that Star Helix's official stand?\" Miller asked. The words were barely out of his mouth before he saw they'd been a mistake. Shaddid's face closed down like a light going out. Now that he'd said it, he saw the implied threat he'd just made." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm just pointing out the source reliability issue,\" Shaddid said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't go to the suspect and ask where they think you should look next. And the Juliette Mao retrieval isn't your first priority.\"\n\n\"I'm not saying it is,\" Miller said, chagrined to hear the defensiveness in his voice.\n\n\"We have a board out there that's full and getting fuller. Our first priorities are safety and continuity of services. If what you're doing isn't directly related to that, there are better things for you to be doing.\"\n\n\"This war—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Isn't our job,\" Shaddid said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Our job is Ceres. Get me a final report on Juliette Mao. I'll send it through channels. We've done what we could.\"\n\n\"I don't think—\"\n\n\"I do,\" Shaddid said. \"We've done what we could. Now stop being a pussy, get your ass out there, and catch bad guys. Detective.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, Captain,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Muss was sitting at Miller's desk when he got back to it, a cup in her hand that was either strong tea or weak coffee. She nodded toward his desktop monitor. On it, three Belters—two men and one woman—were coming out of a warehouse door, an orange plastic shipping container carried between them. Miller raised his eyebrows." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Employed by an independent gas-hauling company. Nitrogen, oxygen. Basic atmospherics. Nothing exotic. Looks like they had the poor bastard in one of the company warehouses. I've sent forensics over to see if we can get any blood splatters for confirmation.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Good work,\" Miller said.\n\nMuss shrugged. Adequate work, she seemed to say.\n\n\"Where are the perps?\" Miller asked.\n\n\"Shipped out yesterday,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Flight plan logs them as headed for Io.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Io?\"\n\n\"Earth-Mars Coalition central,\" Muss said. \"Want to put any money on whether they actually show up there?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" Miller said. \"I'll lay you fifty that they don't.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Muss actually laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've put them on the alert system,\" she said. \"Anyplace they land, the locals will have a heads-up and a tracking number for the Dos Santos thing.\"\n\n\"So case closed,\" Miller said.\n\n\"Chalk another one up for the good guys,\" Muss agreed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rest of the day was hectic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three assaults, two of them overtly political and one domestic. Muss and Miller cleared all three from the board before the end of shift. There would be more by tomorrow.\n\nAfter he clocked out, Miller stopped at a food cart near one of the tube stations for a bowl of vat rice and textured protein that approximated teriyaki chicken." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All around him on the tube, normal citizens of Ceres read their newsfeeds and listened to music." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A young couple half a car up from him leaned close to each other, murmuring and giggling. They might have been sixteen. Seventeen. He saw the boy's wrist snake up under the girl's shirt. She didn't protest. An old woman directly across from Miller slept, her head lolling against the wall of the car, her snores almost delicate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These people were what it was all about, Miller told himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Normal people living small lives in a bubble of rock surrounded by hard vacuum. If they let the station turn into a riot zone, let order fail, all these lives would get turned into kibble like a kitten in a meat grinder. Making sure it didn't happen was for people like him, Muss, even Shaddid.\n\nSo, a small voice said in the back of his mind, why isn't it your job to stop Mars from dropping a nuke and cracking Ceres like an egg?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "What's the bigger threat to that guy standing over there, a few unlicensed whores or a Belt at war with Mars?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What was the harm that could come from knowing what happened to the Scopuli?\n\nBut of course he knew the answer to that. He couldn't judge how dangerous the truth was until he knew it—which was itself a fine reason to keep going.\n\nThe OPA man, Anderson Dawes, was sitting on a cloth folding chair outside Miller's hole, reading a book." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a real book—onionskin pages bound in what might have been actual leather." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller had seen pictures of them before; the idea of that much weight for a single megabyte of data struck him as decadent.\n\n\"Detective.\"\n\n\"Mr. Dawes.\"\n\n\"I was hoping we could talk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller was glad, as they went inside together, that he'd cleaned up a little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the beer bottles had gone to recycler. The tables and cabinets were dusted. The cushions on the chairs had all been mended or replaced. As Dawes took his seat, Miller realized he'd done the housework in anticipation of this meeting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hadn't realized it until now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dawes put his book on the table, dug in his jacket pocket, and slid a thin black filmdrive across the table. Miller picked it up.\n\n\"What am I going to see on this?\" he asked.\n\n\"Nothing you can't confirm in the records,\" Dawes answered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Anything fabricated?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" Dawes said. His grin did nothing to improve his appearance. \"But not by us. You asked about the police riot gear. It was signed for by a Sergeant Pauline Trikoloski for transfer to special services unit twenty-three.\"\n\n\"Special services twenty-three?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Dawes said. \"It doesn't exist. Nor does Trikoloski. The equipment was all boxed up, signed for, and delivered to a dock. The freighter in the berth at the time was registered to the Corporaçõ do Gato Preto.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Black Cat?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know them?\"\n\n\"Import-export, same as everyone else,\" Miller said with a shrug. \"We investigated them as a possible front for the Loca Greiga. Never tied them down, though.\"\n\n\"You were right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You prove it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not my job,\" Dawes said. \"But this might interest you. Automated docking logs for the ship when she left here and when she arrived on Ganymede. She's three tons lighter, not even counting reaction mass consumption. And the transit time is longer than the orbital mechanics projections.\"\n\n\"Someone met her,\" Miller said. \"Transferred the gear to another ship.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's your answer,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Both of them. The riot gear was taken off the station by local organized crime. There aren't records to support it, but I think it's safe to assume that they also shipped out the personnel to use that gear.\"\n\n\"Where to?\"\n\nDawes lifted his hands. Miller nodded. They were off station. Case closed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Another one for the good guys." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Damn.\n\n\"I've kept my part of our bargain,\" Dawes said. \"You asked for information. I've gotten it. Now, are you going to keep your end?\"\n\n\"Drop the Mao investigation,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't a question, and Dawes didn't act is if it were." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller leaned back in his chair.\n\nJuliette Andromeda Mao. Inner system heiress turned OPA courier. Pinnace racer. Brown belt, aiming for black.\n\n\"Sure, what the hell,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not like I would have shipped her back home if I'd found her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No?\"\n\nMiller shifted his hands in a gesture that meant Of course not.\n\n\"She's a good kid,\" Miller said. \"How would you feel if you were all grown up and Mommy could still pull you back home by your ear? It was a bullshit job from the start.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes smiled again. This time it actually did help a little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm glad to hear you say that, Detective. And I won't forget the rest of our agreement. When we find her, I will tell you. You've got my word on it.\"\n\n\"I appreciate that,\" Miller said.\n\nThere was a moment of silence. Miller couldn't decide if it was companionable or awkward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maybe there was room for both." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dawes rose, put out his hand. Miller shook it. Dawes left. Two cops working for different sides. Maybe they had something in common." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Didn't mean Miller was uncomfortable lying to the man." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He opened his terminal's encryption program, routed it to his communication suite, and started talking into the camera.\n\n\"We haven't met, sir, but I hope you'll find a few minutes to help me out. I'm Detective Miller with Star Helix Security. I'm on the Ceres security contract, and I've been tasked with finding your daughter. I've got a couple questions.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Provide four sentences as a continuation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden grabbed for Naomi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He struggled to orient himself as the two of them spun across the bay with nothing to push off of and nothing to arrest their flight. They were in the middle of the room with no cover.\n\nThe blast had hurled Kelly five meters through the air and into the side of a packing crate, where he was floating now, one magnetic boot connected to the side of the container, the other struggling to connect with the deck. Amos had been blown down, and lay flat on the floor, his lower leg stuck out at an impossible angle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex crouched at his side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden craned his neck, looking toward the attackers. There was the boarder with the grenade launcher who had blasted Kelly, lining up on them for the killing shot. We're dead, Holden thought. Naomi made an obscene gesture." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The man with the grenade launcher shuddered and dissolved in a spray of blood and small detonations." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Get to the ship!\" Gomez screamed from the radio. His voice was grating and high, half shrieking pain and half battle ecstasy.\n\nHolden pulled the tether line off Naomi's suit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you...?\" she began." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Trust me,\" he said, then put his feet into her stomach and shoved off, hard. He hit the deck while she spun toward the ceiling. He kicked on his boot mags and then yanked the tether to pull her down to him.\n\nThe room strobed with sustained machine gun fire." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden said, \"Stay low,\" and ran as quickly as his magnetic boots would allow toward Alex and Amos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The mechanic moved his limbs feebly, so he was still alive. Holden realized he still had the end of Naomi's tether in his hand, so he clipped it on to a loop on his suit. No more getting separated.\n\nHolden lifted Amos off the deck, then checked the inertia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The mechanic grunted and muttered something obscene." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden attached Amos' tether to his suit too. He'd carry the whole crew if that was what it took. Without saying a word, Alex clipped his tether to Holden and gave him a weary thumbs-up.\n\n\"That was... I mean, fuck,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jim,\" Naomi said. \"Look!\"\n\nHolden followed her gaze. Kelly was staggering toward them. His armor was visibly crushed on the left side of his torso, and hydraulic fluid leaked from his suit into a trail of droplets floating behind him, but he was moving—toward the frigate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay,\" Holden said. \"Let's go.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The five of them moved as a group to the ship, the air around them filled with pieces of packing crates blown apart by the ongoing battle. A wasp stung Holden's arm, and his suit's head-up display informed him that it had sealed a minor breach. He felt something warm trickle down his bicep.\n\nGomez shouted like a madman over the radio as he dashed around the outer edge of the bay, firing wildly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The return fire was constant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden saw the marine hit again and again, small explosions and ablative clouds coming off his suit until Holden could hardly believe that there could be anything inside it still living. But Gomez kept the enemy's attention, and Holden and the crew were able to limp up to the half cover of the corvette's airlock.\n\nKelly pulled a small metal card from a pocket on his armor. A swipe of the card opened the outer door, and Holden pulled Amos' floating body inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi, Alex, and the wounded marine came in after, staring at each other in shocked disbelief as the airlock cycled and the inner doors opened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't believe we...\" Alex said; then his voice trailed off.\n\n\"Talk about it later,\" Kelly barked. \"Alex Kamal, you served on MCRN ships. Can you fly this thing?\"\n\n\"Sure, El Tee,\" Alex replied, then visibly straightened. \"Why me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Our other pilot's outside getting killed. Take this,\" Kelly said, handing him the metal card." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The rest of you, get strapped in. We've lost a lot of time.\"\n\nUp close, the damage to Kelly's armor was even more apparent. He had to have severe injuries to his chest. And not all the liquid coming out of the suit was hydraulic fluid." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was definitely blood as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me help you,\" Holden said, reaching for him.\n\n\"Don't touch me,\" Kelly said, with an anger that took Holden by surprise. \"You get strapped in, and you shut the fuck up. Now.\"\n\nHolden didn't argue. He unhooked the tethers from his suit and helped Naomi maneuver Amos to the crash couches and strap him in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kelly stayed on the deck above, but his voice came over the ship's comm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mr. Kamal, are we ready to fly?\" he said.\n\n\"Roger that, El Tee. The reactor was already hot when we got here.\"\n\n\"The Tachi was the ready standby. That's why we're taking her. Now go. As soon as we clear the hangar, full throttle.\"\n\n\"Roger,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gravity returned in tiny bursts at random directions as Alex lifted the ship off the deck and spun it toward the hangar door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden finished putting on his straps and checked to see that Naomi and Amos were squared away. The mechanic was moaning and holding on to the edge of the couch with a death grip.\n\n\"You still with us, Amos?\" Holden said.\n\n\"Fan-fucking-tastic, Cap.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh shit, I can see Gomez,\" Alex said over the comm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's down. Aw, you goddammed bastards! They're shootin' him while he's down! Son of a bitch!\"\n\nThe ship stopped moving, and Alex said in a quiet voice, \"Suck on this, asshole.\"\n\nThe ship vibrated for half a second, then paused before continuing toward the lock.\n\n\"Point defense cannons?\" Holden asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Summary roadside justice,\" Alex grunted back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden was imagining what several hundred rounds of Teflon-coated tungsten steel going five thousand meters per second would do to human bodies when Alex threw down the throttle and a roomful of elephants swan dived onto his chest.\n\nHolden woke in zero g. His eye sockets and testicles ached, so they'd been at high thrust for a while. The wall terminal next to him said it had been almost half an hour. Naomi was moving in her couch, but Amos was unconscious, and blood was coming out of a hole in his suit at an alarming rate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Naomi, check Amos,\" Holden croaked, his throat aching with the effort. \"Alex, report.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The Donnie went up behind us, Cap. Guess the marines didn't hold. She's gone,\" Alex said in a subdued voice.\n\n\"The six attacking ships?\"\n\n\"I haven't seen any sign of them since the explosion. I'd guess they're toast.\"\n\nHolden nodded to himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Summary roadside justice, indeed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Boarding a ship was one of the riskiest maneuvers in naval combat. It was basically a race between the boarders rushing to the engine room and the collective will of those who had their fingers on the self-destruct button. After even one look at Captain Yao, Holden could have told them who'd lose that race.\n\nStill. Someone had thought it was worth the risk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden pulled his straps off and floated over to Amos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Naomi had opened an emergency kit and was cutting the mechanic's suit off with a pair of heavy scissors. The hole had been punched out by a jagged end of Amos' broken tibia when the suit had pushed against it at twelve g.\n\nWhen she'd finished cutting the suit away, Naomi blanched at the mass of blood and gore that Amos' lower leg had turned into.\n\n\"What do we do?\" Holden asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Naomi just stared at him, then barked out a harsh laugh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have no idea,\" she said.\n\n\"But you—\" Holden started. She talked right over him.\n\n\"If he were made of metal, I'd just hammer him straight and then weld everything into place,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But he isn't made out of ship parts,\" she continued, her voice rising into a yell, \"so why are you asking me what to do?\"\n\nHolden held up his hands in a placating gesture.\n\n\"Okay, got it. Let's just stop the bleeding for now, all right?\"\n\n\"If Alex gets killed, are you going to ask me to fly the ship too?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden started to answer and then stopped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was right. Whenever he didn't know what to do, he handed off to Naomi. He'd been doing it for years. She was smart, capable, usually unflappable. She'd become a crutch, and she'd been through all the same trauma he had." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If he didn't start paying attention, he'd break her, and he needed not to do that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're right. I'll take care of Amos,\" he said. \"You go up and check on Kelly. I'll be there in a few minutes.\"\n\nNaomi stared at him until her breathing slowed, then said, \"Okay,\" and headed to the crew ladder.\n\nHolden sprayed Amos' leg with coagulant booster and wrapped it in gauze from the first aid kit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he called up the ship's database on the wall terminal and did a search on compound fractures." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was reading it with growing dismay when Naomi called.\n\n\"Kelly's dead,\" she said, her voice flat.\n\nHolden's stomach dropped, and he gave himself three breaths to get the panic out of his voice.\n\n\"Okay. I'll need your help setting this bone. Come on back down. Alex? Give me half a g of thrust while we work on Amos.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Any particular direction, Cap?\" Alex asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't care, just give me half a g and stay off the radio till I say so.\"\n\nNaomi dropped back down the ladder well as the gravity started to come up.\n\n\"It looks like every rib on the left side of Kelly's body was broken,\" she said. \"Thrust g probably punctured all his organs.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He had to know that was going to happen,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah.\"\n\nIt was easy to make fun of the marines when they weren't listening. In Holden's navy days, making fun of jarheads was as natural as cussing. But four marines had died getting him off the Donnager, and three of them had made a conscious decision to do so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden promised himself that he'd never make fun of them again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We need to pull the bone straight before we set it. Hold him still, and I'll pull on his foot. Let me know when the bone has retracted and lined up again.\"\n\nNaomi started to protest.\n\n\"I know you're not a doctor. Just best guess,\" Holden said.\n\nIt was one of the most horrible things Holden had ever done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Amos woke up screaming during the procedure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had to pull the leg out twice, because the first time the bones didn't line up, and when he let go, the jagged end of the tibia popped back out the hole in a spray of blood. Fortunately, Amos passed out after that and they were able to make the second attempt without the screaming. It seemed to work. Holden sprayed the wound down with antiseptics and coagulants." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stapled the hole closed and slapped a growth-stimulating bandage over it, then finished up with a quick-form air-cast and an antibiotic patch on the mechanic's thigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Afterward he collapsed onto the deck and gave in to the shakes. Naomi climbed into her couch and sobbed. It was the first time Holden had ever seen her cry.\n\nHolden, Alex, and Naomi floated in a loose triangle around the crash couch where Lieutenant Kelly's body lay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Below, Amos was in a heavily sedated sleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Tachi drifted through space toward no particular destination. For the first time in a long time, no one followed.\n\nHolden knew the other two were waiting for him. Waiting to hear how he was going to save them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They looked at him expectantly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He tried to appear calm and thoughtful. Inside, he panicked. He had no idea where to go. No idea what to do. Ever since they'd found the Scopuli, everywhere that should have been safe had turned into a death trap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Canterbury, the Donnager." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Holden was terrified of going anywhere, for fear that it would be blown up moments later.\n\nDo something, a mentor of a decade earlier said to his young officers. It doesn't have to be right, it just has to be something.\n\n\"Someone is going to investigate what happened to the Donnager,\" Holden said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Martian ships are speeding to that spot as we speak. They'll already know the Tachi got away, because our transponder is blabbing our survival to the solar system at large.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No it ain't,\" Alex said.\n\n\"Explain that, Mr. Kamal.\"\n\n\"This is a torpedo bomber. You think they want a nice transponder signal to lock on to when they're makin' runs on an enemy capital ship? Naw, there's a handy switch up in the cockpit that says 'transponder off.' I flipped it before we flew out. We're just another moving object out of a million like us.\"\n\nHolden was silent for two long breaths." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Alex, that may be the single greatest thing anyone has ever done, in the history of the universe,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But we can't land, Jim,\" Naomi said. \"One, no port is going to let a ship with no transponder signal anywhere near them, and two, as soon as they make us out visually, the fact that we're a Martian warship will be hard to hide.\"\n\n\"Yep, that's the downside,\" Alex agreed.\n\n\"Fred Johnson,\" Holden said, \"gave us the network address to get in touch with him. I'm thinking that the OPA might be the one group that would let us land our stolen Martian warship somewhere.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It ain't stolen,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's legitimate salvage now.\"\n\n\"Yeah, you make that argument to the MCRN if they catch us, but let's try and make sure they don't.\"\n\n\"So, we just wait here till Colonel Johnson gets back to us?\" Alex asked.\n\n\"No, I wait. You two prep Lieutenant Kelly for burial. Alex, you were MCRN. You know the traditions. Do it with full honors and record it in the log. He died to get us off that ship, and we're going to accord him every respect. As soon as we land anywhere, we'll bounce the full record to MCRN command so they can do it officially.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex nodded. \"We'll do it right, sir.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred Johnson replied to his message so fast that Holden wondered if he'd been sitting at his terminal waiting for it. Johnson's message consisted only of coordinates and the word tightbeam. Holden aimed the laser array at the specified location—it was the same one Fred had beamed his first message from—then turned on his mic and said, \"Fred?\"\n\nThe coordinates given were more than eleven light-minutes away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden prepared to wait twenty-two minutes for his answer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just to have something to do, he fed the location up to the cockpit and told Alex to fly in that direction at one g as soon as they'd finished with Lieutenant Kelly.\n\nTwenty minutes later the thrust came up and Naomi climbed the ladder. She'd stripped off her vacuum suit and was wearing a red Martian jumpsuit that was half a foot too short for her and three times too big around. Her hair and face looked clean." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This ship has a head with a shower. Can we keep it?\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How'd it go?\"\n\n\"We took care of him. There's a decent-sized cargo bay down by engineering. We put him there until we can find some way to send him home. I turned off the environment in there, so he'll stay preserved.\"\n\nShe held out her hand and dropped a small black cube into his lap.\n\n\"That was in a pocket under his armor,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden held up the object." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It looked like some sort of data-storage device.\n\n\"Can you find out what's on it?\" he asked.\n\n\"Sure. Give me some time.\"\n\n\"And Amos?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Blood pressure's steady,\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's got to be a good thing.\"\n\nThe comm console beeped at them, and Holden started the playback.\n\n\"Jim, news of the Donnager has just started hitting the net. I admit I am extremely surprised to be hearing from you,\" said Fred's voice. \"What can I do for you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Holden paused a moment while he mentally prepared his response." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fred's suspicion was palpable, but he'd sent Holden a keyword to use for exactly that reason.\n\n\"Fred. While our enemies have become ubiquitous, our list of friends has grown kind of short. In fact, you're pretty much it. I am in a stolen—\"\n\nAlex cleared his throat.\n\n\"A salvaged MCRN gunboat,\" Holden went on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I need a way to hide that fact. I need somewhere to go where they won't just shoot me down for showing up. Help me do that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was half an hour before the reply came.\n\n\"I've attached a datafile on a subchannel,\" Fred said. \"It's got your new transponder code and directions on how to install it. The code will check out in all the registries. It's legitimate. It's also got coordinates that will get you to a safe harbor. I'll meet you there. We have a lot to talk about.\"\n\n\"New transponder code?\" Naomi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How does the OPA get new transponder codes?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your next one should be approximately two sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hack the Earth-Mars Coalition's security protocols or get a mole in the registry office,\" Holden said. \"Either way, I think we're playing in the big league now.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a bit then you need to write around 4 sentences continuing directly from the user's text. Try to mimic the style of James S. A. Corey.Produce 4 sentences using the prose and structure of James S. A. Corey every time its your turn using what the user wrote as a seed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller watched the feed from Mars along with the rest of the station. The podium was draped in black, which was a bad sign. The single star and thirty stripes of the Martian Congressional Republic hung in the background not once, but eight times. That was worse.\n\n\"This cannot happen without careful planning,\" the Martian president said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The information they sought to steal would have compromised Martian fleet security in a profound and fundamental way. They failed, but at the price of two thousand and eighty-six Martian lives. This aggression is something the Belt has been preparing for years at the least.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Belt, Miller noticed. Not the OPA—the Belt.\n\n\"In the week since first news of that attack, we have seen thirty incursions into the security radius of Martian ships and bases, including Pallas Station. If those refineries were to be lost, the economy of Mars could suffer irreversible damage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the face of an armed, organized guerrilla force, we have no choice but to enforce a military cordon on the stations, bases, and ships of the Belt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Congress has delivered new orders to all naval elements not presently involved in active Coalition duty, and it is our hope that our brothers and sisters of Earth will approve joint Coalition maneuvers with the greatest possible speed.\n\n\"The new mandate of the Martian navy is to secure the safety of all honest citizens, to dismantle the infrastructures of evil presently hiding in the Belt, and bring to justice those responsible for these attacks. I am pleased to say that our initial actions have resulted in the destruction of eighteen illegal warships and—\"\n\nMiller turned off the feed. That was it, then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The secret war was out of the closet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Papa Mao had been right to want Julie out, but it was too late. His darling daughter was going to have to take her chances, just like everyone else.\n\nAt the very least, it was going to mean curfews and personnel tracking all through Ceres Station. Officially, the station was neutral." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The OPA didn't own it or anything else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Star Helix was an Earth corporation, not under contractual or treaty obligation to Mars. At best, Mars and the OPA would keep their fight outside the station. At worst, there would more riots on Ceres. More death.\n\nNo, that wasn't true." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At worst, Mars or the OPA would make a statement by throwing a rock or a handful of nuclear warheads at the station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or by blowing a fusion drive on a docked ship. If things got out of hand, it would mean six or seven million dead people and the end of everything Miller had ever known.\n\nOdd that it should feel almost like relief.\n\nFor weeks, Miller had known." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone had known. But it hadn't actually happened, so every conversation, every joke, every chance interaction and semi-anonymous nod and polite moment of light banter on the tube had seemed like an evasion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't fix the cancer of war, couldn't even slow down the spread, but at least he could admit it was happening. He stretched, ate his last bite of fungal curds, drank the dregs of something not entirely unlike coffee, and headed out to keep peace in wartime.\n\nMuss greeted him with a vague nod when he got to the station house. The board was filled with cases—crimes to be investigated, documented, and dismissed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Twice as many entries as the day before." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bad night,\" Miller said.\n\n\"Could be worse,\" Muss said.\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"Star Helix could be a Mars corporation. As long as Earth stays neutral, we don't have to actually be the Gestapo.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And how long you figure that'll last?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What time is it?\" she asked. \"Tell you what, though. When it does come down, I need to make a stop up toward the core. There was this one guy back when I was rape squad we could never quite nail.\"\n\n\"Why wait?\" Miller asked. \"We could go up, put a bullet in him, be back by lunch.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, but you know how it is,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Trying to stay professional. Anyway, if we did that, we'd have to investigate it, and there's no room on the board.\"\n\nMiller sat at his desk. It was just shoptalk. The kind of over-the-top deadpan you did when your day was filled with underage whores and tainted drugs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And still, there was a tension in the station." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was in the way people laughed, the way they held themselves. There were more holsters visible than usual, as if by showing their weapons they might be made safe.\n\n\"You think it's the OPA?\" Muss asked. Her voice was lower now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That killed the Donnager, you mean? Who else could? Plus which, they're taking credit for it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Some of them are. From what I heard, there's more than one OPA these days. The old-school guys don't know a goddamn thing about any of this. All shitting their pants and trying to track down the pirate casts that are claiming credit.\"\n\n\"So they can do what?\" Miller asked. \"You can shut down every loudmouth caster in the Belt, it won't change a thing.\"\n\n\"If there's a schism in the OPA, though...\" Muss looked at the board." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If there was a schism within the OPA, the board as they saw it now was nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller had lived through two major gang wars. First when the Loca Greiga displaced and destroyed the Aryan Flyers, and then when the Golden Bough split. The OPA was bigger, and meaner, and more professional than any of them. That would be civil war in the Belt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Might not happen,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shaddid stepped out of her office, her gaze sweeping the station house. Conversations dimmed. Shaddid caught Miller's eye. She made a sharp gesture. Get in the office." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Busted,\" Muss said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the office, Anderson Dawes sat at ease on one of the chairs. Miller felt his body twitch as that information fell into place. Mars and the Belt in open, armed conflict. The OPA's face on Ceres sitting with the captain of the security force." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So that's how it is, he thought." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're working the Mao job,\" Shaddid said as she took her seat. Miller hadn't been offered the option of sitting, so he clasped his hands behind him.\n\n\"You assigned it to me,\" he said.\n\n\"And I told you it wasn't a priority,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I disagreed,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dawes smiled. It was a surprisingly warm expression, especially compared to Shaddid's.\n\n\"Detective Miller,\" Dawes said. \"You don't understand what's happening here. We are sitting on a pressure vessel, and you keep swinging a pickax at it. You need to stop that.\"\n\n\"You're off the Mao case,\" Shaddid said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you understand that? I am officially removing you from that investigation as of right now. Any further investigation you do, I will have you disciplined for working outside your caseload and misappropriating Star Helix resources. You will return any material on the case to me. You will wipe any data you have in your personal partition. And you'll do it before the end of shift.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miller's brain spun, but he kept his face impassive. She was taking Julie away. He wasn't going to let her. That was a given." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it wasn't the first issue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have some inquiries in process...\" he began.\n\n\"No, you don't,\" Shaddid said. \"Your little letter to the parents was a breach of policy. Any contact with the shareholders should have come through me.\"\n\n\"You're telling me it didn't go out,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Meaning You've been monitoring me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It did not,\" Shaddid said. Yes, I have. What are you going to do about it?\n\nAnd there wasn't anything he could do.\n\n\"And the transcripts of the James Holden interrogation?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller said. \"Did those get out before...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Before the Donnanger was destroyed, taking with it the only living witnesses to the Scopuli and plunging the system into war? Miller knew the question sounded like a whine. Shaddid's jaw tensed. He wouldn't have been surprised to hear teeth cracking. Dawes broke the silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think we can make this a little easier,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Detective, if I'm hearing you right, you think we're burying the issue. We aren't. But it's not in anyone's interests that Star Helix be the one to find the answers you're looking for. Think about it. You may be a Belter, but you're working for an Earth corporation. Right now, Earth is the only major power without an oar in the water. The only one who can possibly negotiate with all sides.\"\n\n\"And so why wouldn't they want to know the truth?\" Miller said.\n\n\"That isn't the problem,\" Dawes said. \"The problem is that Star Helix and Earth can't appear to be involved one way or the other. Their hands need to stay clean. And this issue leads outside your contract. Juliette Mao isn't on Ceres, and maybe there was a time you could have jumped a ship to wherever you found her and done the abduction. Extradition. Extraction. Whatever you want to call it. But that time has passed. Star Helix is Ceres, part of Ganymede, and a few dozen warehouse asteroids. If you leave that, you're going into enemy territory.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But the OPA isn't,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have the resources to do this right,\" Dawes said with a nod. \"Mao is one of ours. The Scopuli was one of ours.\"\n\n\"And the Scopuli was the bait that killed the Canterbury,\" Miller said. \"And the Canterbury was the bait that killed the Donnager. So why exactly would anyone be better off having you be the only ones looking into something you might have done?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You think we nuked the Canterbury,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The OPA, with its state-of-the-art Martian warships?\"\n\n\"It got the Donnanger out where it could be attacked. As long as it was with the fleet, it couldn't have been boarded.\"\n\nDawes looked sour.\n\n\"Conspiracy theories, Mr. Miller,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If we had cloaked Martian warships, we wouldn't be losing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You had enough to kill the Donnanger with just six ships.\"\n\n\"No. We didn't. Our version of blowing up the Donnager is a whole bunch of tramp prospectors loaded with nukes going on a suicide mission. We have many, many resources. What happened to the Donnager wasn't part of them.\"\n\nThe silence was broken only by the hum of the air recycler. Miller crossed his arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But... I don't understand,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If the OPA didn't start this, who did?\"\n\n\"That is what Juliette Mao and the crew of the Scopuli can tell us,\" Shaddid said. \"Those are the stakes, Miller. Who and why and please Christ some idea of how to stop it.\"\n\n\"And you don't want to find them?\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't want you to,\" Dawes said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not when someone else can do it better.\"\n\nMiller shook his head. It was going too far, and he knew it. On the other hand, sometimes going too far could tell you something too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not sold,\" he said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't have to be sold,\" Shaddid said. \"This isn't a negotiation. We aren't bringing you in to ask you for a goddamn favor. I am your boss. I am telling you. Do you know those words? Telling. You.\"\n\n\"We have Holden,\" Dawes said.\n\n\"What?\" Miller said at the same time Shaddid said, \"You're not supposed to talk about that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dawes raised an arm toward Shaddid in the Belt's physical idiom of telling someone to be quiet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To Miller's surprise, she did as the OPA man said.\n\n\"We have Holden. He and his crew didn't die, and they are or are about to be in OPA custody. Do you understand what I'm saying, Detective? Do you see my point? I can do this investigation because I have the resources to do it. You can't even find out what happened to your own riot gear.\"\n\nIt was a slap. Miller looked at his shoes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd broken his word to Dawes about dropping the case, and the man hadn't brought it up until now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had to give the OPA operative points for that. Added to that, if Dawes really did have James Holden, there was no chance of Miller's getting access to the interrogation.\n\nWhen Shaddid spoke, her voice was surprisingly gentle.\n\n\"There were three murders yesterday. Eight warehouses got broken into, probably by the same bunch of people. We've got six people in hospital wards around the station with their nerves falling apart from a bad batch of bathtub pseudoheroin. The whole station's jumpy,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There's a lot of good you can do out there, Miller. Go catch some bad guys.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure, Captain,\" Miller said. \"You bet.\"\n\nMuss leaned against his desk, waiting for him. Her arms were crossed, her eyes as bored looking at him as they had been looking at the corpse of Dos Santos pinned to the corridor wall.\n\n\"New asshole?\" she asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It'll grow closed. Give it time. I got us one of the murders. Mid-level accountant for Naobi-Shears got his head blown off outside a bar. It looked fun.\"\n\nMiller pulled up his hand terminal and took in the basics. His heart wasn't in it.\n\n\"Hey, Muss,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I got a question.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fire away.\"\n\n\"You've got a case you don't want solved. What do you do?\"\n\nHis new partner frowned, tilted her head, and shrugged.\n\n\"I hand it to a fish,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There was a guy back in crimes against children. If we knew the perp was one of our informants, we'd always give it to him. None of our guys ever got in trouble.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah,\" Miller said.\n\n\"For that matter, I need someone to take the shitty partner, I do the same thing,\" Muss went on. \"You know. Someone no one else wants to work with? Got bad breath or a shitty personality or whatever, but he needs a partner. So I pick the guy who maybe he used to be good, but then he got a divorce. Started hitting the bottle. Guy still thinks he's a hotshot. Acts like it. Only his numbers aren't better than anyone else's. Give him the shit cases. The shit partner.\"\n\nMiller closed his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His stomach felt uneasy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What did you do?\" he asked.\n\n\"To get assigned to you?\" Muss said. \"One of the seniors made the moves on me and I shot him down.\"\n\n\"So you got stuck.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Pretty much. Come on, Miller. You aren't stupid,\" Muss said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You had to know.\"\n\nHe'd had to know that he was the station house joke. The guy who used to be good. The one who'd lost it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No, actually he hadn't known that." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He opened his eyes. Muss didn't look happy or sad, pleased at his pain or particularly distressed by it. It was just work to her. The dead, the wounded, the injured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't care. Not caring was how she got through the day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe you shouldn't have turned him down,\" Miller said.\n\n\"Ah, you're not that bad,\" Muss said. \"And he had back hair. I hate back hair.\"\n\n\"Glad to hear it,\" Miller said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's go make some justice.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're drunk,\" the asshole said.\n\n\"'M a cop,\" Miller said, stabbing the air with his finger. \"Don't fuck with me.\"\n\n\"I know you're a cop. You've been coming to my bar for three years. It's me. Hasini. And you're drunk, my friend. Seriously, dangerously drunk.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller looked around him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was indeed at the Blue Frog. He didn't remember having come here, and yet here he was. And the asshole was Hasini after all.\n\n\"I...\" Miller began, then lost his train of thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Come on,\" Hasini said, looping an arm around him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's not that far. I'll get you home.\"\n\n\"What time is it?\" Miller asked.\n\n\"Late.\"\n\nThe word had a depth to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Late. It was late." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the chances to make things right had somehow passed him. The system was at war, and no one was even sure why. Miller himself was turning fifty years old the next June. It was late. Late to start again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Late to realize how many years he'd spent running down the wrong road." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hasini steered him toward an electric cart the bar kept for occasions like this one. The smell of hot grease came out of the kitchen.\n\n\"Hold on,\" Miller said.\n\n\"You going to puke?\" Hasini asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Miller considered for a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No, it was too late to puke. He stumbled forward. Hasini laid him back in the cart and engaged the motors, and with a whine they steered out into the corridor. The lights high above them were dimmed. The cart vibrated as they passed intersection after intersection." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or maybe it didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe that was just his body.\n\n\"I thought I was good,\" he said. \"You know, all this time, I thought I was at least good.\"\n\n\"You do fine,\" Hasini said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've just got a shitty job.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That I was good at.\"\n\n\"You do fine,\" Hasini repeated, as if saying it would make it true.\n\nMiller lay on the bed of the cart. The formed plastic arch of the wheel well dug into his side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It ached, but moving was too much effort." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thinking was too much effort. He'd made it through his day, Muss at his side. He'd turned in the data and materials on Julie. He had nothing worth going back to his hole for, and no place else to be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lights shifted into and out of his field of view." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wondered if that was what it would be like to look at stars. He'd never looked up at a sky. The thought inspired a certain vertigo. A sense of terror of the infinite that was almost pleasant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There anyone who can take care of you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hasini said when they reached Miller's hole.\n\n\"I'll be fine. I just... I had a bad day.\"\n\n\"Julie,\" Hasini said, nodding.\n\n\"How do you know about Julie?\" Miller asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've been talking about her all night,\" Hasini said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's a girl you fell for, right?\"\n\nFrowning, Miller kept a hand on the cart. Julie. He'd been talking about Julie. That was what this was about. Not his job." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Not his reputation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They'd taken away Julie. The special case. The one that mattered.\n\n\"You're in love with her,\" Hasini said.\n\n\"Yeah, sort of,\" Miller said, something like revelation forcing its way through the alcohol." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think I am.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Too bad for you,\" Hasini said." } ]