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“Rewrite in the style of the King James Bible. " Maynard woke slowly and was surp” (3 conversations)
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Rewrite in the style of a Psalm and translate to Hebrew. " Maynard woke slowly and was surprised to see that the three experts had increased to ten. They began to fire questions at him before he had fully reoriented himself. "How big was this vessel? Describe, if you can, the appearance of the stars." Even as he answered, he could hear others talking quickly: "Cisterine, undoubtedly, it explains the additional stocks of Cuderium, no wonder shares fell by twelve points. Our friends have been mining it wholesale." "How did they get past the patrols?" "Your guess is as good as mine. What riles me, however, is the fact that they had to play God to pass the time." Another, rather ageing voice, said: "Oh, indeed, no, not merely to pass the time, take a look at this -- " One of his original questioners came over. "Well, Maynard, undoubtedly, you have blown the roof off something as you can see. In the meantime, a few words in private, this way, please.""
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Psalm 1: Maynard's Revelation yakvm yanAard-ma`aT vyitmah merAovt KHiy-SHloSHah hamabiyniym halovKH zarvb l`eyn. yaHiylv lSHaAel KHiy-SHabaHv `alayv vrKHizyovn loA-yten btikvatov. "KHamah heyha yahalovm hayaKHalta lHazek Aet-hazhabiym `al mahey haKHovKHabiym." v`ed mizeh SHehwvspkiym-hem bliya`al v`al-KHoKH hamalKHalel hitmaKHrv biSHkiyl-SHneym `aSHar ba`aramah hir`iydv Aet-hamasiyteynah. "AeyKH `abrv baAaKHapiym?" "malta`ah lbvSHiy biltiy nAum-baHalovem Hasid yeAamet Aeleh." miySHeh ba`al bkoyr SHeSHet-`eSHreh vAamar loA-Aizr`env "hen geven zeh hareAah-Aeleynv-zeh Aet-tbneKHa AanKHiy notkah-miSHliyTam bma`ayiney-laylah." vayagiy`a AeHad meAelem SHelAeKHah vayoAmer-Aeleh "bal-Ainem lSHa`et hama`an AeHezeh Aeleh tarAeh-zeh." TSa`ad Aeliyhv AeHad meydeyhem "AaKHen yanaKHta Aet-taSHpeKH `al-zoAt-Aatah vla`atah ben-SHalemiy nimTSaA yaKHalta lSHapeKH l`eynaKH `al-yaHad-zeh."
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"Maynard woke slowly and was surprised to see that the three experts had increased to ten. They began to fire questions at him before he had fully reoriented himself. "How big was this vessel? Describe, if you can, the appearance of the stars." Even as he answered, he could hear others talking quickly: "Cisterine, undoubtedly, it explains the additional stocks of Cuderium, no wonder shares fell by twelve points. Our friends have been mining it wholesale." "How did they get past the patrols?" "Your guess is as good as mine. What riles me, however, is the fact that they had to play God to pass the time." Another, rather ageing voice, said: "Oh, indeed, no, not merely to pass the time, take a look at this -- " One of his original questioners came over. "Well, Maynard, undoubtedly, you have blown the roof off something as you can see. In the meantime, a few words in private, this way, please."
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Rewrite in the style of a Psalm "He paused and glanced at his watch. "Time we had something to eat, after which some relaxation, we have to watch popular dimensional (TV show in the three-dimensional television)*. I have one in my quarters, the programme should prove most interesting." "Friday Night Spectacular." Reed flicked on the switch with his index finger. "This is a blood and thunder gigantic with all the stops pulled out and has a high popularity rating among the masses. It varies between the ancient western, tongue-in-the-cheek cops and robbers and space opera." There were the usual commercials and then the spectacular. It was space opera, great ships descending on a primitive planet. He watched with growing boredom for twenty minutes then jerked upright. He knew that harbour! Terrentis! The Royal fleet riding at anchor in the harbour and, far out, a tiny speck with bright red sails. "I think you've seen enough." Reed cut the picture. "Come along to the operations room, for once the Enemy is going to take quite a clobbering."" *Do not include the text in parentheses.
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Psalm 2: The Revelation of Reed He paused and glanced at his watch. "Time we had something to eat, after which some relaxation, we have to watch popular dimensional. I have one in my quarters, the programme should prove most interesting." "Friday Night Spectacular." Reed flicked on the switch with his index finger. "This is a blood and thunder gigantic with all the stops pulled out and has a high popularity rating among the masses. It varies between the ancient western, tongue-in-the-cheek cops and robbers and space opera." There were the usual commercials and then the spectacular. It was space opera, great ships descending on a primitive planet. He watched with growing boredom for twenty minutes then jerked upright. He knew that harbour! Terrentis! The Royal fleet riding at anchor in the harbour and, far out, a tiny speck with bright red sails. "I think you've seen enough." Reed cut the picture. "Come along to the operations room, for once the Enemy is going to take quite a clobbering."