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<summary>Write me a 3,000 word opening chapter of a 'gritty hard sci-fi' novel, drawing inspiration from the writing styles of Isaac Asimov & Andy Weir. Use third person personal. Include dialogue and internal monologues. The POV character for the opening chapter should be a 26 year old astronaut called Tone on a mission to Europa, who has just realised that the craft for the return journey is broken beyond repair, and he only has supplies for a few months.</summary>
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Tone clambered into the cramped cockpit, his gloved hands fumbling with the straps of his envirosuit as he settled into the pilot's seat. Outside, the icy surface of Europa glittered like diamonds scattered across black velvet. He gazed out the viewport, his breath fogging the visor, and felt a thrill course through him. This was it – the moment he'd trained for, dreamed about since childhood.
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<summary>Write me a 3,000 word opening chapter of a 'high fantasy' novel, drawing inspiration from the writing styles of J R R Tolkien & George R R Martin. Use third person personal. Include dialogue and internal monologues. The POV character for the opening chapter should be a 19 year old female elf bard who is looking for adventure.</summary>
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In the heart of Elyria, where the ancient oaks stood tall and the whispers of forgotten lore echoed through the leaves, Lyra awakened to the gentle rustle of morning dew upon her skin. She stretched languidly, feeling the soft warmth of sunlight filtering through the canopy above. As an elven maiden, she possessed an innate connection to nature, allowing her to bask in its rejuvenating embrace. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, while her alabaster skin gleamed with an ethereal luminescence. With every breath, the sweet fragrance of wildflowers wafted into her lungs, invigorating her spirit and stirring her restless soul.
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<summary>Write me a 3,000 word opening chapter of a 'weird fiction' novel, drawing inspiration from the writing styles of China Mieville and Neil Gaiman. Use third person personal. Include dialogue and internal monologues. The POV character for the opening chapter should be a male in his 20s called Horton who has just come to the city looking for work.</summary>
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It was a dark and stormy night when Horton arrived in the city, clutching a tattered suitcase and a map that seemed to mock him with its empty spaces. The taxi let him off on a dimly lit corner, and he stood there, gazing up at the towering buildings that loomed like giants around him. The wind howled through the streets, whipping his hair into a frenzy and making his clothes feel as thin as paper against the chill.
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<summary><b>Write me a 3,000 word opening chapter of a 'gritty hard sci-fi' novel, drawing inspiration from the writing styles of Isaac Asimov & Andy Weir. Use third person personal. Include dialogue and internal monologues. The POV character for the opening chapter should be a 26 year old astronaut called Tone on a mission to Europa, who has just realised that the craft for the return journey is broken beyond repair, and he only has supplies for a few months.</b></summary>
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Tone clambered into the cramped cockpit, his gloved hands fumbling with the straps of his envirosuit as he settled into the pilot's seat. Outside, the icy surface of Europa glittered like diamonds scattered across black velvet. He gazed out the viewport, his breath fogging the visor, and felt a thrill course through him. This was it – the moment he'd trained for, dreamed about since childhood.
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<summary><b>Write me a 3,000 word opening chapter of a 'high fantasy' novel, drawing inspiration from the writing styles of J R R Tolkien & George R R Martin. Use third person personal. Include dialogue and internal monologues. The POV character for the opening chapter should be a 19 year old female elf bard who is looking for adventure.</b></summary>
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In the heart of Elyria, where the ancient oaks stood tall and the whispers of forgotten lore echoed through the leaves, Lyra awakened to the gentle rustle of morning dew upon her skin. She stretched languidly, feeling the soft warmth of sunlight filtering through the canopy above. As an elven maiden, she possessed an innate connection to nature, allowing her to bask in its rejuvenating embrace. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, while her alabaster skin gleamed with an ethereal luminescence. With every breath, the sweet fragrance of wildflowers wafted into her lungs, invigorating her spirit and stirring her restless soul.
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<summary><b>Write me a 3,000 word opening chapter of a 'weird fiction' novel, drawing inspiration from the writing styles of China Mieville and Neil Gaiman. Use third person personal. Include dialogue and internal monologues. The POV character for the opening chapter should be a male in his 20s called Horton who has just come to the city looking for work.</b></summary>
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It was a dark and stormy night when Horton arrived in the city, clutching a tattered suitcase and a map that seemed to mock him with its empty spaces. The taxi let him off on a dimly lit corner, and he stood there, gazing up at the towering buildings that loomed like giants around him. The wind howled through the streets, whipping his hair into a frenzy and making his clothes feel as thin as paper against the chill.
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