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    "story": "There's a beach on the Southern coast of California where the sky is pink and orange and palm trees in the view. The ocean is lightly roaring and crashing on the sand. The sound of traffic is muted by a beautiful voice. A song calling from just beyond vision's reach.\nDaniel searched for the source. The song continued. Daniel walked closer to the water and peered out into the deep. Then, in the moment he saw her, the sky went black and time came to a stand still; A mermaid was sitting on a rock.\nDaniel rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He called out, and waved. The mermaid waved back and motioned him to come over. Daniel, had no way out to the rock. He ran up and down the beach, past the frozen people, looking for a board or floaty, something that would let him cross the water. Finding no suitable options, he yelled \"One second!\" and headed toward the marina.\nDaniel was no expert on boating but, he knew enough to get one running. He did not know enough to avoid bumping into the boat behind him. To his great annoyance, he watched as one of the frozen people fell overboard. He jumped in after them, got them out, and righted them on the boat. Returning to the one he'd started, he headed toward the rocks.\nAbout halfway there, he noticed that the song the mermaid was singing had stopped. As he got closer, the mermaid got larger and decidedly gray. For the second time that day, Daniel couldn't believe what he was seeing. He lost focus on what was around him and panicked when he realized he was about to crash. The seal jumped from the rocks as the boat shortly met them, knocking Daniel unconscious.\nHe woke up staring at a bright florescent light. He could hear his father talking to the doctors and police. Daniel thought it was best to stay quiet. He closed his eyes to wait for the coast to clear. When he opened them again he was on the beach and the seal was standing next to him. It began singing the same beautiful song. Just as Daniel was about to speak, the seal flopped into the ocean, the sky turned from black back to orange and pink, the world resumed around him.\nHe shook his head trying to wake up from this dream but, could not. He screamed and suddenly found himself back in the hospital bed. He lifted his head and asked for water. His father began saying something to him. Unfortunately or for the better, depending on the perspective, Daniel heard none of it. Instead he fell back down into a deep sleep.\nHe awoke on the beach. The breeze was warm against his skin. The seal was standing next to him, singing the same song before flopping into the water. This time, Daniel ran after. He jumped in and reached out to grab its back when SNAP! the seal whipped its tail right into Daniel's ribs.\nHe let out a gasp and suddenly had no air. He jolted towards the surface.\n\"We don't know why he did it, honey.\" his mother offered to his father.\n\"I know you love him. I do too. But, he has got to go to rehab. Someone could have been seriously hurt not to mention how much it's all going to cost to fix all of this. Rehab, or he's out of the house.\" Daniel heard his father reply.\nHe broke through the surface and grimaced in pain. He looked for the shore but it was nowhere to be seen. The seal popped up next to him. It batted its eyes before showing its teeth and dove beneath Daniel. A moment of fear swept over him. He didn't know what to do. He stuck his face into the water to see the seal speeding towards him. WHACK\nDaniel felt his mother's hand holding his as she sat silently next to him. \"Hey, mo-\" Daniel tried before falling back to sleep.\nDaniel was flying through the air just above the water. He saw a trail of blood streaming from his face and the seal keeping pace just after. He looked to the sky and remembered, the dream is his. Rather than landing violently, Daniel slid to a stop on the water's surface before dropping gently beneath it. The seal was viciously streaming right at him. He held out his arm and the seal bit down hard. Only, the teeth didn't break the skin, the skin broke the teeth. Daniel smiled wide and brought them back to the beach.\nHe woke up in the hospital and sat upright. Daniel looked his father in the eye and said \"Rehab sounds great to me.\"",
    "summary": "Daniel is a young man who finds himself on a beach on the Southern California coast, where the sky is pink and orange and palm trees are in view. He hears a beautiful song coming from just beyond what he can see and goes to investigate. He finds a mermaid sitting on a rock, but the sky suddenly goes black and time stands still. He runs to the marina to find a boat so he can get to the rock, but bumps into another boat and knocks a frozen person overboard. He jumps in to rescue them and eventually finds himself on the rock with the mermaid, but she has suddenly changed from a beautiful creature into a gray seal. He panics and crashes the boat, knocking himself unconscious. When he wakes up he is in a hospital and his parents are discussing sending him to rehab. Daniel agrees, and then falls back asleep. He wakes up again on the beach and the seal is there, singing the same song. He jumps into the water and the seal bites him, but his skin breaks the teeth. Daniel smiles and brings them back to the beach, and when he wakes up in the hospital again he tells his father rehab is a good idea.",
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    "explanation": "Here are the key details summarized:\n\nDaniel finds a mermaid on a rock who turns into a gray seal.\nHe crashes his boat trying to get to the rock and knocks himself unconscious.\nHe wakes up in a hospital and agrees to go to rehab.\nHe has another dream where the seal bites him but his skin breaks the seal's teeth.\nHe wakes up again and agrees rehab is a good idea.\nThe only inconsistent detail I identify is that the summary says Daniel agrees to go to rehab after waking up in the hospital the first time, but in the story he actually agrees after waking up in the hospital the second time.\n\nOther than that, the summary is consistent with the key events and details in the story. The summary may be missing some details but it accurately captures the core parts of Daniel's experiences, dreams, and decision to go to rehab.\n\nSo overall, aside from the minor inconsistency regarding when Daniel agrees to rehab, the summary is consistent with the story.\n\n\n",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: There's a beach on the Southern coast of California where the sky is pink and orange and palm trees in the view. The ocean is lightly roaring and crashing on the sand. The sound of traffic is muted by a beautiful voice. A song calling from just beyond vision's reach.\nDaniel searched for the source. The song continued. Daniel walked closer to the water and peered out into the deep. Then, in the moment he saw her, the sky went black and time came to a stand still; A mermaid was sitting on a rock.\nDaniel rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He called out, and waved. The mermaid waved back and motioned him to come over. Daniel, had no way out to the rock. He ran up and down the beach, past the frozen people, looking for a board or floaty, something that would let him cross the water. Finding no suitable options, he yelled \"One second!\" and headed toward the marina.\nDaniel was no expert on boating but, he knew enough to get one running. He did not know enough to avoid bumping into the boat behind him. To his great annoyance, he watched as one of the frozen people fell overboard. He jumped in after them, got them out, and righted them on the boat. Returning to the one he'd started, he headed toward the rocks.\nAbout halfway there, he noticed that the song the mermaid was singing had stopped. As he got closer, the mermaid got larger and decidedly gray. For the second time that day, Daniel couldn't believe what he was seeing. He lost focus on what was around him and panicked when he realized he was about to crash. The seal jumped from the rocks as the boat shortly met them, knocking Daniel unconscious.\nHe woke up staring at a bright florescent light. He could hear his father talking to the doctors and police. Daniel thought it was best to stay quiet. He closed his eyes to wait for the coast to clear. When he opened them again he was on the beach and the seal was standing next to him. It began singing the same beautiful song. Just as Daniel was about to speak, the seal flopped into the ocean, the sky turned from black back to orange and pink, the world resumed around him.\nHe shook his head trying to wake up from this dream but, could not. He screamed and suddenly found himself back in the hospital bed. He lifted his head and asked for water. His father began saying something to him. Unfortunately or for the better, depending on the perspective, Daniel heard none of it. Instead he fell back down into a deep sleep.\nHe awoke on the beach. The breeze was warm against his skin. The seal was standing next to him, singing the same song before flopping into the water. This time, Daniel ran after. He jumped in and reached out to grab its back when SNAP! the seal whipped its tail right into Daniel's ribs.\nHe let out a gasp and suddenly had no air. He jolted towards the surface.\n\"We don't know why he did it, honey.\" his mother offered to his father.\n\"I know you love him. I do too. But, he has got to go to rehab. Someone could have been seriously hurt not to mention how much it's all going to cost to fix all of this. Rehab, or he's out of the house.\" Daniel heard his father reply.\nHe broke through the surface and grimaced in pain. He looked for the shore but it was nowhere to be seen. The seal popped up next to him. It batted its eyes before showing its teeth and dove beneath Daniel. A moment of fear swept over him. He didn't know what to do. He stuck his face into the water to see the seal speeding towards him. WHACK\nDaniel felt his mother's hand holding his as she sat silently next to him. \"Hey, mo-\" Daniel tried before falling back to sleep.\nDaniel was flying through the air just above the water. He saw a trail of blood streaming from his face and the seal keeping pace just after. He looked to the sky and remembered, the dream is his. Rather than landing violently, Daniel slid to a stop on the water's surface before dropping gently beneath it. The seal was viciously streaming right at him. He held out his arm and the seal bit down hard. Only, the teeth didn't break the skin, the skin broke the teeth. Daniel smiled wide and brought them back to the beach.\nHe woke up in the hospital and sat upright. Daniel looked his father in the eye and said \"Rehab sounds great to me.\"\nSummary: Daniel is a young man who finds himself on a beach on the Southern California coast, where the sky is pink and orange and palm trees are in view. He hears a beautiful song coming from just beyond what he can see and goes to investigate. He finds a mermaid sitting on a rock, but the sky suddenly goes black and time stands still. He runs to the marina to find a boat so he can get to the rock, but bumps into another boat and knocks a frozen person overboard. He jumps in to rescue them and eventually finds himself on the rock with the mermaid, but she has suddenly changed from a beautiful creature into a gray seal. He panics and crashes the boat, knocking himself unconscious. When he wakes up he is in a hospital and his parents are discussing sending him to rehab. Daniel agrees, and then falls back asleep. He wakes up again on the beach and the seal is there, singing the same song. He jumps into the water and the seal bites him, but his skin breaks the teeth. Daniel smiles and brings them back to the beach, and when he wakes up in the hospital again he tells his father rehab is a good idea.\n",
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            "content": "Inconsistency: The summary suggests Daniel is bitten by the seal.\nReason for inconsistency: In the story, it is stated that Daniel holds out his arm and the seal bites down hard, but it's seal's teeth that breaks instead of Daniel's skin. There is no evidence of an actual bite.\nReason for consistency: Technically, the seal does attempt to bite Daniel even if it fails, so one could argue it's not a complete inconsistency."
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    "story": "There's a beach on the Southern coast of California where the sky is pink and orange and palm trees in the view. The ocean is lightly roaring and crashing on the sand. The sound of traffic is muted by a beautiful voice. A song calling from just beyond vision's reach.\nDaniel searched for the source. The song continued. Daniel walked closer to the water and peered out into the deep. Then, in the moment he saw her, the sky went black and time came to a stand still; A mermaid was sitting on a rock.\nDaniel rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He called out, and waved. The mermaid waved back and motioned him to come over. Daniel, had no way out to the rock. He ran up and down the beach, past the frozen people, looking for a board or floaty, something that would let him cross the water. Finding no suitable options, he yelled \"One second!\" and headed toward the marina.\nDaniel was no expert on boating but, he knew enough to get one running. He did not know enough to avoid bumping into the boat behind him. To his great annoyance, he watched as one of the frozen people fell overboard. He jumped in after them, got them out, and righted them on the boat. Returning to the one he'd started, he headed toward the rocks.\nAbout halfway there, he noticed that the song the mermaid was singing had stopped. As he got closer, the mermaid got larger and decidedly gray. For the second time that day, Daniel couldn't believe what he was seeing. He lost focus on what was around him and panicked when he realized he was about to crash. The seal jumped from the rocks as the boat shortly met them, knocking Daniel unconscious.\nHe woke up staring at a bright florescent light. He could hear his father talking to the doctors and police. Daniel thought it was best to stay quiet. He closed his eyes to wait for the coast to clear. When he opened them again he was on the beach and the seal was standing next to him. It began singing the same beautiful song. Just as Daniel was about to speak, the seal flopped into the ocean, the sky turned from black back to orange and pink, the world resumed around him.\nHe shook his head trying to wake up from this dream but, could not. He screamed and suddenly found himself back in the hospital bed. He lifted his head and asked for water. His father began saying something to him. Unfortunately or for the better, depending on the perspective, Daniel heard none of it. Instead he fell back down into a deep sleep.\nHe awoke on the beach. The breeze was warm against his skin. The seal was standing next to him, singing the same song before flopping into the water. This time, Daniel ran after. He jumped in and reached out to grab its back when SNAP! the seal whipped its tail right into Daniel's ribs.\nHe let out a gasp and suddenly had no air. He jolted towards the surface.\n\"We don't know why he did it, honey.\" his mother offered to his father.\n\"I know you love him. I do too. But, he has got to go to rehab. Someone could have been seriously hurt not to mention how much it's all going to cost to fix all of this. Rehab, or he's out of the house.\" Daniel heard his father reply.\nHe broke through the surface and grimaced in pain. He looked for the shore but it was nowhere to be seen. The seal popped up next to him. It batted its eyes before showing its teeth and dove beneath Daniel. A moment of fear swept over him. He didn't know what to do. He stuck his face into the water to see the seal speeding towards him. WHACK\nDaniel felt his mother's hand holding his as she sat silently next to him. \"Hey, mo-\" Daniel tried before falling back to sleep.\nDaniel was flying through the air just above the water. He saw a trail of blood streaming from his face and the seal keeping pace just after. He looked to the sky and remembered, the dream is his. Rather than landing violently, Daniel slid to a stop on the water's surface before dropping gently beneath it. The seal was viciously streaming right at him. He held out his arm and the seal bit down hard. Only, the teeth didn't break the skin, the skin broke the teeth. Daniel smiled wide and brought them back to the beach.\nHe woke up in the hospital and sat upright. Daniel looked his father in the eye and said \"Rehab sounds great to me.\"",
    "summary": "A man named Daniel is walking on a beach in California when he hears a beautiful song. He follows the song and sees a mermaid sitting on a rock, waving him over. Daniel tries to find a way to reach her, but in the process of getting a boat, he hits a frozen person and falls unconscious. He wakes up in a hospital and falls back asleep. In his dream, he is back on the beach with the mermaid, and the seal attacks him, causing him to wake up again. He hears his father talking about his rehab and decides to accept it.",
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    "explanation": "Here is my analysis of the consistency between the story and the summary:\n\nInconsistent details:\n\nThe summary says Daniel follows the song and sees a mermaid, but in the story he first sees the mermaid and then follows the song to try and reach her. The order of events is reversed in the summary.\n\nThe summary says Daniel hits a frozen person and falls unconscious, but in the story he bumps into a boat behind him and the frozen person falls overboard, then Daniel jumps in to save them. The events are described differently in the summary.\n\nThe summary says Daniel has a dream where the seal attacks him, but in the story the seal attacks him in what seems to be reality, not explicitly stated as a dream.\n\nDespite these inconsistent details, the summary does capture the core events and progression of the story, including Daniel hearing a song on the beach, trying to reach a mermaid/seal, getting injured, and agreeing to go to rehab.\n\nMy analysis is that the summary is inconsistent with the story due to the incorrect or omitted details I identified. The summary loses some accuracy and nuance from the full story, though it retains the essence of the key events.\n\nDoes this analysis make sense? Let me know if you have any other questions!\n\n\n",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: There's a beach on the Southern coast of California where the sky is pink and orange and palm trees in the view. The ocean is lightly roaring and crashing on the sand. The sound of traffic is muted by a beautiful voice. A song calling from just beyond vision's reach.\nDaniel searched for the source. The song continued. Daniel walked closer to the water and peered out into the deep. Then, in the moment he saw her, the sky went black and time came to a stand still; A mermaid was sitting on a rock.\nDaniel rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He called out, and waved. The mermaid waved back and motioned him to come over. Daniel, had no way out to the rock. He ran up and down the beach, past the frozen people, looking for a board or floaty, something that would let him cross the water. Finding no suitable options, he yelled \"One second!\" and headed toward the marina.\nDaniel was no expert on boating but, he knew enough to get one running. He did not know enough to avoid bumping into the boat behind him. To his great annoyance, he watched as one of the frozen people fell overboard. He jumped in after them, got them out, and righted them on the boat. Returning to the one he'd started, he headed toward the rocks.\nAbout halfway there, he noticed that the song the mermaid was singing had stopped. As he got closer, the mermaid got larger and decidedly gray. For the second time that day, Daniel couldn't believe what he was seeing. He lost focus on what was around him and panicked when he realized he was about to crash. The seal jumped from the rocks as the boat shortly met them, knocking Daniel unconscious.\nHe woke up staring at a bright florescent light. He could hear his father talking to the doctors and police. Daniel thought it was best to stay quiet. He closed his eyes to wait for the coast to clear. When he opened them again he was on the beach and the seal was standing next to him. It began singing the same beautiful song. Just as Daniel was about to speak, the seal flopped into the ocean, the sky turned from black back to orange and pink, the world resumed around him.\nHe shook his head trying to wake up from this dream but, could not. He screamed and suddenly found himself back in the hospital bed. He lifted his head and asked for water. His father began saying something to him. Unfortunately or for the better, depending on the perspective, Daniel heard none of it. Instead he fell back down into a deep sleep.\nHe awoke on the beach. The breeze was warm against his skin. The seal was standing next to him, singing the same song before flopping into the water. This time, Daniel ran after. He jumped in and reached out to grab its back when SNAP! the seal whipped its tail right into Daniel's ribs.\nHe let out a gasp and suddenly had no air. He jolted towards the surface.\n\"We don't know why he did it, honey.\" his mother offered to his father.\n\"I know you love him. I do too. But, he has got to go to rehab. Someone could have been seriously hurt not to mention how much it's all going to cost to fix all of this. Rehab, or he's out of the house.\" Daniel heard his father reply.\nHe broke through the surface and grimaced in pain. He looked for the shore but it was nowhere to be seen. The seal popped up next to him. It batted its eyes before showing its teeth and dove beneath Daniel. A moment of fear swept over him. He didn't know what to do. He stuck his face into the water to see the seal speeding towards him. WHACK\nDaniel felt his mother's hand holding his as she sat silently next to him. \"Hey, mo-\" Daniel tried before falling back to sleep.\nDaniel was flying through the air just above the water. He saw a trail of blood streaming from his face and the seal keeping pace just after. He looked to the sky and remembered, the dream is his. Rather than landing violently, Daniel slid to a stop on the water's surface before dropping gently beneath it. The seal was viciously streaming right at him. He held out his arm and the seal bit down hard. Only, the teeth didn't break the skin, the skin broke the teeth. Daniel smiled wide and brought them back to the beach.\nHe woke up in the hospital and sat upright. Daniel looked his father in the eye and said \"Rehab sounds great to me.\"\nSummary: A man named Daniel is walking on a beach in California when he hears a beautiful song. He follows the song and sees a mermaid sitting on a rock, waving him over. Daniel tries to find a way to reach her, but in the process of getting a boat, he hits a frozen person and falls unconscious. He wakes up in a hospital and falls back asleep. In his dream, he is back on the beach with the mermaid, and the seal attacks him, causing him to wake up again. He hears his father talking about his rehab and decides to accept it.\n",
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    "story": "There's a beach on the Southern coast of California where the sky is pink and orange and palm trees in the view. The ocean is lightly roaring and crashing on the sand. The sound of traffic is muted by a beautiful voice. A song calling from just beyond vision's reach.\nDaniel searched for the source. The song continued. Daniel walked closer to the water and peered out into the deep. Then, in the moment he saw her, the sky went black and time came to a stand still; A mermaid was sitting on a rock.\nDaniel rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He called out, and waved. The mermaid waved back and motioned him to come over. Daniel, had no way out to the rock. He ran up and down the beach, past the frozen people, looking for a board or floaty, something that would let him cross the water. Finding no suitable options, he yelled \"One second!\" and headed toward the marina.\nDaniel was no expert on boating but, he knew enough to get one running. He did not know enough to avoid bumping into the boat behind him. To his great annoyance, he watched as one of the frozen people fell overboard. He jumped in after them, got them out, and righted them on the boat. Returning to the one he'd started, he headed toward the rocks.\nAbout halfway there, he noticed that the song the mermaid was singing had stopped. As he got closer, the mermaid got larger and decidedly gray. For the second time that day, Daniel couldn't believe what he was seeing. He lost focus on what was around him and panicked when he realized he was about to crash. The seal jumped from the rocks as the boat shortly met them, knocking Daniel unconscious.\nHe woke up staring at a bright florescent light. He could hear his father talking to the doctors and police. Daniel thought it was best to stay quiet. He closed his eyes to wait for the coast to clear. When he opened them again he was on the beach and the seal was standing next to him. It began singing the same beautiful song. Just as Daniel was about to speak, the seal flopped into the ocean, the sky turned from black back to orange and pink, the world resumed around him.\nHe shook his head trying to wake up from this dream but, could not. He screamed and suddenly found himself back in the hospital bed. He lifted his head and asked for water. His father began saying something to him. Unfortunately or for the better, depending on the perspective, Daniel heard none of it. Instead he fell back down into a deep sleep.\nHe awoke on the beach. The breeze was warm against his skin. The seal was standing next to him, singing the same song before flopping into the water. This time, Daniel ran after. He jumped in and reached out to grab its back when SNAP! the seal whipped its tail right into Daniel's ribs.\nHe let out a gasp and suddenly had no air. He jolted towards the surface.\n\"We don't know why he did it, honey.\" his mother offered to his father.\n\"I know you love him. I do too. But, he has got to go to rehab. Someone could have been seriously hurt not to mention how much it's all going to cost to fix all of this. Rehab, or he's out of the house.\" Daniel heard his father reply.\nHe broke through the surface and grimaced in pain. He looked for the shore but it was nowhere to be seen. The seal popped up next to him. It batted its eyes before showing its teeth and dove beneath Daniel. A moment of fear swept over him. He didn't know what to do. He stuck his face into the water to see the seal speeding towards him. WHACK\nDaniel felt his mother's hand holding his as she sat silently next to him. \"Hey, mo-\" Daniel tried before falling back to sleep.\nDaniel was flying through the air just above the water. He saw a trail of blood streaming from his face and the seal keeping pace just after. He looked to the sky and remembered, the dream is his. Rather than landing violently, Daniel slid to a stop on the water's surface before dropping gently beneath it. The seal was viciously streaming right at him. He held out his arm and the seal bit down hard. Only, the teeth didn't break the skin, the skin broke the teeth. Daniel smiled wide and brought them back to the beach.\nHe woke up in the hospital and sat upright. Daniel looked his father in the eye and said \"Rehab sounds great to me.\"",
    "summary": "Daniel is walking on a beach in Southern California when he notices a mermaid sitting on a rock singing a beautiful song. As he gets closer to investigate, time freezes around him. He tries to find a way to get to the rock where the mermaid is sitting. After bumping into frozen people and boats, he makes it to the rock only to find that the mermaid has turned into a seal. He crashes his boat and gets knocked unconscious. He then seems to wake up multiple times, alternating between being on the beach with the seal and in the hospital. The experiences blur together and it's unclear what is real. In the end, after a series of chaotic and surreal events, Daniel agrees to go to rehab. The story appears to depict a man grappling with reality and struggling with substance abuse or mental health issues.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: There's a beach on the Southern coast of California where the sky is pink and orange and palm trees in the view. The ocean is lightly roaring and crashing on the sand. The sound of traffic is muted by a beautiful voice. A song calling from just beyond vision's reach.\nDaniel searched for the source. The song continued. Daniel walked closer to the water and peered out into the deep. Then, in the moment he saw her, the sky went black and time came to a stand still; A mermaid was sitting on a rock.\nDaniel rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He called out, and waved. The mermaid waved back and motioned him to come over. Daniel, had no way out to the rock. He ran up and down the beach, past the frozen people, looking for a board or floaty, something that would let him cross the water. Finding no suitable options, he yelled \"One second!\" and headed toward the marina.\nDaniel was no expert on boating but, he knew enough to get one running. He did not know enough to avoid bumping into the boat behind him. To his great annoyance, he watched as one of the frozen people fell overboard. He jumped in after them, got them out, and righted them on the boat. Returning to the one he'd started, he headed toward the rocks.\nAbout halfway there, he noticed that the song the mermaid was singing had stopped. As he got closer, the mermaid got larger and decidedly gray. For the second time that day, Daniel couldn't believe what he was seeing. He lost focus on what was around him and panicked when he realized he was about to crash. The seal jumped from the rocks as the boat shortly met them, knocking Daniel unconscious.\nHe woke up staring at a bright florescent light. He could hear his father talking to the doctors and police. Daniel thought it was best to stay quiet. He closed his eyes to wait for the coast to clear. When he opened them again he was on the beach and the seal was standing next to him. It began singing the same beautiful song. Just as Daniel was about to speak, the seal flopped into the ocean, the sky turned from black back to orange and pink, the world resumed around him.\nHe shook his head trying to wake up from this dream but, could not. He screamed and suddenly found himself back in the hospital bed. He lifted his head and asked for water. His father began saying something to him. Unfortunately or for the better, depending on the perspective, Daniel heard none of it. Instead he fell back down into a deep sleep.\nHe awoke on the beach. The breeze was warm against his skin. The seal was standing next to him, singing the same song before flopping into the water. This time, Daniel ran after. He jumped in and reached out to grab its back when SNAP! the seal whipped its tail right into Daniel's ribs.\nHe let out a gasp and suddenly had no air. He jolted towards the surface.\n\"We don't know why he did it, honey.\" his mother offered to his father.\n\"I know you love him. I do too. But, he has got to go to rehab. Someone could have been seriously hurt not to mention how much it's all going to cost to fix all of this. Rehab, or he's out of the house.\" Daniel heard his father reply.\nHe broke through the surface and grimaced in pain. He looked for the shore but it was nowhere to be seen. The seal popped up next to him. It batted its eyes before showing its teeth and dove beneath Daniel. A moment of fear swept over him. He didn't know what to do. He stuck his face into the water to see the seal speeding towards him. WHACK\nDaniel felt his mother's hand holding his as she sat silently next to him. \"Hey, mo-\" Daniel tried before falling back to sleep.\nDaniel was flying through the air just above the water. He saw a trail of blood streaming from his face and the seal keeping pace just after. He looked to the sky and remembered, the dream is his. Rather than landing violently, Daniel slid to a stop on the water's surface before dropping gently beneath it. The seal was viciously streaming right at him. He held out his arm and the seal bit down hard. Only, the teeth didn't break the skin, the skin broke the teeth. Daniel smiled wide and brought them back to the beach.\nHe woke up in the hospital and sat upright. Daniel looked his father in the eye and said \"Rehab sounds great to me.\"\nSummary: Daniel is walking on a beach in Southern California when he notices a mermaid sitting on a rock singing a beautiful song. As he gets closer to investigate, time freezes around him. He tries to find a way to get to the rock where the mermaid is sitting. After bumping into frozen people and boats, he makes it to the rock only to find that the mermaid has turned into a seal. He crashes his boat and gets knocked unconscious. He then seems to wake up multiple times, alternating between being on the beach with the seal and in the hospital. The experiences blur together and it's unclear what is real. In the end, after a series of chaotic and surreal events, Daniel agrees to go to rehab. The story appears to depict a man grappling with reality and struggling with substance abuse or mental health issues.\n",
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    "story": "Aphrodite, goddess of lust, lov and beauty, the very image of a blonde model, sat on the dais of Olympus. She was anxiously chewing on her thumbnail, staring down at the Earth below her, \"That...stupid... internet. How could it say Athena's fairer than me? HOW DARE... AND 2 DAYS BEFORE MY HOLIDAY\"\nAthena, goddess of war an intelligence, sporting a crew cut, digicamo, and heads-up-display, was smirking nearby. As gods gained power from the adoration of their followers and interest in their domain, the poll, combined with the tech-flaunting in some recent wars, had given her a boost, and she was literally outshining Aphrodite next to her. \"Oh please, Aphrodite... you can't fight the ebb and flow of time. War always wins out over peace, and greater gods eventually consume the identity of lesser gods. It's only a matter of time until your power becomes mine.\"\nWith this, Athena walked off, laughing haughtily.\nAfter she was gone, Aphrodite screamed out at the top of her voice, \"CUUUPPIIDDDDD!!!\"\nShortly thereafter, her smaller son appeared, looking exhausted, \"It's shortly before Valentine's day... what's so urgent you'd stop our most important time of year?\"\n\"This...poll... why would I, the goddess of beauty, love, and lust, lose out in a contest of fairness, to that... butch.... erarrggg... regardless. Let's cheat the system. I need you to shoot the entire Earth with an arrow. Direct it's love at me.\"\n\"Mom... my power is a splinter of your power. Even you don't have the power to pull that off, what makes you think I would? And if we have to expend our power to get worship your way, it's just going to be diminishing returns. You'll drain yourself dry.\"\n\"What about boosting the levels of lust again? Is there any way I can get any hotter?\"\nCupid shook his head, \"Sorry, but your looks are an amalgam of all the hottest stars. There's really no way to get you to instigate more lust in individuals. You can raise it on an individual level by playing into fetishes, but that'd just turn you off to people who don't have the fetish. I'm sorry, but you're at max capacity.\"\nAphrodite sighed, \"How.... how did this happen? There's got to be something more. How could Athena pass me? I even tried to reduce her power when that poll started by getting all those tech workers fired.\"\n\"I mainly just handle love at first glance, and you've got game, mom. I really don't know. I'm probably not the best to ask. Mind if I get back to work?\"\n\"Sure hun, thanks for the time.\"\nCupid nodded and flew off, leaving Aphrodite to stew. Who to ask? Ask Athena what her secret is? No. Athena was too combative, she'd just take the opportunity to increase her power over her. There was her ex, Hephaestus... he was smart, so he'd probably have an answer. But... no... she had burned that bridge long ago. With her own dalliances.\nIt had been forever since she had actually descended in person to the mortal realm, mostly relying on Cupid and Hermes to keep her up to date. So, she took a step from the dais, disappearing on her step down, appearing in the finish to that step in downtown Seattle. As always, her fashion instantly matched the time period, though she was a little surprised that gone were the robes and flowing garments of the past, and instead she was in some tight denim pants, and a short cotton top with a few strategically placed holes. The earrings were familiar, though.\nShe had to test, though if she still had it. She walked up to a guy, and pointed at him, \"You! Meet me in a nearby hotel for the night of your life!\"\nThe guy looked taken aback, \"Ma'am, I have a husband who I am completely devoted to! And you simply aren't my type!\"\nWith that, he leaned over and kissed the guy next to him. The guy's husband looked back at her, \"Get lost, Karen. This guy's mine.\"\nAphrodite was taken aback. Being turned down wasn't a thing that happened to her often. To be fair, he was gay and she was plenty aware of gay men not being interested in her, for example, there were the Spartans (Oh, dear herself, were they gay.) But she should have picked up on it sooner. Her power was slipping. And what was that he called her? A Karen?\nHer line of thought was interrupted with a short balding guy in a suit tapped her on the shoulder, \"Excuse me, ma'am, you're lovely, and I was wondering if I could get your number.\" It was a common occurrence for men to randomly flirt with her, \"Oh, I'm the number 1 goddess of love.\"\nHe blinked, \"I mean your phone number.\"\n\"Oh, I don't have a cell phone.\" She'd heard about that, never got involved. They didn't seem all that romantic, but if it was a part of modern human flirting, she'd have to learn, \"...but I could think of a reason you might buy me one.\" One dalliance, hotel room, and one night stand later, she had her first, courtesy of a more-than-grateful businessman. If this was part of standard human flirting practices nowadays, she would have to understand it.",
    "summary": "Aphrodite, goddess of lust, love and beauty, is upset when an Internet poll ranks her as less fair than Athena, goddess of war and intelligence. She tasks Cupid with shooting the Earth with an arrow to direct love to her, but he warns her that it would be diminishing returns. She then descends to the mortal realm to test her power, but is turned down by a gay man who calls her a Karen. She then learns the modern human flirting practices and has a one night stand with a businessman, who buys her a cell phone.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Aphrodite, goddess of lust, lov and beauty, the very image of a blonde model, sat on the dais of Olympus. She was anxiously chewing on her thumbnail, staring down at the Earth below her, \"That...stupid... internet. How could it say Athena's fairer than me? HOW DARE... AND 2 DAYS BEFORE MY HOLIDAY\"\nAthena, goddess of war an intelligence, sporting a crew cut, digicamo, and heads-up-display, was smirking nearby. As gods gained power from the adoration of their followers and interest in their domain, the poll, combined with the tech-flaunting in some recent wars, had given her a boost, and she was literally outshining Aphrodite next to her. \"Oh please, Aphrodite... you can't fight the ebb and flow of time. War always wins out over peace, and greater gods eventually consume the identity of lesser gods. It's only a matter of time until your power becomes mine.\"\nWith this, Athena walked off, laughing haughtily.\nAfter she was gone, Aphrodite screamed out at the top of her voice, \"CUUUPPIIDDDDD!!!\"\nShortly thereafter, her smaller son appeared, looking exhausted, \"It's shortly before Valentine's day... what's so urgent you'd stop our most important time of year?\"\n\"This...poll... why would I, the goddess of beauty, love, and lust, lose out in a contest of fairness, to that... butch.... erarrggg... regardless. Let's cheat the system. I need you to shoot the entire Earth with an arrow. Direct it's love at me.\"\n\"Mom... my power is a splinter of your power. Even you don't have the power to pull that off, what makes you think I would? And if we have to expend our power to get worship your way, it's just going to be diminishing returns. You'll drain yourself dry.\"\n\"What about boosting the levels of lust again? Is there any way I can get any hotter?\"\nCupid shook his head, \"Sorry, but your looks are an amalgam of all the hottest stars. There's really no way to get you to instigate more lust in individuals. You can raise it on an individual level by playing into fetishes, but that'd just turn you off to people who don't have the fetish. I'm sorry, but you're at max capacity.\"\nAphrodite sighed, \"How.... how did this happen? There's got to be something more. How could Athena pass me? I even tried to reduce her power when that poll started by getting all those tech workers fired.\"\n\"I mainly just handle love at first glance, and you've got game, mom. I really don't know. I'm probably not the best to ask. Mind if I get back to work?\"\n\"Sure hun, thanks for the time.\"\nCupid nodded and flew off, leaving Aphrodite to stew. Who to ask? Ask Athena what her secret is? No. Athena was too combative, she'd just take the opportunity to increase her power over her. There was her ex, Hephaestus... he was smart, so he'd probably have an answer. But... no... she had burned that bridge long ago. With her own dalliances.\nIt had been forever since she had actually descended in person to the mortal realm, mostly relying on Cupid and Hermes to keep her up to date. So, she took a step from the dais, disappearing on her step down, appearing in the finish to that step in downtown Seattle. As always, her fashion instantly matched the time period, though she was a little surprised that gone were the robes and flowing garments of the past, and instead she was in some tight denim pants, and a short cotton top with a few strategically placed holes. The earrings were familiar, though.\nShe had to test, though if she still had it. She walked up to a guy, and pointed at him, \"You! Meet me in a nearby hotel for the night of your life!\"\nThe guy looked taken aback, \"Ma'am, I have a husband who I am completely devoted to! And you simply aren't my type!\"\nWith that, he leaned over and kissed the guy next to him. The guy's husband looked back at her, \"Get lost, Karen. This guy's mine.\"\nAphrodite was taken aback. Being turned down wasn't a thing that happened to her often. To be fair, he was gay and she was plenty aware of gay men not being interested in her, for example, there were the Spartans (Oh, dear herself, were they gay.) But she should have picked up on it sooner. Her power was slipping. And what was that he called her? A Karen?\nHer line of thought was interrupted with a short balding guy in a suit tapped her on the shoulder, \"Excuse me, ma'am, you're lovely, and I was wondering if I could get your number.\" It was a common occurrence for men to randomly flirt with her, \"Oh, I'm the number 1 goddess of love.\"\nHe blinked, \"I mean your phone number.\"\n\"Oh, I don't have a cell phone.\" She'd heard about that, never got involved. They didn't seem all that romantic, but if it was a part of modern human flirting, she'd have to learn, \"...but I could think of a reason you might buy me one.\" One dalliance, hotel room, and one night stand later, she had her first, courtesy of a more-than-grateful businessman. If this was part of standard human flirting practices nowadays, she would have to understand it.\nSummary: Aphrodite, goddess of lust, love and beauty, is upset when an Internet poll ranks her as less fair than Athena, goddess of war and intelligence. She tasks Cupid with shooting the Earth with an arrow to direct love to her, but he warns her that it would be diminishing returns. She then descends to the mortal realm to test her power, but is turned down by a gay man who calls her a Karen. She then learns the modern human flirting practices and has a one night stand with a businessman, who buys her a cell phone.\n",
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    "story": "Aphrodite, goddess of lust, lov and beauty, the very image of a blonde model, sat on the dais of Olympus. She was anxiously chewing on her thumbnail, staring down at the Earth below her, \"That...stupid... internet. How could it say Athena's fairer than me? HOW DARE... AND 2 DAYS BEFORE MY HOLIDAY\"\nAthena, goddess of war an intelligence, sporting a crew cut, digicamo, and heads-up-display, was smirking nearby. As gods gained power from the adoration of their followers and interest in their domain, the poll, combined with the tech-flaunting in some recent wars, had given her a boost, and she was literally outshining Aphrodite next to her. \"Oh please, Aphrodite... you can't fight the ebb and flow of time. War always wins out over peace, and greater gods eventually consume the identity of lesser gods. It's only a matter of time until your power becomes mine.\"\nWith this, Athena walked off, laughing haughtily.\nAfter she was gone, Aphrodite screamed out at the top of her voice, \"CUUUPPIIDDDDD!!!\"\nShortly thereafter, her smaller son appeared, looking exhausted, \"It's shortly before Valentine's day... what's so urgent you'd stop our most important time of year?\"\n\"This...poll... why would I, the goddess of beauty, love, and lust, lose out in a contest of fairness, to that... butch.... erarrggg... regardless. Let's cheat the system. I need you to shoot the entire Earth with an arrow. Direct it's love at me.\"\n\"Mom... my power is a splinter of your power. Even you don't have the power to pull that off, what makes you think I would? And if we have to expend our power to get worship your way, it's just going to be diminishing returns. You'll drain yourself dry.\"\n\"What about boosting the levels of lust again? Is there any way I can get any hotter?\"\nCupid shook his head, \"Sorry, but your looks are an amalgam of all the hottest stars. There's really no way to get you to instigate more lust in individuals. You can raise it on an individual level by playing into fetishes, but that'd just turn you off to people who don't have the fetish. I'm sorry, but you're at max capacity.\"\nAphrodite sighed, \"How.... how did this happen? There's got to be something more. How could Athena pass me? I even tried to reduce her power when that poll started by getting all those tech workers fired.\"\n\"I mainly just handle love at first glance, and you've got game, mom. I really don't know. I'm probably not the best to ask. Mind if I get back to work?\"\n\"Sure hun, thanks for the time.\"\nCupid nodded and flew off, leaving Aphrodite to stew. Who to ask? Ask Athena what her secret is? No. Athena was too combative, she'd just take the opportunity to increase her power over her. There was her ex, Hephaestus... he was smart, so he'd probably have an answer. But... no... she had burned that bridge long ago. With her own dalliances.\nIt had been forever since she had actually descended in person to the mortal realm, mostly relying on Cupid and Hermes to keep her up to date. So, she took a step from the dais, disappearing on her step down, appearing in the finish to that step in downtown Seattle. As always, her fashion instantly matched the time period, though she was a little surprised that gone were the robes and flowing garments of the past, and instead she was in some tight denim pants, and a short cotton top with a few strategically placed holes. The earrings were familiar, though.\nShe had to test, though if she still had it. She walked up to a guy, and pointed at him, \"You! Meet me in a nearby hotel for the night of your life!\"\nThe guy looked taken aback, \"Ma'am, I have a husband who I am completely devoted to! And you simply aren't my type!\"\nWith that, he leaned over and kissed the guy next to him. The guy's husband looked back at her, \"Get lost, Karen. This guy's mine.\"\nAphrodite was taken aback. Being turned down wasn't a thing that happened to her often. To be fair, he was gay and she was plenty aware of gay men not being interested in her, for example, there were the Spartans (Oh, dear herself, were they gay.) But she should have picked up on it sooner. Her power was slipping. And what was that he called her? A Karen?\nHer line of thought was interrupted with a short balding guy in a suit tapped her on the shoulder, \"Excuse me, ma'am, you're lovely, and I was wondering if I could get your number.\" It was a common occurrence for men to randomly flirt with her, \"Oh, I'm the number 1 goddess of love.\"\nHe blinked, \"I mean your phone number.\"\n\"Oh, I don't have a cell phone.\" She'd heard about that, never got involved. They didn't seem all that romantic, but if it was a part of modern human flirting, she'd have to learn, \"...but I could think of a reason you might buy me one.\" One dalliance, hotel room, and one night stand later, she had her first, courtesy of a more-than-grateful businessman. If this was part of standard human flirting practices nowadays, she would have to understand it.",
    "summary": "The story is about the goddess Aphrodite's insecurity and jealousy towards Athena, who has surpassed her in popularity due to a recent poll. Aphrodite turns to her son Cupid for help in cheating the system, but he tells her it's not possible. Aphrodite decides to go down to Earth and try to understand modern human flirting to boost her power. However, she finds herself rejected by a gay man and insulted by being called a \"Karen.\" She eventually gets a businessman to buy her a cell phone, hoping to learn more about modern flirting practices.",
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Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Aphrodite, goddess of lust, lov and beauty, the very image of a blonde model, sat on the dais of Olympus. She was anxiously chewing on her thumbnail, staring down at the Earth below her, \"That...stupid... internet. How could it say Athena's fairer than me? HOW DARE... AND 2 DAYS BEFORE MY HOLIDAY\"\nAthena, goddess of war an intelligence, sporting a crew cut, digicamo, and heads-up-display, was smirking nearby. As gods gained power from the adoration of their followers and interest in their domain, the poll, combined with the tech-flaunting in some recent wars, had given her a boost, and she was literally outshining Aphrodite next to her. \"Oh please, Aphrodite... you can't fight the ebb and flow of time. War always wins out over peace, and greater gods eventually consume the identity of lesser gods. It's only a matter of time until your power becomes mine.\"\nWith this, Athena walked off, laughing haughtily.\nAfter she was gone, Aphrodite screamed out at the top of her voice, \"CUUUPPIIDDDDD!!!\"\nShortly thereafter, her smaller son appeared, looking exhausted, \"It's shortly before Valentine's day... what's so urgent you'd stop our most important time of year?\"\n\"This...poll... why would I, the goddess of beauty, love, and lust, lose out in a contest of fairness, to that... butch.... erarrggg... regardless. Let's cheat the system. I need you to shoot the entire Earth with an arrow. Direct it's love at me.\"\n\"Mom... my power is a splinter of your power. Even you don't have the power to pull that off, what makes you think I would? And if we have to expend our power to get worship your way, it's just going to be diminishing returns. You'll drain yourself dry.\"\n\"What about boosting the levels of lust again? Is there any way I can get any hotter?\"\nCupid shook his head, \"Sorry, but your looks are an amalgam of all the hottest stars. There's really no way to get you to instigate more lust in individuals. You can raise it on an individual level by playing into fetishes, but that'd just turn you off to people who don't have the fetish. I'm sorry, but you're at max capacity.\"\nAphrodite sighed, \"How.... how did this happen? There's got to be something more. How could Athena pass me? I even tried to reduce her power when that poll started by getting all those tech workers fired.\"\n\"I mainly just handle love at first glance, and you've got game, mom. I really don't know. I'm probably not the best to ask. Mind if I get back to work?\"\n\"Sure hun, thanks for the time.\"\nCupid nodded and flew off, leaving Aphrodite to stew. Who to ask? Ask Athena what her secret is? No. Athena was too combative, she'd just take the opportunity to increase her power over her. There was her ex, Hephaestus... he was smart, so he'd probably have an answer. But... no... she had burned that bridge long ago. With her own dalliances.\nIt had been forever since she had actually descended in person to the mortal realm, mostly relying on Cupid and Hermes to keep her up to date. So, she took a step from the dais, disappearing on her step down, appearing in the finish to that step in downtown Seattle. As always, her fashion instantly matched the time period, though she was a little surprised that gone were the robes and flowing garments of the past, and instead she was in some tight denim pants, and a short cotton top with a few strategically placed holes. The earrings were familiar, though.\nShe had to test, though if she still had it. She walked up to a guy, and pointed at him, \"You! Meet me in a nearby hotel for the night of your life!\"\nThe guy looked taken aback, \"Ma'am, I have a husband who I am completely devoted to! And you simply aren't my type!\"\nWith that, he leaned over and kissed the guy next to him. The guy's husband looked back at her, \"Get lost, Karen. This guy's mine.\"\nAphrodite was taken aback. Being turned down wasn't a thing that happened to her often. To be fair, he was gay and she was plenty aware of gay men not being interested in her, for example, there were the Spartans (Oh, dear herself, were they gay.) But she should have picked up on it sooner. Her power was slipping. And what was that he called her? A Karen?\nHer line of thought was interrupted with a short balding guy in a suit tapped her on the shoulder, \"Excuse me, ma'am, you're lovely, and I was wondering if I could get your number.\" It was a common occurrence for men to randomly flirt with her, \"Oh, I'm the number 1 goddess of love.\"\nHe blinked, \"I mean your phone number.\"\n\"Oh, I don't have a cell phone.\" She'd heard about that, never got involved. They didn't seem all that romantic, but if it was a part of modern human flirting, she'd have to learn, \"...but I could think of a reason you might buy me one.\" One dalliance, hotel room, and one night stand later, she had her first, courtesy of a more-than-grateful businessman. If this was part of standard human flirting practices nowadays, she would have to understand it.\nSummary: The story is about the goddess Aphrodite's insecurity and jealousy towards Athena, who has surpassed her in popularity due to a recent poll. Aphrodite turns to her son Cupid for help in cheating the system, but he tells her it's not possible. Aphrodite decides to go down to Earth and try to understand modern human flirting to boost her power. However, she finds herself rejected by a gay man and insulted by being called a \"Karen.\" She eventually gets a businessman to buy her a cell phone, hoping to learn more about modern flirting practices.\n",
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    "story": "Aphrodite, goddess of lust, lov and beauty, the very image of a blonde model, sat on the dais of Olympus. She was anxiously chewing on her thumbnail, staring down at the Earth below her, \"That...stupid... internet. How could it say Athena's fairer than me? HOW DARE... AND 2 DAYS BEFORE MY HOLIDAY\"\nAthena, goddess of war an intelligence, sporting a crew cut, digicamo, and heads-up-display, was smirking nearby. As gods gained power from the adoration of their followers and interest in their domain, the poll, combined with the tech-flaunting in some recent wars, had given her a boost, and she was literally outshining Aphrodite next to her. \"Oh please, Aphrodite... you can't fight the ebb and flow of time. War always wins out over peace, and greater gods eventually consume the identity of lesser gods. It's only a matter of time until your power becomes mine.\"\nWith this, Athena walked off, laughing haughtily.\nAfter she was gone, Aphrodite screamed out at the top of her voice, \"CUUUPPIIDDDDD!!!\"\nShortly thereafter, her smaller son appeared, looking exhausted, \"It's shortly before Valentine's day... what's so urgent you'd stop our most important time of year?\"\n\"This...poll... why would I, the goddess of beauty, love, and lust, lose out in a contest of fairness, to that... butch.... erarrggg... regardless. Let's cheat the system. I need you to shoot the entire Earth with an arrow. Direct it's love at me.\"\n\"Mom... my power is a splinter of your power. Even you don't have the power to pull that off, what makes you think I would? And if we have to expend our power to get worship your way, it's just going to be diminishing returns. You'll drain yourself dry.\"\n\"What about boosting the levels of lust again? Is there any way I can get any hotter?\"\nCupid shook his head, \"Sorry, but your looks are an amalgam of all the hottest stars. There's really no way to get you to instigate more lust in individuals. You can raise it on an individual level by playing into fetishes, but that'd just turn you off to people who don't have the fetish. I'm sorry, but you're at max capacity.\"\nAphrodite sighed, \"How.... how did this happen? There's got to be something more. How could Athena pass me? I even tried to reduce her power when that poll started by getting all those tech workers fired.\"\n\"I mainly just handle love at first glance, and you've got game, mom. I really don't know. I'm probably not the best to ask. Mind if I get back to work?\"\n\"Sure hun, thanks for the time.\"\nCupid nodded and flew off, leaving Aphrodite to stew. Who to ask? Ask Athena what her secret is? No. Athena was too combative, she'd just take the opportunity to increase her power over her. There was her ex, Hephaestus... he was smart, so he'd probably have an answer. But... no... she had burned that bridge long ago. With her own dalliances.\nIt had been forever since she had actually descended in person to the mortal realm, mostly relying on Cupid and Hermes to keep her up to date. So, she took a step from the dais, disappearing on her step down, appearing in the finish to that step in downtown Seattle. As always, her fashion instantly matched the time period, though she was a little surprised that gone were the robes and flowing garments of the past, and instead she was in some tight denim pants, and a short cotton top with a few strategically placed holes. The earrings were familiar, though.\nShe had to test, though if she still had it. She walked up to a guy, and pointed at him, \"You! Meet me in a nearby hotel for the night of your life!\"\nThe guy looked taken aback, \"Ma'am, I have a husband who I am completely devoted to! And you simply aren't my type!\"\nWith that, he leaned over and kissed the guy next to him. The guy's husband looked back at her, \"Get lost, Karen. This guy's mine.\"\nAphrodite was taken aback. Being turned down wasn't a thing that happened to her often. To be fair, he was gay and she was plenty aware of gay men not being interested in her, for example, there were the Spartans (Oh, dear herself, were they gay.) But she should have picked up on it sooner. Her power was slipping. And what was that he called her? A Karen?\nHer line of thought was interrupted with a short balding guy in a suit tapped her on the shoulder, \"Excuse me, ma'am, you're lovely, and I was wondering if I could get your number.\" It was a common occurrence for men to randomly flirt with her, \"Oh, I'm the number 1 goddess of love.\"\nHe blinked, \"I mean your phone number.\"\n\"Oh, I don't have a cell phone.\" She'd heard about that, never got involved. They didn't seem all that romantic, but if it was a part of modern human flirting, she'd have to learn, \"...but I could think of a reason you might buy me one.\" One dalliance, hotel room, and one night stand later, she had her first, courtesy of a more-than-grateful businessman. If this was part of standard human flirting practices nowadays, she would have to understand it.",
    "summary": "The goddess Aphrodite is upset that a poll shows Athena, the goddess of war, is considered fairer than her. This threatens Aphrodite's power as the goddess of love and beauty, which comes from worship and interest in her domain. Aphrodite asks her son Cupid to shoot all of Earth with an arrow of love directed at her to fix the problem, but Cupid says he does not have the power to do that and it would not be effective. Aphrodite then decides to travel to the mortal realm herself for the first time in a long while to better understand how human attraction and flirting work nowadays. After being turned down by a gay man, she meets another man who gives her a cell phone after a one night stand. The story suggests that Aphrodite must learn how modern human attraction and relationships work if she wants to maintain her power as the goddess of love.",
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Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Aphrodite, goddess of lust, lov and beauty, the very image of a blonde model, sat on the dais of Olympus. She was anxiously chewing on her thumbnail, staring down at the Earth below her, \"That...stupid... internet. How could it say Athena's fairer than me? HOW DARE... AND 2 DAYS BEFORE MY HOLIDAY\"\nAthena, goddess of war an intelligence, sporting a crew cut, digicamo, and heads-up-display, was smirking nearby. As gods gained power from the adoration of their followers and interest in their domain, the poll, combined with the tech-flaunting in some recent wars, had given her a boost, and she was literally outshining Aphrodite next to her. \"Oh please, Aphrodite... you can't fight the ebb and flow of time. War always wins out over peace, and greater gods eventually consume the identity of lesser gods. It's only a matter of time until your power becomes mine.\"\nWith this, Athena walked off, laughing haughtily.\nAfter she was gone, Aphrodite screamed out at the top of her voice, \"CUUUPPIIDDDDD!!!\"\nShortly thereafter, her smaller son appeared, looking exhausted, \"It's shortly before Valentine's day... what's so urgent you'd stop our most important time of year?\"\n\"This...poll... why would I, the goddess of beauty, love, and lust, lose out in a contest of fairness, to that... butch.... erarrggg... regardless. Let's cheat the system. I need you to shoot the entire Earth with an arrow. Direct it's love at me.\"\n\"Mom... my power is a splinter of your power. Even you don't have the power to pull that off, what makes you think I would? And if we have to expend our power to get worship your way, it's just going to be diminishing returns. You'll drain yourself dry.\"\n\"What about boosting the levels of lust again? Is there any way I can get any hotter?\"\nCupid shook his head, \"Sorry, but your looks are an amalgam of all the hottest stars. There's really no way to get you to instigate more lust in individuals. You can raise it on an individual level by playing into fetishes, but that'd just turn you off to people who don't have the fetish. I'm sorry, but you're at max capacity.\"\nAphrodite sighed, \"How.... how did this happen? There's got to be something more. How could Athena pass me? I even tried to reduce her power when that poll started by getting all those tech workers fired.\"\n\"I mainly just handle love at first glance, and you've got game, mom. I really don't know. I'm probably not the best to ask. Mind if I get back to work?\"\n\"Sure hun, thanks for the time.\"\nCupid nodded and flew off, leaving Aphrodite to stew. Who to ask? Ask Athena what her secret is? No. Athena was too combative, she'd just take the opportunity to increase her power over her. There was her ex, Hephaestus... he was smart, so he'd probably have an answer. But... no... she had burned that bridge long ago. With her own dalliances.\nIt had been forever since she had actually descended in person to the mortal realm, mostly relying on Cupid and Hermes to keep her up to date. So, she took a step from the dais, disappearing on her step down, appearing in the finish to that step in downtown Seattle. As always, her fashion instantly matched the time period, though she was a little surprised that gone were the robes and flowing garments of the past, and instead she was in some tight denim pants, and a short cotton top with a few strategically placed holes. The earrings were familiar, though.\nShe had to test, though if she still had it. She walked up to a guy, and pointed at him, \"You! Meet me in a nearby hotel for the night of your life!\"\nThe guy looked taken aback, \"Ma'am, I have a husband who I am completely devoted to! And you simply aren't my type!\"\nWith that, he leaned over and kissed the guy next to him. The guy's husband looked back at her, \"Get lost, Karen. This guy's mine.\"\nAphrodite was taken aback. Being turned down wasn't a thing that happened to her often. To be fair, he was gay and she was plenty aware of gay men not being interested in her, for example, there were the Spartans (Oh, dear herself, were they gay.) But she should have picked up on it sooner. Her power was slipping. And what was that he called her? A Karen?\nHer line of thought was interrupted with a short balding guy in a suit tapped her on the shoulder, \"Excuse me, ma'am, you're lovely, and I was wondering if I could get your number.\" It was a common occurrence for men to randomly flirt with her, \"Oh, I'm the number 1 goddess of love.\"\nHe blinked, \"I mean your phone number.\"\n\"Oh, I don't have a cell phone.\" She'd heard about that, never got involved. They didn't seem all that romantic, but if it was a part of modern human flirting, she'd have to learn, \"...but I could think of a reason you might buy me one.\" One dalliance, hotel room, and one night stand later, she had her first, courtesy of a more-than-grateful businessman. If this was part of standard human flirting practices nowadays, she would have to understand it.\nSummary: The goddess Aphrodite is upset that a poll shows Athena, the goddess of war, is considered fairer than her. This threatens Aphrodite's power as the goddess of love and beauty, which comes from worship and interest in her domain. Aphrodite asks her son Cupid to shoot all of Earth with an arrow of love directed at her to fix the problem, but Cupid says he does not have the power to do that and it would not be effective. Aphrodite then decides to travel to the mortal realm herself for the first time in a long while to better understand how human attraction and flirting work nowadays. After being turned down by a gay man, she meets another man who gives her a cell phone after a one night stand. The story suggests that Aphrodite must learn how modern human attraction and relationships work if she wants to maintain her power as the goddess of love.\n",
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    "story": "I could still taste the gas station coke I had slurped up before the light pulled me into the night sky. In what felt like seconds, I was swallowed up in a beam of light. I opened my eyes to find myself shivering and naked on a cold metallic table in a hollow white room.\nRestraints kept me down. A strange figure produced a long, semi-transparent instrument filled with blue liquid. They pressed their finger against the instrument and it started whirring a high pitched squeal. The figure next to them raised a finger to their mouth.\nI could hear the high pitched whirring get louder as it neared my ear canal. One of them pressed their cold fingers against my head, holding it in place.\n\u201cNo!!!\u201d\nI screamed, and the hand lifted off my face.\nI jerked my head to look back at them, and saw that they were setting the instrument down. A low hum of trilling emerged from its mouth as it seemed to speak to the others. It then drifted out of sight.\nIn a blink, the white room disappeared from my view, and I was blanketed in complete darkness. A voice came from the darkness. It sounded like an older woman\u2019s voice.\n\u201cJust calm down, for goodness sake. You\u2019re being ridiculous.\u201d\n\u201cWhat? What is happening!!\u201d\nThe woman\u2019s voice became a shrill whisper, like she was scolding a child at church service.\n\u201cYou know exactly what is happening young man, you\u2019re wasting their precious time. Do you know how many patients they have to care for every single night? Absolutely disrespectful.\u201d\nBefore I could reply, a bright flash suddenly blinded me. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the glare of those things again. One extended its hand and stroked my forehead.\n\u201cGet off me! Let me go!\u201d\nThe being retracted its hand. It opened its eyes at me again, this time seemingly more stern, and raised a finger to its mouth once more before grabbing my head and holding it still.\nThe whirring sound started up. I screamed.\nOff in the distance I heard a faint but familiar female voice.\n\u201cOh, shut up, you baby!\u201d\nThe whirring became louder and louder, and culminated in a sudden sharp, burning pain in my ear, followed by a rush of cold liquid. I screamed in agony as the thing holding my head down appeared to roll its large black eyes at me.\nFinally, I was released. I could move again. I jerked my body upward to find that they had all vanished from sight. A lone doorway opened at the opposite end of my table in the bright room.\nAs I emerged from the room back onto familiar wet road, I looked behind me. Nothing. As if the room, the ship, whatever it was, never existed. In my hand, I felt a foreign object was now in my grasp. I glanced down to see what I was holding.\nIt was a lollipop.",
    "summary": "A man is suddenly pulled into a beam of light and finds himself in a strange white room, restrained on a cold metal table. He is met by strange figures who appear to be conducting some kind of experiment on him. They use a strange semi-transparent instrument filled with blue liquid, and then leave abruptly. The man finds himself back on the wet road he was standing on before, with a lollipop in his hand. He is left to wonder what just happened and if it was all real.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: I could still taste the gas station coke I had slurped up before the light pulled me into the night sky. In what felt like seconds, I was swallowed up in a beam of light. I opened my eyes to find myself shivering and naked on a cold metallic table in a hollow white room.\nRestraints kept me down. A strange figure produced a long, semi-transparent instrument filled with blue liquid. They pressed their finger against the instrument and it started whirring a high pitched squeal. The figure next to them raised a finger to their mouth.\nI could hear the high pitched whirring get louder as it neared my ear canal. One of them pressed their cold fingers against my head, holding it in place.\n\u201cNo!!!\u201d\nI screamed, and the hand lifted off my face.\nI jerked my head to look back at them, and saw that they were setting the instrument down. A low hum of trilling emerged from its mouth as it seemed to speak to the others. It then drifted out of sight.\nIn a blink, the white room disappeared from my view, and I was blanketed in complete darkness. A voice came from the darkness. It sounded like an older woman\u2019s voice.\n\u201cJust calm down, for goodness sake. You\u2019re being ridiculous.\u201d\n\u201cWhat? What is happening!!\u201d\nThe woman\u2019s voice became a shrill whisper, like she was scolding a child at church service.\n\u201cYou know exactly what is happening young man, you\u2019re wasting their precious time. Do you know how many patients they have to care for every single night? Absolutely disrespectful.\u201d\nBefore I could reply, a bright flash suddenly blinded me. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the glare of those things again. One extended its hand and stroked my forehead.\n\u201cGet off me! Let me go!\u201d\nThe being retracted its hand. It opened its eyes at me again, this time seemingly more stern, and raised a finger to its mouth once more before grabbing my head and holding it still.\nThe whirring sound started up. I screamed.\nOff in the distance I heard a faint but familiar female voice.\n\u201cOh, shut up, you baby!\u201d\nThe whirring became louder and louder, and culminated in a sudden sharp, burning pain in my ear, followed by a rush of cold liquid. I screamed in agony as the thing holding my head down appeared to roll its large black eyes at me.\nFinally, I was released. I could move again. I jerked my body upward to find that they had all vanished from sight. A lone doorway opened at the opposite end of my table in the bright room.\nAs I emerged from the room back onto familiar wet road, I looked behind me. Nothing. As if the room, the ship, whatever it was, never existed. In my hand, I felt a foreign object was now in my grasp. I glanced down to see what I was holding.\nIt was a lollipop.\nSummary: A man is suddenly pulled into a beam of light and finds himself in a strange white room, restrained on a cold metal table. He is met by strange figures who appear to be conducting some kind of experiment on him. They use a strange semi-transparent instrument filled with blue liquid, and then leave abruptly. The man finds himself back on the wet road he was standing on before, with a lollipop in his hand. He is left to wonder what just happened and if it was all real.\n",
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    "story": "I could still taste the gas station coke I had slurped up before the light pulled me into the night sky. In what felt like seconds, I was swallowed up in a beam of light. I opened my eyes to find myself shivering and naked on a cold metallic table in a hollow white room.\nRestraints kept me down. A strange figure produced a long, semi-transparent instrument filled with blue liquid. They pressed their finger against the instrument and it started whirring a high pitched squeal. The figure next to them raised a finger to their mouth.\nI could hear the high pitched whirring get louder as it neared my ear canal. One of them pressed their cold fingers against my head, holding it in place.\n\u201cNo!!!\u201d\nI screamed, and the hand lifted off my face.\nI jerked my head to look back at them, and saw that they were setting the instrument down. A low hum of trilling emerged from its mouth as it seemed to speak to the others. It then drifted out of sight.\nIn a blink, the white room disappeared from my view, and I was blanketed in complete darkness. A voice came from the darkness. It sounded like an older woman\u2019s voice.\n\u201cJust calm down, for goodness sake. You\u2019re being ridiculous.\u201d\n\u201cWhat? What is happening!!\u201d\nThe woman\u2019s voice became a shrill whisper, like she was scolding a child at church service.\n\u201cYou know exactly what is happening young man, you\u2019re wasting their precious time. Do you know how many patients they have to care for every single night? Absolutely disrespectful.\u201d\nBefore I could reply, a bright flash suddenly blinded me. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the glare of those things again. One extended its hand and stroked my forehead.\n\u201cGet off me! Let me go!\u201d\nThe being retracted its hand. It opened its eyes at me again, this time seemingly more stern, and raised a finger to its mouth once more before grabbing my head and holding it still.\nThe whirring sound started up. I screamed.\nOff in the distance I heard a faint but familiar female voice.\n\u201cOh, shut up, you baby!\u201d\nThe whirring became louder and louder, and culminated in a sudden sharp, burning pain in my ear, followed by a rush of cold liquid. I screamed in agony as the thing holding my head down appeared to roll its large black eyes at me.\nFinally, I was released. I could move again. I jerked my body upward to find that they had all vanished from sight. A lone doorway opened at the opposite end of my table in the bright room.\nAs I emerged from the room back onto familiar wet road, I looked behind me. Nothing. As if the room, the ship, whatever it was, never existed. In my hand, I felt a foreign object was now in my grasp. I glanced down to see what I was holding.\nIt was a lollipop.",
    "summary": "The protagonist gets abducted by aliens after drinking a gas station coke. They wake up restrained on a table in a white room with strange figures surrounding them. The figures use an instrument that causes the protagonist pain and discomfort. A woman's voice scolds the protagonist for wasting the aliens' time. The figures release the protagonist and give them a lollipop before disappearing, leaving the protagonist alone on a wet road.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: I could still taste the gas station coke I had slurped up before the light pulled me into the night sky. In what felt like seconds, I was swallowed up in a beam of light. I opened my eyes to find myself shivering and naked on a cold metallic table in a hollow white room.\nRestraints kept me down. A strange figure produced a long, semi-transparent instrument filled with blue liquid. They pressed their finger against the instrument and it started whirring a high pitched squeal. The figure next to them raised a finger to their mouth.\nI could hear the high pitched whirring get louder as it neared my ear canal. One of them pressed their cold fingers against my head, holding it in place.\n\u201cNo!!!\u201d\nI screamed, and the hand lifted off my face.\nI jerked my head to look back at them, and saw that they were setting the instrument down. A low hum of trilling emerged from its mouth as it seemed to speak to the others. It then drifted out of sight.\nIn a blink, the white room disappeared from my view, and I was blanketed in complete darkness. A voice came from the darkness. It sounded like an older woman\u2019s voice.\n\u201cJust calm down, for goodness sake. You\u2019re being ridiculous.\u201d\n\u201cWhat? What is happening!!\u201d\nThe woman\u2019s voice became a shrill whisper, like she was scolding a child at church service.\n\u201cYou know exactly what is happening young man, you\u2019re wasting their precious time. Do you know how many patients they have to care for every single night? Absolutely disrespectful.\u201d\nBefore I could reply, a bright flash suddenly blinded me. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the glare of those things again. One extended its hand and stroked my forehead.\n\u201cGet off me! Let me go!\u201d\nThe being retracted its hand. It opened its eyes at me again, this time seemingly more stern, and raised a finger to its mouth once more before grabbing my head and holding it still.\nThe whirring sound started up. I screamed.\nOff in the distance I heard a faint but familiar female voice.\n\u201cOh, shut up, you baby!\u201d\nThe whirring became louder and louder, and culminated in a sudden sharp, burning pain in my ear, followed by a rush of cold liquid. I screamed in agony as the thing holding my head down appeared to roll its large black eyes at me.\nFinally, I was released. I could move again. I jerked my body upward to find that they had all vanished from sight. A lone doorway opened at the opposite end of my table in the bright room.\nAs I emerged from the room back onto familiar wet road, I looked behind me. Nothing. As if the room, the ship, whatever it was, never existed. In my hand, I felt a foreign object was now in my grasp. I glanced down to see what I was holding.\nIt was a lollipop.\nSummary: The protagonist gets abducted by aliens after drinking a gas station coke. They wake up restrained on a table in a white room with strange figures surrounding them. The figures use an instrument that causes the protagonist pain and discomfort. A woman's voice scolds the protagonist for wasting the aliens' time. The figures release the protagonist and give them a lollipop before disappearing, leaving the protagonist alone on a wet road.\n",
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    "story": "I could still taste the gas station coke I had slurped up before the light pulled me into the night sky. In what felt like seconds, I was swallowed up in a beam of light. I opened my eyes to find myself shivering and naked on a cold metallic table in a hollow white room.\nRestraints kept me down. A strange figure produced a long, semi-transparent instrument filled with blue liquid. They pressed their finger against the instrument and it started whirring a high pitched squeal. The figure next to them raised a finger to their mouth.\nI could hear the high pitched whirring get louder as it neared my ear canal. One of them pressed their cold fingers against my head, holding it in place.\n\u201cNo!!!\u201d\nI screamed, and the hand lifted off my face.\nI jerked my head to look back at them, and saw that they were setting the instrument down. A low hum of trilling emerged from its mouth as it seemed to speak to the others. It then drifted out of sight.\nIn a blink, the white room disappeared from my view, and I was blanketed in complete darkness. A voice came from the darkness. It sounded like an older woman\u2019s voice.\n\u201cJust calm down, for goodness sake. You\u2019re being ridiculous.\u201d\n\u201cWhat? What is happening!!\u201d\nThe woman\u2019s voice became a shrill whisper, like she was scolding a child at church service.\n\u201cYou know exactly what is happening young man, you\u2019re wasting their precious time. Do you know how many patients they have to care for every single night? Absolutely disrespectful.\u201d\nBefore I could reply, a bright flash suddenly blinded me. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the glare of those things again. One extended its hand and stroked my forehead.\n\u201cGet off me! Let me go!\u201d\nThe being retracted its hand. It opened its eyes at me again, this time seemingly more stern, and raised a finger to its mouth once more before grabbing my head and holding it still.\nThe whirring sound started up. I screamed.\nOff in the distance I heard a faint but familiar female voice.\n\u201cOh, shut up, you baby!\u201d\nThe whirring became louder and louder, and culminated in a sudden sharp, burning pain in my ear, followed by a rush of cold liquid. I screamed in agony as the thing holding my head down appeared to roll its large black eyes at me.\nFinally, I was released. I could move again. I jerked my body upward to find that they had all vanished from sight. A lone doorway opened at the opposite end of my table in the bright room.\nAs I emerged from the room back onto familiar wet road, I looked behind me. Nothing. As if the room, the ship, whatever it was, never existed. In my hand, I felt a foreign object was now in my grasp. I glanced down to see what I was holding.\nIt was a lollipop.",
    "summary": "A man is abducted from his car while drinking a soda by a beam of light. He wakes up naked and restrained on a cold metallic table inside an all-white room. Strange alien beings attempt to insert a long instrument filled with blue liquid into his ear, causing him immense pain. He protests and shouts at them to stop. A female voice scolds him for wasting the aliens' time and being ridiculous. After another painful attempt, he is suddenly released from the restraints and finds himself back on a wet road, with no sign of the alien ship or room. However, he notices he is now holding a lollipop in his hand.",
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    "explanation": "Here is my analysis of the consistency between the story and the summary:\n\nInconsistent details:\n\nThe summary says the man is abducted \"while drinking a soda\" but the story just says he could taste the gas station coke, not that he was actively drinking it when abducted.\nThe summary says \"strange alien beings\" attempt to insert the instrument, but the story does not explicitly describe the figures as aliens.\nThe summary says the man notices he is holding a lollipop \"in his hand\" but the story says he felt a foreign object \"was now in my grasp\". Minor inconsistency.\nOverall, while the summary captures the key events and flow of the story, there are a few inconsistent details and lack of details that make the summary not fully consistent with the story. The summary is mostly consistent but not entirely.\n\nThe summary is not consistent with the story. There are a few minor to moderate details that differ or are missing compared to the events in the actual story. So based on the criteria of evaluating consistency without penalizing for missing details, I would say the summary is not completely consistent with the short story.\n\n\n",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: I could still taste the gas station coke I had slurped up before the light pulled me into the night sky. In what felt like seconds, I was swallowed up in a beam of light. I opened my eyes to find myself shivering and naked on a cold metallic table in a hollow white room.\nRestraints kept me down. A strange figure produced a long, semi-transparent instrument filled with blue liquid. They pressed their finger against the instrument and it started whirring a high pitched squeal. The figure next to them raised a finger to their mouth.\nI could hear the high pitched whirring get louder as it neared my ear canal. One of them pressed their cold fingers against my head, holding it in place.\n\u201cNo!!!\u201d\nI screamed, and the hand lifted off my face.\nI jerked my head to look back at them, and saw that they were setting the instrument down. A low hum of trilling emerged from its mouth as it seemed to speak to the others. It then drifted out of sight.\nIn a blink, the white room disappeared from my view, and I was blanketed in complete darkness. A voice came from the darkness. It sounded like an older woman\u2019s voice.\n\u201cJust calm down, for goodness sake. You\u2019re being ridiculous.\u201d\n\u201cWhat? What is happening!!\u201d\nThe woman\u2019s voice became a shrill whisper, like she was scolding a child at church service.\n\u201cYou know exactly what is happening young man, you\u2019re wasting their precious time. Do you know how many patients they have to care for every single night? Absolutely disrespectful.\u201d\nBefore I could reply, a bright flash suddenly blinded me. I opened my eyes and was greeted with the glare of those things again. One extended its hand and stroked my forehead.\n\u201cGet off me! Let me go!\u201d\nThe being retracted its hand. It opened its eyes at me again, this time seemingly more stern, and raised a finger to its mouth once more before grabbing my head and holding it still.\nThe whirring sound started up. I screamed.\nOff in the distance I heard a faint but familiar female voice.\n\u201cOh, shut up, you baby!\u201d\nThe whirring became louder and louder, and culminated in a sudden sharp, burning pain in my ear, followed by a rush of cold liquid. I screamed in agony as the thing holding my head down appeared to roll its large black eyes at me.\nFinally, I was released. I could move again. I jerked my body upward to find that they had all vanished from sight. A lone doorway opened at the opposite end of my table in the bright room.\nAs I emerged from the room back onto familiar wet road, I looked behind me. Nothing. As if the room, the ship, whatever it was, never existed. In my hand, I felt a foreign object was now in my grasp. I glanced down to see what I was holding.\nIt was a lollipop.\nSummary: A man is abducted from his car while drinking a soda by a beam of light. He wakes up naked and restrained on a cold metallic table inside an all-white room. Strange alien beings attempt to insert a long instrument filled with blue liquid into his ear, causing him immense pain. He protests and shouts at them to stop. A female voice scolds him for wasting the aliens' time and being ridiculous. After another painful attempt, he is suddenly released from the restraints and finds himself back on a wet road, with no sign of the alien ship or room. However, he notices he is now holding a lollipop in his hand.\n",
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    "story": "It started right on Kristen\u2019s birthday. Instead of the usual festivities and cake, Kristen\u2019s birthday seemed more like a funeral. Kristen\u2019s Dad and her little brother Christian sat quietly in black suits barely able to look at Kristen as they ate dinner. Kristen remembered when her older sister Amber got the same treatment 2 years prior.\n\u201cThank you for a wonderful dinner Dad!\u201d Kristen said as she hugged her father.\n\u201cOf course dear\u201d her Dad muttered, barely holding back grief. \u201cAnything for my little girl\u2019s 21st\u201d.\n\u201cDad what is going to happen to Kristen?\u201d Christian asked.\nHer Dad did not respond, and continued to slowly eat.\n\u201cI\u2019ll be back,\u201d Kristen said awkwardly as she got up.\nAs she walked away, she could hear the sounds of her father crying in the dining room, and the pleas of her little brother for any semblance of an understanding to the situation.\nAs Kristen went into her room, she looked at the mirror on her closet door and screamed.\n\u201cMy tooth is missing\u201d Kristen cried,\nAs she continued to stare into the mirror, she watched as each of her teeth slowly began to fade away. Kristen tried to call out to her father, but as she did her tongue begun to disappear as well. In a state of pure shock, Kristen\u2019s legs buckled and fell to the floor. As she tried to get up, Kristen looked on in horror as her feet began to retract into her calves.\n\u201cDad what\u2019s happening to her!\u201d Christian screamed.\n\u201cYour damn mother happened Christian\u201d The Dad exclaimed between panicked breaths \u201cthat witch sold us out for her own damn benefit!\u201d\nWhile Kristen\u2019s family was very well off now, for the first 12 years of her life they lived in extreme poverty. She remembered that almost overnight their luck began to turn around, and that shortly after her mother vanished without a trace. Kristen then recalled how her sister Kali disappeared from her dorm on her 21st birthday.\nAs Kristen pondered these things, she could feel her arms and legs going deeper into her torso as if her whole body was closing in on itself. She turned her head to look at the mirror, and to her horror saw that her whole body had begun to evaporate, leaving her with just her organs, spine, and head.\nPiece by piece, each of her remaining internal organs shrunk to the size of a pea before disappearing from sight. She could no longer hear the cries of her brother and father, but she could still feel her eyes closing in on themselves similar to how a hand closes into a fist. Finally after an excruciating 21 minutes, Kristen Santos had been reduced to a vile final memory. As her father and little brother got up, they turned around to see the youngest sibling Anne standing in the doorway.\n\u201cI\u2019m so sorry Pumpkin\u201d the Dad muttered shakily as he picked her up. \u201cI\u2019m so fucking sorry\u201d.",
    "summary": "On her 21st birthday, Kristen Santos experiences a strange phenomenon in which her body begins to disappear piece by piece. Her teeth, tongue, and extremities slowly fade away until she is left with just her organs, spine, and head. After 21 minutes, Kristen has been reduced to a memory and her father and brother can only look on in grief, knowing that her mother had sold them out for her own benefit. Kristen\u2019s sister Kali had also suffered the same fate on her 21st birthday. Kristen\u2019s father apologizes to her youngest sibling, Anne, as they pick her up in shock.",
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    "explanation": "Here is my analysis of the consistency between the story and the summary:\n\nInconsistent details: None identified. The summary does not contradict any details directly stated in the story.\n\nThe summary is consistent with the story. All details mentioned in the summary (Kristen disappearing on her 21st birthday, her body fading away piece by piece over 21 minutes, her sister Kali suffering the same fate, her father apologizing to her youngest sister Anne) are consistent with events and details described in the story. While the summary leaves out many details from the story, it does not state anything inconsistent or contradictory.\n\nTherefore, the summary is consistent with the story, despite being high-level. The summary captures the key events and outcome without introducing any incorrect details.\n\n\n",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: It started right on Kristen\u2019s birthday. Instead of the usual festivities and cake, Kristen\u2019s birthday seemed more like a funeral. Kristen\u2019s Dad and her little brother Christian sat quietly in black suits barely able to look at Kristen as they ate dinner. Kristen remembered when her older sister Amber got the same treatment 2 years prior.\n\u201cThank you for a wonderful dinner Dad!\u201d Kristen said as she hugged her father.\n\u201cOf course dear\u201d her Dad muttered, barely holding back grief. \u201cAnything for my little girl\u2019s 21st\u201d.\n\u201cDad what is going to happen to Kristen?\u201d Christian asked.\nHer Dad did not respond, and continued to slowly eat.\n\u201cI\u2019ll be back,\u201d Kristen said awkwardly as she got up.\nAs she walked away, she could hear the sounds of her father crying in the dining room, and the pleas of her little brother for any semblance of an understanding to the situation.\nAs Kristen went into her room, she looked at the mirror on her closet door and screamed.\n\u201cMy tooth is missing\u201d Kristen cried,\nAs she continued to stare into the mirror, she watched as each of her teeth slowly began to fade away. Kristen tried to call out to her father, but as she did her tongue begun to disappear as well. In a state of pure shock, Kristen\u2019s legs buckled and fell to the floor. As she tried to get up, Kristen looked on in horror as her feet began to retract into her calves.\n\u201cDad what\u2019s happening to her!\u201d Christian screamed.\n\u201cYour damn mother happened Christian\u201d The Dad exclaimed between panicked breaths \u201cthat witch sold us out for her own damn benefit!\u201d\nWhile Kristen\u2019s family was very well off now, for the first 12 years of her life they lived in extreme poverty. She remembered that almost overnight their luck began to turn around, and that shortly after her mother vanished without a trace. Kristen then recalled how her sister Kali disappeared from her dorm on her 21st birthday.\nAs Kristen pondered these things, she could feel her arms and legs going deeper into her torso as if her whole body was closing in on itself. She turned her head to look at the mirror, and to her horror saw that her whole body had begun to evaporate, leaving her with just her organs, spine, and head.\nPiece by piece, each of her remaining internal organs shrunk to the size of a pea before disappearing from sight. She could no longer hear the cries of her brother and father, but she could still feel her eyes closing in on themselves similar to how a hand closes into a fist. Finally after an excruciating 21 minutes, Kristen Santos had been reduced to a vile final memory. As her father and little brother got up, they turned around to see the youngest sibling Anne standing in the doorway.\n\u201cI\u2019m so sorry Pumpkin\u201d the Dad muttered shakily as he picked her up. \u201cI\u2019m so fucking sorry\u201d.\nSummary: On her 21st birthday, Kristen Santos experiences a strange phenomenon in which her body begins to disappear piece by piece. Her teeth, tongue, and extremities slowly fade away until she is left with just her organs, spine, and head. After 21 minutes, Kristen has been reduced to a memory and her father and brother can only look on in grief, knowing that her mother had sold them out for her own benefit. Kristen\u2019s sister Kali had also suffered the same fate on her 21st birthday. Kristen\u2019s father apologizes to her youngest sibling, Anne, as they pick her up in shock.\n",
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    "story": "It started right on Kristen\u2019s birthday. Instead of the usual festivities and cake, Kristen\u2019s birthday seemed more like a funeral. Kristen\u2019s Dad and her little brother Christian sat quietly in black suits barely able to look at Kristen as they ate dinner. Kristen remembered when her older sister Amber got the same treatment 2 years prior.\n\u201cThank you for a wonderful dinner Dad!\u201d Kristen said as she hugged her father.\n\u201cOf course dear\u201d her Dad muttered, barely holding back grief. \u201cAnything for my little girl\u2019s 21st\u201d.\n\u201cDad what is going to happen to Kristen?\u201d Christian asked.\nHer Dad did not respond, and continued to slowly eat.\n\u201cI\u2019ll be back,\u201d Kristen said awkwardly as she got up.\nAs she walked away, she could hear the sounds of her father crying in the dining room, and the pleas of her little brother for any semblance of an understanding to the situation.\nAs Kristen went into her room, she looked at the mirror on her closet door and screamed.\n\u201cMy tooth is missing\u201d Kristen cried,\nAs she continued to stare into the mirror, she watched as each of her teeth slowly began to fade away. Kristen tried to call out to her father, but as she did her tongue begun to disappear as well. In a state of pure shock, Kristen\u2019s legs buckled and fell to the floor. As she tried to get up, Kristen looked on in horror as her feet began to retract into her calves.\n\u201cDad what\u2019s happening to her!\u201d Christian screamed.\n\u201cYour damn mother happened Christian\u201d The Dad exclaimed between panicked breaths \u201cthat witch sold us out for her own damn benefit!\u201d\nWhile Kristen\u2019s family was very well off now, for the first 12 years of her life they lived in extreme poverty. She remembered that almost overnight their luck began to turn around, and that shortly after her mother vanished without a trace. Kristen then recalled how her sister Kali disappeared from her dorm on her 21st birthday.\nAs Kristen pondered these things, she could feel her arms and legs going deeper into her torso as if her whole body was closing in on itself. She turned her head to look at the mirror, and to her horror saw that her whole body had begun to evaporate, leaving her with just her organs, spine, and head.\nPiece by piece, each of her remaining internal organs shrunk to the size of a pea before disappearing from sight. She could no longer hear the cries of her brother and father, but she could still feel her eyes closing in on themselves similar to how a hand closes into a fist. Finally after an excruciating 21 minutes, Kristen Santos had been reduced to a vile final memory. As her father and little brother got up, they turned around to see the youngest sibling Anne standing in the doorway.\n\u201cI\u2019m so sorry Pumpkin\u201d the Dad muttered shakily as he picked her up. \u201cI\u2019m so fucking sorry\u201d.",
    "summary": "Kristen's 21st birthday turns out to be a horrific one as she begins to disappear and her family is powerless to save her. Her father and younger brother know what's happening, but they are unable to stop it as they watch Kristen slowly evaporate into nothingness. It is revealed that Kristen's mother had made a deal with some unknown entity to bring her family wealth, but at a terrible cost. The story ends with Kristen's father carrying her younger sister away and apologizing for what has happened.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: It started right on Kristen\u2019s birthday. Instead of the usual festivities and cake, Kristen\u2019s birthday seemed more like a funeral. Kristen\u2019s Dad and her little brother Christian sat quietly in black suits barely able to look at Kristen as they ate dinner. Kristen remembered when her older sister Amber got the same treatment 2 years prior.\n\u201cThank you for a wonderful dinner Dad!\u201d Kristen said as she hugged her father.\n\u201cOf course dear\u201d her Dad muttered, barely holding back grief. \u201cAnything for my little girl\u2019s 21st\u201d.\n\u201cDad what is going to happen to Kristen?\u201d Christian asked.\nHer Dad did not respond, and continued to slowly eat.\n\u201cI\u2019ll be back,\u201d Kristen said awkwardly as she got up.\nAs she walked away, she could hear the sounds of her father crying in the dining room, and the pleas of her little brother for any semblance of an understanding to the situation.\nAs Kristen went into her room, she looked at the mirror on her closet door and screamed.\n\u201cMy tooth is missing\u201d Kristen cried,\nAs she continued to stare into the mirror, she watched as each of her teeth slowly began to fade away. Kristen tried to call out to her father, but as she did her tongue begun to disappear as well. In a state of pure shock, Kristen\u2019s legs buckled and fell to the floor. As she tried to get up, Kristen looked on in horror as her feet began to retract into her calves.\n\u201cDad what\u2019s happening to her!\u201d Christian screamed.\n\u201cYour damn mother happened Christian\u201d The Dad exclaimed between panicked breaths \u201cthat witch sold us out for her own damn benefit!\u201d\nWhile Kristen\u2019s family was very well off now, for the first 12 years of her life they lived in extreme poverty. She remembered that almost overnight their luck began to turn around, and that shortly after her mother vanished without a trace. Kristen then recalled how her sister Kali disappeared from her dorm on her 21st birthday.\nAs Kristen pondered these things, she could feel her arms and legs going deeper into her torso as if her whole body was closing in on itself. She turned her head to look at the mirror, and to her horror saw that her whole body had begun to evaporate, leaving her with just her organs, spine, and head.\nPiece by piece, each of her remaining internal organs shrunk to the size of a pea before disappearing from sight. She could no longer hear the cries of her brother and father, but she could still feel her eyes closing in on themselves similar to how a hand closes into a fist. Finally after an excruciating 21 minutes, Kristen Santos had been reduced to a vile final memory. As her father and little brother got up, they turned around to see the youngest sibling Anne standing in the doorway.\n\u201cI\u2019m so sorry Pumpkin\u201d the Dad muttered shakily as he picked her up. \u201cI\u2019m so fucking sorry\u201d.\nSummary: Kristen's 21st birthday turns out to be a horrific one as she begins to disappear and her family is powerless to save her. Her father and younger brother know what's happening, but they are unable to stop it as they watch Kristen slowly evaporate into nothingness. It is revealed that Kristen's mother had made a deal with some unknown entity to bring her family wealth, but at a terrible cost. The story ends with Kristen's father carrying her younger sister away and apologizing for what has happened.\n",
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    "story": "It started right on Kristen\u2019s birthday. Instead of the usual festivities and cake, Kristen\u2019s birthday seemed more like a funeral. Kristen\u2019s Dad and her little brother Christian sat quietly in black suits barely able to look at Kristen as they ate dinner. Kristen remembered when her older sister Amber got the same treatment 2 years prior.\n\u201cThank you for a wonderful dinner Dad!\u201d Kristen said as she hugged her father.\n\u201cOf course dear\u201d her Dad muttered, barely holding back grief. \u201cAnything for my little girl\u2019s 21st\u201d.\n\u201cDad what is going to happen to Kristen?\u201d Christian asked.\nHer Dad did not respond, and continued to slowly eat.\n\u201cI\u2019ll be back,\u201d Kristen said awkwardly as she got up.\nAs she walked away, she could hear the sounds of her father crying in the dining room, and the pleas of her little brother for any semblance of an understanding to the situation.\nAs Kristen went into her room, she looked at the mirror on her closet door and screamed.\n\u201cMy tooth is missing\u201d Kristen cried,\nAs she continued to stare into the mirror, she watched as each of her teeth slowly began to fade away. Kristen tried to call out to her father, but as she did her tongue begun to disappear as well. In a state of pure shock, Kristen\u2019s legs buckled and fell to the floor. As she tried to get up, Kristen looked on in horror as her feet began to retract into her calves.\n\u201cDad what\u2019s happening to her!\u201d Christian screamed.\n\u201cYour damn mother happened Christian\u201d The Dad exclaimed between panicked breaths \u201cthat witch sold us out for her own damn benefit!\u201d\nWhile Kristen\u2019s family was very well off now, for the first 12 years of her life they lived in extreme poverty. She remembered that almost overnight their luck began to turn around, and that shortly after her mother vanished without a trace. Kristen then recalled how her sister Kali disappeared from her dorm on her 21st birthday.\nAs Kristen pondered these things, she could feel her arms and legs going deeper into her torso as if her whole body was closing in on itself. She turned her head to look at the mirror, and to her horror saw that her whole body had begun to evaporate, leaving her with just her organs, spine, and head.\nPiece by piece, each of her remaining internal organs shrunk to the size of a pea before disappearing from sight. She could no longer hear the cries of her brother and father, but she could still feel her eyes closing in on themselves similar to how a hand closes into a fist. Finally after an excruciating 21 minutes, Kristen Santos had been reduced to a vile final memory. As her father and little brother got up, they turned around to see the youngest sibling Anne standing in the doorway.\n\u201cI\u2019m so sorry Pumpkin\u201d the Dad muttered shakily as he picked her up. \u201cI\u2019m so fucking sorry\u201d.",
    "summary": "On Kristen's 21st birthday, she begins to physically disappear and evaporate into nothing. As this is happening, she recalls that two years prior her older sister Amber went through the same horrifying experience on her 21st birthday. Kristen realizes that her family's improved fortune over the last 12 years likely came as the result of a sinister deal made by her mother, who vanished around that time. By the end of the story, Kristen is reduced to nothing but a memory as her internal organs and body shrink and disappear. Her father is left with immense regret over the loss of his two eldest daughters. The story suggests the family's fortune came at the cost of the lives of the mother's first two children.",
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Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: It started right on Kristen\u2019s birthday. Instead of the usual festivities and cake, Kristen\u2019s birthday seemed more like a funeral. Kristen\u2019s Dad and her little brother Christian sat quietly in black suits barely able to look at Kristen as they ate dinner. Kristen remembered when her older sister Amber got the same treatment 2 years prior.\n\u201cThank you for a wonderful dinner Dad!\u201d Kristen said as she hugged her father.\n\u201cOf course dear\u201d her Dad muttered, barely holding back grief. \u201cAnything for my little girl\u2019s 21st\u201d.\n\u201cDad what is going to happen to Kristen?\u201d Christian asked.\nHer Dad did not respond, and continued to slowly eat.\n\u201cI\u2019ll be back,\u201d Kristen said awkwardly as she got up.\nAs she walked away, she could hear the sounds of her father crying in the dining room, and the pleas of her little brother for any semblance of an understanding to the situation.\nAs Kristen went into her room, she looked at the mirror on her closet door and screamed.\n\u201cMy tooth is missing\u201d Kristen cried,\nAs she continued to stare into the mirror, she watched as each of her teeth slowly began to fade away. Kristen tried to call out to her father, but as she did her tongue begun to disappear as well. In a state of pure shock, Kristen\u2019s legs buckled and fell to the floor. As she tried to get up, Kristen looked on in horror as her feet began to retract into her calves.\n\u201cDad what\u2019s happening to her!\u201d Christian screamed.\n\u201cYour damn mother happened Christian\u201d The Dad exclaimed between panicked breaths \u201cthat witch sold us out for her own damn benefit!\u201d\nWhile Kristen\u2019s family was very well off now, for the first 12 years of her life they lived in extreme poverty. She remembered that almost overnight their luck began to turn around, and that shortly after her mother vanished without a trace. Kristen then recalled how her sister Kali disappeared from her dorm on her 21st birthday.\nAs Kristen pondered these things, she could feel her arms and legs going deeper into her torso as if her whole body was closing in on itself. She turned her head to look at the mirror, and to her horror saw that her whole body had begun to evaporate, leaving her with just her organs, spine, and head.\nPiece by piece, each of her remaining internal organs shrunk to the size of a pea before disappearing from sight. She could no longer hear the cries of her brother and father, but she could still feel her eyes closing in on themselves similar to how a hand closes into a fist. Finally after an excruciating 21 minutes, Kristen Santos had been reduced to a vile final memory. As her father and little brother got up, they turned around to see the youngest sibling Anne standing in the doorway.\n\u201cI\u2019m so sorry Pumpkin\u201d the Dad muttered shakily as he picked her up. \u201cI\u2019m so fucking sorry\u201d.\nSummary: On Kristen's 21st birthday, she begins to physically disappear and evaporate into nothing. As this is happening, she recalls that two years prior her older sister Amber went through the same horrifying experience on her 21st birthday. Kristen realizes that her family's improved fortune over the last 12 years likely came as the result of a sinister deal made by her mother, who vanished around that time. By the end of the story, Kristen is reduced to nothing but a memory as her internal organs and body shrink and disappear. Her father is left with immense regret over the loss of his two eldest daughters. The story suggests the family's fortune came at the cost of the lives of the mother's first two children.\n",
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    "story": "\"Don't worry.\" said Spiegel jovially \"I can do this without killing more than, say, twenty to thirty million people.\"\nThe official swallowed dryly. \"Twenty to thirty million...you are talking about mass murder, Mr. Spiegel. My government has agreed to work with you only under the condition that there is as little bloodshed as possible.\"\nSpiegel grinned. \"And just so it will be, Sir. But you have to remember that we are talking about bringing an empire to its knees. I will have to give my special treatment to at least a few cities and army bases. Imagine all the bloodshed there would be, if you had to work with atomic bombs, gas and conventional troops instead.\" He giggled childishly. \"No, Sir, my ways may not be pretty, but they are still more humane than starting a world war.\"\nThe officials turned white. \"So, what you are saying is...these abilities that you have demonstrated...you can do that to entire cities.\"\nSpiegel beamed proudly. \"Of course. Cities, continents, planets. Eventually I will put entire entire star systems through the wringer. But that is still quite a while in the future.\"\n\"...star systems...\" mouthed the official silently.\n\"Sure.\" Spiegel said casually \"What, did you not think that I could see the future? I am able to mangle the space-time-continuum, Sir. I know exactly what the future holds.\"\n\"And what does the future hold?\" asked the official breathlessly.\n\"For your kind? Death, destruction and madness. A lot of that inflicted by my hands. But that really does not matter in the grand scheme of things.\"\nThe official opened a drawer of his desk and retrieved a revolver. \"And what\" he said with a voice that barely rose above a whisper \"What if I shoot you here and now, like a rabid dog?\"\n\"Then I would die here\" said Spiegel \"But at the same time I would walk into an office on the other side of the planet and offer someone to conquer your country for them. You see, I do not care which country will eventually unite the planet and build a space-faring civilization. Only that it is done.\"\nAnd with that he turned around and walked out of the door. The official could hear him whistle why he walked down the corridor.",
    "summary": "Mr. Spiegel is a powerful individual who has demonstrated the ability to manipulate the space-time continuum. He has been hired by an official's government to bring an empire to its knees without killing more than twenty to thirty million people. The official is shocked to learn that Spiegel can do this to entire cities, continents and even planets, and is even more horrified when Spiegel reveals that he can also see the future and knows that death and destruction will be inflicted by his hands. When the official threatens to shoot Spiegel like a rabid dog, Spiegel calmly reveals that it wouldn't matter, as he would still find someone else to conquer the official's country. He then leaves, whistling as he goes.",
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    "explanation": "Here is my analysis of the consistency between the story and the summary:\n\nInconsistent details:\n\nThe summary says Mr. Spiegel was hired by the official's government, but the story does not explicitly state that he was hired. It says the government had agreed to work with him. This is a minor inconsistency.\nThe summary says Spiegel will bring an empire to its knees without killing more than 20-30 million people, but the story says \"at least a few cities and army bases\" which could imply more deaths. This is also a minor inconsistency.\nAside from these two minor inconsistencies, the summary correctly captures the key details from the story, including:\n\nMr. Spiegel has powerful space-time continuum manipulating abilities.\nHe can inflict destruction on cities, continents and planets.\nHe claims he can see the future.\nHe says there will be death and destruction, some by his hands.\nHe threatens that shooting him wouldn't matter because he would have someone else conquer the country.\nGiven the two minor inconsistencies identified, I would classify the summary as mostly consistent with the story, but not completely consistent. The summary captures the essence and key details of the story for the most part, but has a couple inaccurate details. With some small corrections, the summary could be fully consistent with the story.\n\n\n",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: \"Don't worry.\" said Spiegel jovially \"I can do this without killing more than, say, twenty to thirty million people.\"\nThe official swallowed dryly. \"Twenty to thirty million...you are talking about mass murder, Mr. Spiegel. My government has agreed to work with you only under the condition that there is as little bloodshed as possible.\"\nSpiegel grinned. \"And just so it will be, Sir. But you have to remember that we are talking about bringing an empire to its knees. I will have to give my special treatment to at least a few cities and army bases. Imagine all the bloodshed there would be, if you had to work with atomic bombs, gas and conventional troops instead.\" He giggled childishly. \"No, Sir, my ways may not be pretty, but they are still more humane than starting a world war.\"\nThe officials turned white. \"So, what you are saying is...these abilities that you have demonstrated...you can do that to entire cities.\"\nSpiegel beamed proudly. \"Of course. Cities, continents, planets. Eventually I will put entire entire star systems through the wringer. But that is still quite a while in the future.\"\n\"...star systems...\" mouthed the official silently.\n\"Sure.\" Spiegel said casually \"What, did you not think that I could see the future? I am able to mangle the space-time-continuum, Sir. I know exactly what the future holds.\"\n\"And what does the future hold?\" asked the official breathlessly.\n\"For your kind? Death, destruction and madness. A lot of that inflicted by my hands. But that really does not matter in the grand scheme of things.\"\nThe official opened a drawer of his desk and retrieved a revolver. \"And what\" he said with a voice that barely rose above a whisper \"What if I shoot you here and now, like a rabid dog?\"\n\"Then I would die here\" said Spiegel \"But at the same time I would walk into an office on the other side of the planet and offer someone to conquer your country for them. You see, I do not care which country will eventually unite the planet and build a space-faring civilization. Only that it is done.\"\nAnd with that he turned around and walked out of the door. The official could hear him whistle why he walked down the corridor.\nSummary: Mr. Spiegel is a powerful individual who has demonstrated the ability to manipulate the space-time continuum. He has been hired by an official's government to bring an empire to its knees without killing more than twenty to thirty million people. The official is shocked to learn that Spiegel can do this to entire cities, continents and even planets, and is even more horrified when Spiegel reveals that he can also see the future and knows that death and destruction will be inflicted by his hands. When the official threatens to shoot Spiegel like a rabid dog, Spiegel calmly reveals that it wouldn't matter, as he would still find someone else to conquer the official's country. He then leaves, whistling as he goes.\n",
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    "story": "\"Don't worry.\" said Spiegel jovially \"I can do this without killing more than, say, twenty to thirty million people.\"\nThe official swallowed dryly. \"Twenty to thirty million...you are talking about mass murder, Mr. Spiegel. My government has agreed to work with you only under the condition that there is as little bloodshed as possible.\"\nSpiegel grinned. \"And just so it will be, Sir. But you have to remember that we are talking about bringing an empire to its knees. I will have to give my special treatment to at least a few cities and army bases. Imagine all the bloodshed there would be, if you had to work with atomic bombs, gas and conventional troops instead.\" He giggled childishly. \"No, Sir, my ways may not be pretty, but they are still more humane than starting a world war.\"\nThe officials turned white. \"So, what you are saying is...these abilities that you have demonstrated...you can do that to entire cities.\"\nSpiegel beamed proudly. \"Of course. Cities, continents, planets. Eventually I will put entire entire star systems through the wringer. But that is still quite a while in the future.\"\n\"...star systems...\" mouthed the official silently.\n\"Sure.\" Spiegel said casually \"What, did you not think that I could see the future? I am able to mangle the space-time-continuum, Sir. I know exactly what the future holds.\"\n\"And what does the future hold?\" asked the official breathlessly.\n\"For your kind? Death, destruction and madness. A lot of that inflicted by my hands. But that really does not matter in the grand scheme of things.\"\nThe official opened a drawer of his desk and retrieved a revolver. \"And what\" he said with a voice that barely rose above a whisper \"What if I shoot you here and now, like a rabid dog?\"\n\"Then I would die here\" said Spiegel \"But at the same time I would walk into an office on the other side of the planet and offer someone to conquer your country for them. You see, I do not care which country will eventually unite the planet and build a space-faring civilization. Only that it is done.\"\nAnd with that he turned around and walked out of the door. The official could hear him whistle why he walked down the corridor.",
    "summary": "Spiegel is a man with the ability to cause destruction on a massive scale. He has been hired by a government to bring down an empire, but he warns that his methods will result in the deaths of millions. Spiegel claims to be able to see the future and reveals that he plans to continue causing destruction on an even greater scale. When the official he is speaking with threatens to shoot him, Spiegel reveals that he is not loyal to any one country and will simply offer his services to someone else. He leaves, whistling happily, while the official is left contemplating the destructive power of Spiegel's abilities.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: \"Don't worry.\" said Spiegel jovially \"I can do this without killing more than, say, twenty to thirty million people.\"\nThe official swallowed dryly. \"Twenty to thirty million...you are talking about mass murder, Mr. Spiegel. My government has agreed to work with you only under the condition that there is as little bloodshed as possible.\"\nSpiegel grinned. \"And just so it will be, Sir. But you have to remember that we are talking about bringing an empire to its knees. I will have to give my special treatment to at least a few cities and army bases. Imagine all the bloodshed there would be, if you had to work with atomic bombs, gas and conventional troops instead.\" He giggled childishly. \"No, Sir, my ways may not be pretty, but they are still more humane than starting a world war.\"\nThe officials turned white. \"So, what you are saying is...these abilities that you have demonstrated...you can do that to entire cities.\"\nSpiegel beamed proudly. \"Of course. Cities, continents, planets. Eventually I will put entire entire star systems through the wringer. But that is still quite a while in the future.\"\n\"...star systems...\" mouthed the official silently.\n\"Sure.\" Spiegel said casually \"What, did you not think that I could see the future? I am able to mangle the space-time-continuum, Sir. I know exactly what the future holds.\"\n\"And what does the future hold?\" asked the official breathlessly.\n\"For your kind? Death, destruction and madness. A lot of that inflicted by my hands. But that really does not matter in the grand scheme of things.\"\nThe official opened a drawer of his desk and retrieved a revolver. \"And what\" he said with a voice that barely rose above a whisper \"What if I shoot you here and now, like a rabid dog?\"\n\"Then I would die here\" said Spiegel \"But at the same time I would walk into an office on the other side of the planet and offer someone to conquer your country for them. You see, I do not care which country will eventually unite the planet and build a space-faring civilization. Only that it is done.\"\nAnd with that he turned around and walked out of the door. The official could hear him whistle why he walked down the corridor.\nSummary: Spiegel is a man with the ability to cause destruction on a massive scale. He has been hired by a government to bring down an empire, but he warns that his methods will result in the deaths of millions. Spiegel claims to be able to see the future and reveals that he plans to continue causing destruction on an even greater scale. When the official he is speaking with threatens to shoot him, Spiegel reveals that he is not loyal to any one country and will simply offer his services to someone else. He leaves, whistling happily, while the official is left contemplating the destructive power of Spiegel's abilities.\n",
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    "story": "\"Don't worry.\" said Spiegel jovially \"I can do this without killing more than, say, twenty to thirty million people.\"\nThe official swallowed dryly. \"Twenty to thirty million...you are talking about mass murder, Mr. Spiegel. My government has agreed to work with you only under the condition that there is as little bloodshed as possible.\"\nSpiegel grinned. \"And just so it will be, Sir. But you have to remember that we are talking about bringing an empire to its knees. I will have to give my special treatment to at least a few cities and army bases. Imagine all the bloodshed there would be, if you had to work with atomic bombs, gas and conventional troops instead.\" He giggled childishly. \"No, Sir, my ways may not be pretty, but they are still more humane than starting a world war.\"\nThe officials turned white. \"So, what you are saying is...these abilities that you have demonstrated...you can do that to entire cities.\"\nSpiegel beamed proudly. \"Of course. Cities, continents, planets. Eventually I will put entire entire star systems through the wringer. But that is still quite a while in the future.\"\n\"...star systems...\" mouthed the official silently.\n\"Sure.\" Spiegel said casually \"What, did you not think that I could see the future? I am able to mangle the space-time-continuum, Sir. I know exactly what the future holds.\"\n\"And what does the future hold?\" asked the official breathlessly.\n\"For your kind? Death, destruction and madness. A lot of that inflicted by my hands. But that really does not matter in the grand scheme of things.\"\nThe official opened a drawer of his desk and retrieved a revolver. \"And what\" he said with a voice that barely rose above a whisper \"What if I shoot you here and now, like a rabid dog?\"\n\"Then I would die here\" said Spiegel \"But at the same time I would walk into an office on the other side of the planet and offer someone to conquer your country for them. You see, I do not care which country will eventually unite the planet and build a space-faring civilization. Only that it is done.\"\nAnd with that he turned around and walked out of the door. The official could hear him whistle why he walked down the corridor.",
    "summary": "The story is about a man named Spiegel who has powerful abilities, including the ability to manipulate space, time, and the future. He meets with an official from a government, claiming that he can help the government conquer an empire and bring it to its knees, with a limited amount of bloodshed, around 20-30 million deaths. Spiegel boasts about his powerful abilities, saying he can inflict destruction on entire cities, continents, planets, and eventually even star systems. He claims to know the future, in which he foresees death and destruction brought about in part by his own hands. When the official threatens to shoot Spiegel, Spiegel claims that this would not stop him, as he would simply appear elsewhere and make a deal with another country. The story depicts Spiegel as a menacing, power-hungry figure who cares little for human life. His extreme powers and disregard for morality pose a grave threat to humanity.",
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    "explanation": "Here is my analysis of the consistency between the story and the summary:\n\nInconsistent details:\n\nNone identified. The summary accurately captures the key details from the story, including:\n\n- Spiegel's powerful abilities like manipulating space-time and knowing the future.\n- His offer to help the government conquer an empire with 20-30 million deaths.\n- His boastful claims about being able to inflict destruction across cities, continents, planets and star systems.\n- His claim that being shot would not stop him as he would appear elsewhere and make a deal with another country.\n\nThe summary is consistent with the key events and details in the story. While the summary is high-level and missing some specifics, it does not contain any inaccuracies or contradictions with respect to the story.\n\nTherefore, the summary is consistent with the story. There are no major inconsistencies identified. The summary cohesively and accurately conveys the essence and key points of the story.\n",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: \"Don't worry.\" said Spiegel jovially \"I can do this without killing more than, say, twenty to thirty million people.\"\nThe official swallowed dryly. \"Twenty to thirty million...you are talking about mass murder, Mr. Spiegel. My government has agreed to work with you only under the condition that there is as little bloodshed as possible.\"\nSpiegel grinned. \"And just so it will be, Sir. But you have to remember that we are talking about bringing an empire to its knees. I will have to give my special treatment to at least a few cities and army bases. Imagine all the bloodshed there would be, if you had to work with atomic bombs, gas and conventional troops instead.\" He giggled childishly. \"No, Sir, my ways may not be pretty, but they are still more humane than starting a world war.\"\nThe officials turned white. \"So, what you are saying is...these abilities that you have demonstrated...you can do that to entire cities.\"\nSpiegel beamed proudly. \"Of course. Cities, continents, planets. Eventually I will put entire entire star systems through the wringer. But that is still quite a while in the future.\"\n\"...star systems...\" mouthed the official silently.\n\"Sure.\" Spiegel said casually \"What, did you not think that I could see the future? I am able to mangle the space-time-continuum, Sir. I know exactly what the future holds.\"\n\"And what does the future hold?\" asked the official breathlessly.\n\"For your kind? Death, destruction and madness. A lot of that inflicted by my hands. But that really does not matter in the grand scheme of things.\"\nThe official opened a drawer of his desk and retrieved a revolver. \"And what\" he said with a voice that barely rose above a whisper \"What if I shoot you here and now, like a rabid dog?\"\n\"Then I would die here\" said Spiegel \"But at the same time I would walk into an office on the other side of the planet and offer someone to conquer your country for them. You see, I do not care which country will eventually unite the planet and build a space-faring civilization. Only that it is done.\"\nAnd with that he turned around and walked out of the door. The official could hear him whistle why he walked down the corridor.\nSummary: The story is about a man named Spiegel who has powerful abilities, including the ability to manipulate space, time, and the future. He meets with an official from a government, claiming that he can help the government conquer an empire and bring it to its knees, with a limited amount of bloodshed, around 20-30 million deaths. Spiegel boasts about his powerful abilities, saying he can inflict destruction on entire cities, continents, planets, and eventually even star systems. He claims to know the future, in which he foresees death and destruction brought about in part by his own hands. When the official threatens to shoot Spiegel, Spiegel claims that this would not stop him, as he would simply appear elsewhere and make a deal with another country. The story depicts Spiegel as a menacing, power-hungry figure who cares little for human life. His extreme powers and disregard for morality pose a grave threat to humanity.\n",
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    "story": "The rescue team entered the cave and was led to a vertical shaft that was extremely narrow. The cave guide said that one of his participants had left of the group and had fallen down this blocked off section of cave.\nThey called down the shaft but they could only faintly hear him so they knew he had to be pretty far down. They shouted that they were going to drop a radio down to him and after a few minutes, sent it down. The rescue took multiple days and over the course of the operation the team took turns speaking with the man who was surprisingly calm.\nHe told them he had very little room to move and that he was hungry. He talked about getting out and how much he wanted to see the sun and the team gave him updates on how they had to request especially equipment be flown in for the rescue.\nWhen they finally extracted him, he was ecstatic, and he went around to each member of the team hugging them and introducing himself. The team was perplexed because each of them had spoken to him at great length over the prior few days.\nBefore they could say anything, however, he profusely apologized for losing their radio. He said when they had dropped it down, it hit his hand quite hard and it fell, clattering down the hole underneath him. He said he never got the opportunity to use it, and apologized again.\nThe rescue team looked at each other, just as the radio flared to life and and a voice identical to the man standing in front of them asked \"when are you guys coming to get me\"?",
    "summary": "The rescue team went into a cave to rescue a man who had fallen down a vertical shaft. The team took turns talking to him over a radio, providing him with updates and encouragement. When they finally extracted him, he thanked them for rescuing him and apologized for losing their radio. When the team was about to leave, the radio came to life again and the same voice asked when they were coming to get him.",
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Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: The rescue team entered the cave and was led to a vertical shaft that was extremely narrow. The cave guide said that one of his participants had left of the group and had fallen down this blocked off section of cave.\nThey called down the shaft but they could only faintly hear him so they knew he had to be pretty far down. They shouted that they were going to drop a radio down to him and after a few minutes, sent it down. The rescue took multiple days and over the course of the operation the team took turns speaking with the man who was surprisingly calm.\nHe told them he had very little room to move and that he was hungry. He talked about getting out and how much he wanted to see the sun and the team gave him updates on how they had to request especially equipment be flown in for the rescue.\nWhen they finally extracted him, he was ecstatic, and he went around to each member of the team hugging them and introducing himself. The team was perplexed because each of them had spoken to him at great length over the prior few days.\nBefore they could say anything, however, he profusely apologized for losing their radio. He said when they had dropped it down, it hit his hand quite hard and it fell, clattering down the hole underneath him. He said he never got the opportunity to use it, and apologized again.\nThe rescue team looked at each other, just as the radio flared to life and and a voice identical to the man standing in front of them asked \"when are you guys coming to get me\"?\nSummary: The rescue team went into a cave to rescue a man who had fallen down a vertical shaft. The team took turns talking to him over a radio, providing him with updates and encouragement. When they finally extracted him, he thanked them for rescuing him and apologized for losing their radio. When the team was about to leave, the radio came to life again and the same voice asked when they were coming to get him.\n",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: The rescue team entered the cave and was led to a vertical shaft that was extremely narrow. The cave guide said that one of his participants had left of the group and had fallen down this blocked off section of cave.\nThey called down the shaft but they could only faintly hear him so they knew he had to be pretty far down. They shouted that they were going to drop a radio down to him and after a few minutes, sent it down. The rescue took multiple days and over the course of the operation the team took turns speaking with the man who was surprisingly calm.\nHe told them he had very little room to move and that he was hungry. He talked about getting out and how much he wanted to see the sun and the team gave him updates on how they had to request especially equipment be flown in for the rescue.\nWhen they finally extracted him, he was ecstatic, and he went around to each member of the team hugging them and introducing himself. The team was perplexed because each of them had spoken to him at great length over the prior few days.\nBefore they could say anything, however, he profusely apologized for losing their radio. He said when they had dropped it down, it hit his hand quite hard and it fell, clattering down the hole underneath him. He said he never got the opportunity to use it, and apologized again.\nThe rescue team looked at each other, just as the radio flared to life and and a voice identical to the man standing in front of them asked \"when are you guys coming to get me\"?\nSummary: A rescue team goes into a narrow cave to find a participant who had fallen down a blocked-off section. They drop a radio down to him and start a multiple day rescue operation, during which they take turns speaking with the man who remains surprisingly calm. When they finally extract him, he apologizes for losing their radio, but before they can say anything, the radio flares to life with the same voice asking when they will come to get him. The team realizes that the man they rescued was not the one who had fallen down the shaft, and they wonder who they had actually been talking to.\n",
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    "story": "The rescue team entered the cave and was led to a vertical shaft that was extremely narrow. The cave guide said that one of his participants had left of the group and had fallen down this blocked off section of cave.\nThey called down the shaft but they could only faintly hear him so they knew he had to be pretty far down. They shouted that they were going to drop a radio down to him and after a few minutes, sent it down. The rescue took multiple days and over the course of the operation the team took turns speaking with the man who was surprisingly calm.\nHe told them he had very little room to move and that he was hungry. He talked about getting out and how much he wanted to see the sun and the team gave him updates on how they had to request especially equipment be flown in for the rescue.\nWhen they finally extracted him, he was ecstatic, and he went around to each member of the team hugging them and introducing himself. The team was perplexed because each of them had spoken to him at great length over the prior few days.\nBefore they could say anything, however, he profusely apologized for losing their radio. He said when they had dropped it down, it hit his hand quite hard and it fell, clattering down the hole underneath him. He said he never got the opportunity to use it, and apologized again.\nThe rescue team looked at each other, just as the radio flared to life and and a voice identical to the man standing in front of them asked \"when are you guys coming to get me\"?",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: The rescue team entered the cave and was led to a vertical shaft that was extremely narrow. The cave guide said that one of his participants had left of the group and had fallen down this blocked off section of cave.\nThey called down the shaft but they could only faintly hear him so they knew he had to be pretty far down. They shouted that they were going to drop a radio down to him and after a few minutes, sent it down. The rescue took multiple days and over the course of the operation the team took turns speaking with the man who was surprisingly calm.\nHe told them he had very little room to move and that he was hungry. He talked about getting out and how much he wanted to see the sun and the team gave him updates on how they had to request especially equipment be flown in for the rescue.\nWhen they finally extracted him, he was ecstatic, and he went around to each member of the team hugging them and introducing himself. The team was perplexed because each of them had spoken to him at great length over the prior few days.\nBefore they could say anything, however, he profusely apologized for losing their radio. He said when they had dropped it down, it hit his hand quite hard and it fell, clattering down the hole underneath him. He said he never got the opportunity to use it, and apologized again.\nThe rescue team looked at each other, just as the radio flared to life and and a voice identical to the man standing in front of them asked \"when are you guys coming to get me\"?\nSummary: A rescue team enters a cave in order to save a man who has fallen down a narrow vertical shaft. After days of work, they are able to extract him from the shaft. However, once he is out, he proceeds to hug and introduce himself to each member of the team, even though they had spoken extensively with him over the radio during the multi-day rescue operation. Perplexed, the team then realizes that the man never actually had the radio, and that the voice they heard was someone else trapped further down the shaft. The man they rescued had merely apologized for losing the radio when they first dropped it down, but in fact it had fallen past him to someone trapped below. The story ends with the radio flaring to life again and the voice of the other trapped person asking when the rescue team will come for him.\n",
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    "story": "Destiny couldn\u2019t wait to see Heaven.\nThey had been best friends for years- since second grade. They came to the playground nearly every afternoon that summer for a game of tag, to draw with chalk, or to just laugh together.\nBut lately she\u2019d been noticing some strange things about Heaven. For one, she\u2019d been wearing the same dirty clothes for a week. She also noticed the other kids weren\u2019t talking to Heaven or playing with her anymore. That didn\u2019t matter to Destiny. Heaven would always be her friend.\nThat afternoon Destiny stopped by her friend\u2019s house on the way to the park. She didn\u2019t know much about Heaven\u2019s family, just that Heaven spent most of her days outside. She didn\u2019t like spending time at home.\nA man in a dirty shirt answered the door. She wasn\u2019t sure if this was Heaven\u2019s dad or not.\n\"Hey, is Heaven coming to the playground today?\"\nHe stared at her for a long time.\n\"Come on in. You can ask her.\u201d\nHe led her into the kitchen. They turned the corner and he opened another door, revealing a basement staircase.\n\"She's down there.\"\nDestiny was unsure- but she trusted parents.\n\"She is?\" She took a tentative step.\n\"Yep. She\u2019s been playing down there all week.\"\nHe gave her a shove, and she tumbled down the stairs. Shocked, she looked back up at the man in the doorframe.\n\"Say hello to Heaven for me, won't you?\" He said, slamming the door.\nDestiny screamed as she was plunged into darkness. In her confusion she stumbled to the cellar floor. But instead of landing on soft dirt, her hands felt cold flesh, and her fingers caught in a tangle of hair.\nShe tried to get up quickly, but froze when she heard a voice- Heaven's voice- whisper in her ear:\n\"It's OK. Now we can play down here together.\"",
    "summary": "Destiny visits her best friend Heaven's house on her way to the playground and is shocked when Heaven's father leads her to the basement. When the door slams shut, Destiny is plunged into darkness and finds Heaven on the floor. Heaven reassures her that they can now play in the basement together.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Destiny couldn\u2019t wait to see Heaven.\nThey had been best friends for years- since second grade. They came to the playground nearly every afternoon that summer for a game of tag, to draw with chalk, or to just laugh together.\nBut lately she\u2019d been noticing some strange things about Heaven. For one, she\u2019d been wearing the same dirty clothes for a week. She also noticed the other kids weren\u2019t talking to Heaven or playing with her anymore. That didn\u2019t matter to Destiny. Heaven would always be her friend.\nThat afternoon Destiny stopped by her friend\u2019s house on the way to the park. She didn\u2019t know much about Heaven\u2019s family, just that Heaven spent most of her days outside. She didn\u2019t like spending time at home.\nA man in a dirty shirt answered the door. She wasn\u2019t sure if this was Heaven\u2019s dad or not.\n\"Hey, is Heaven coming to the playground today?\"\nHe stared at her for a long time.\n\"Come on in. You can ask her.\u201d\nHe led her into the kitchen. They turned the corner and he opened another door, revealing a basement staircase.\n\"She's down there.\"\nDestiny was unsure- but she trusted parents.\n\"She is?\" She took a tentative step.\n\"Yep. She\u2019s been playing down there all week.\"\nHe gave her a shove, and she tumbled down the stairs. Shocked, she looked back up at the man in the doorframe.\n\"Say hello to Heaven for me, won't you?\" He said, slamming the door.\nDestiny screamed as she was plunged into darkness. In her confusion she stumbled to the cellar floor. But instead of landing on soft dirt, her hands felt cold flesh, and her fingers caught in a tangle of hair.\nShe tried to get up quickly, but froze when she heard a voice- Heaven's voice- whisper in her ear:\n\"It's OK. Now we can play down here together.\"\nSummary: Destiny visits her best friend Heaven's house on her way to the playground and is shocked when Heaven's father leads her to the basement. When the door slams shut, Destiny is plunged into darkness and finds Heaven on the floor. Heaven reassures her that they can now play in the basement together.\n",
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    "story": "Destiny couldn\u2019t wait to see Heaven.\nThey had been best friends for years- since second grade. They came to the playground nearly every afternoon that summer for a game of tag, to draw with chalk, or to just laugh together.\nBut lately she\u2019d been noticing some strange things about Heaven. For one, she\u2019d been wearing the same dirty clothes for a week. She also noticed the other kids weren\u2019t talking to Heaven or playing with her anymore. That didn\u2019t matter to Destiny. Heaven would always be her friend.\nThat afternoon Destiny stopped by her friend\u2019s house on the way to the park. She didn\u2019t know much about Heaven\u2019s family, just that Heaven spent most of her days outside. She didn\u2019t like spending time at home.\nA man in a dirty shirt answered the door. She wasn\u2019t sure if this was Heaven\u2019s dad or not.\n\"Hey, is Heaven coming to the playground today?\"\nHe stared at her for a long time.\n\"Come on in. You can ask her.\u201d\nHe led her into the kitchen. They turned the corner and he opened another door, revealing a basement staircase.\n\"She's down there.\"\nDestiny was unsure- but she trusted parents.\n\"She is?\" She took a tentative step.\n\"Yep. She\u2019s been playing down there all week.\"\nHe gave her a shove, and she tumbled down the stairs. Shocked, she looked back up at the man in the doorframe.\n\"Say hello to Heaven for me, won't you?\" He said, slamming the door.\nDestiny screamed as she was plunged into darkness. In her confusion she stumbled to the cellar floor. But instead of landing on soft dirt, her hands felt cold flesh, and her fingers caught in a tangle of hair.\nShe tried to get up quickly, but froze when she heard a voice- Heaven's voice- whisper in her ear:\n\"It's OK. Now we can play down here together.\"",
    "summary": "Destiny and Heaven are best friends who often play together at the park. Destiny notices some strange changes in Heaven's behavior, such as wearing the same clothes for a week and no longer being friends with other kids. When Destiny goes to Heaven's house to ask her to play, a man answers the door and leads her to the basement where Heaven has been playing for a week. The man shoves Destiny down the stairs, leaving her trapped in the basement with Heaven, who says they can now play together.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Destiny couldn\u2019t wait to see Heaven.\nThey had been best friends for years- since second grade. They came to the playground nearly every afternoon that summer for a game of tag, to draw with chalk, or to just laugh together.\nBut lately she\u2019d been noticing some strange things about Heaven. For one, she\u2019d been wearing the same dirty clothes for a week. She also noticed the other kids weren\u2019t talking to Heaven or playing with her anymore. That didn\u2019t matter to Destiny. Heaven would always be her friend.\nThat afternoon Destiny stopped by her friend\u2019s house on the way to the park. She didn\u2019t know much about Heaven\u2019s family, just that Heaven spent most of her days outside. She didn\u2019t like spending time at home.\nA man in a dirty shirt answered the door. She wasn\u2019t sure if this was Heaven\u2019s dad or not.\n\"Hey, is Heaven coming to the playground today?\"\nHe stared at her for a long time.\n\"Come on in. You can ask her.\u201d\nHe led her into the kitchen. They turned the corner and he opened another door, revealing a basement staircase.\n\"She's down there.\"\nDestiny was unsure- but she trusted parents.\n\"She is?\" She took a tentative step.\n\"Yep. She\u2019s been playing down there all week.\"\nHe gave her a shove, and she tumbled down the stairs. Shocked, she looked back up at the man in the doorframe.\n\"Say hello to Heaven for me, won't you?\" He said, slamming the door.\nDestiny screamed as she was plunged into darkness. In her confusion she stumbled to the cellar floor. But instead of landing on soft dirt, her hands felt cold flesh, and her fingers caught in a tangle of hair.\nShe tried to get up quickly, but froze when she heard a voice- Heaven's voice- whisper in her ear:\n\"It's OK. Now we can play down here together.\"\nSummary: Destiny and Heaven are best friends who often play together at the park. Destiny notices some strange changes in Heaven's behavior, such as wearing the same clothes for a week and no longer being friends with other kids. When Destiny goes to Heaven's house to ask her to play, a man answers the door and leads her to the basement where Heaven has been playing for a week. The man shoves Destiny down the stairs, leaving her trapped in the basement with Heaven, who says they can now play together.\n",
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    "story": "Destiny couldn\u2019t wait to see Heaven.\nThey had been best friends for years- since second grade. They came to the playground nearly every afternoon that summer for a game of tag, to draw with chalk, or to just laugh together.\nBut lately she\u2019d been noticing some strange things about Heaven. For one, she\u2019d been wearing the same dirty clothes for a week. She also noticed the other kids weren\u2019t talking to Heaven or playing with her anymore. That didn\u2019t matter to Destiny. Heaven would always be her friend.\nThat afternoon Destiny stopped by her friend\u2019s house on the way to the park. She didn\u2019t know much about Heaven\u2019s family, just that Heaven spent most of her days outside. She didn\u2019t like spending time at home.\nA man in a dirty shirt answered the door. She wasn\u2019t sure if this was Heaven\u2019s dad or not.\n\"Hey, is Heaven coming to the playground today?\"\nHe stared at her for a long time.\n\"Come on in. You can ask her.\u201d\nHe led her into the kitchen. They turned the corner and he opened another door, revealing a basement staircase.\n\"She's down there.\"\nDestiny was unsure- but she trusted parents.\n\"She is?\" She took a tentative step.\n\"Yep. She\u2019s been playing down there all week.\"\nHe gave her a shove, and she tumbled down the stairs. Shocked, she looked back up at the man in the doorframe.\n\"Say hello to Heaven for me, won't you?\" He said, slamming the door.\nDestiny screamed as she was plunged into darkness. In her confusion she stumbled to the cellar floor. But instead of landing on soft dirt, her hands felt cold flesh, and her fingers caught in a tangle of hair.\nShe tried to get up quickly, but froze when she heard a voice- Heaven's voice- whisper in her ear:\n\"It's OK. Now we can play down here together.\"",
    "summary": "Destiny goes to visit her best friend Heaven at her house. Heaven's father lets Destiny into the house and leads her down to the basement, claiming Heaven has been playing down there all week. Once Destiny reaches the bottom of the stairs, she discovers Heaven's dead body in the dark basement. Heaven's ghost then whispers to Destiny that now they can play together in the basement. The story suggests that Heaven's father was responsible for her death and lured Destiny into the basement to harm or kill her as well.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Destiny couldn\u2019t wait to see Heaven.\nThey had been best friends for years- since second grade. They came to the playground nearly every afternoon that summer for a game of tag, to draw with chalk, or to just laugh together.\nBut lately she\u2019d been noticing some strange things about Heaven. For one, she\u2019d been wearing the same dirty clothes for a week. She also noticed the other kids weren\u2019t talking to Heaven or playing with her anymore. That didn\u2019t matter to Destiny. Heaven would always be her friend.\nThat afternoon Destiny stopped by her friend\u2019s house on the way to the park. She didn\u2019t know much about Heaven\u2019s family, just that Heaven spent most of her days outside. She didn\u2019t like spending time at home.\nA man in a dirty shirt answered the door. She wasn\u2019t sure if this was Heaven\u2019s dad or not.\n\"Hey, is Heaven coming to the playground today?\"\nHe stared at her for a long time.\n\"Come on in. You can ask her.\u201d\nHe led her into the kitchen. They turned the corner and he opened another door, revealing a basement staircase.\n\"She's down there.\"\nDestiny was unsure- but she trusted parents.\n\"She is?\" She took a tentative step.\n\"Yep. She\u2019s been playing down there all week.\"\nHe gave her a shove, and she tumbled down the stairs. Shocked, she looked back up at the man in the doorframe.\n\"Say hello to Heaven for me, won't you?\" He said, slamming the door.\nDestiny screamed as she was plunged into darkness. In her confusion she stumbled to the cellar floor. But instead of landing on soft dirt, her hands felt cold flesh, and her fingers caught in a tangle of hair.\nShe tried to get up quickly, but froze when she heard a voice- Heaven's voice- whisper in her ear:\n\"It's OK. Now we can play down here together.\"\nSummary: Destiny goes to visit her best friend Heaven at her house. Heaven's father lets Destiny into the house and leads her down to the basement, claiming Heaven has been playing down there all week. Once Destiny reaches the bottom of the stairs, she discovers Heaven's dead body in the dark basement. Heaven's ghost then whispers to Destiny that now they can play together in the basement. The story suggests that Heaven's father was responsible for her death and lured Destiny into the basement to harm or kill her as well.\n",
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    "story": "\u201cWill you be my valentine?\u201d I prayed to hear those three magical letters, and my prayer was heard.\n\u201cYes, of course!\u201d Her heart was mine. The next day, February 14th, I spent all day dreaming of her. Her deep blue eyes, her long, black hair, but most importantly, her heart. Her heart was mine. And then I noticed the time. She would be here in half an hour, and I hadn\u2019t even begun to prepare a meal! The pantry door flew open for me to search for something suitable for the occasion. Cauliflower? Mashed potatoes? Pasta with white sauce? That was my best bet. As I finished plating the meal, the daydreams returned. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. And she was mine. Her heart was mine. I placed a white rose against the end of the plate. Just as I had done this, there was a knock at the door.\nMy hand rested against the knob, ready to open the door, before feeling a moment of sorrow. Once the moment passed, I turned the knob and welcomed her inside. She wore a beautiful white dress. It was perfect. I guided her to the dining room, and she reacted just as every valentine in the past. Her face was one of confusion.\n\u201cThere\u2019s only one plate,\u201d she said, puzzled. Just like every valentine in the past. I shushed her. Quietly, I pulled out the knife that had been hidden. I turned to face her and thrust the knife into her chest, careful not to penetrate her heart. She was dead before she could react. Her heart was then carved out. Her blood stained her dress red. Red, the color of love. Her heart was carefully set on the plate. It colored the sauce red. Red, the color of love. And finally, it stained the rose red. Red, the color of love. I feasted the same as I had every year prior, savoring every bite. Her heart was mine, after all.\nThen, it was time to rest again, and in 11 months, I would find a new love. A new heart to call mine.",
    "summary": "A man spends his day dreaming of the beautiful woman he will be seeing later that night. When she arrives, he guides her to the dining room, where he has prepared a meal with a single plate. He then pulls out a knife and stabs her in the chest, taking her heart out and placing it on the plate. He feasts on it, savoring every bite, and then rests until he can find a new heart to call his own.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: \u201cWill you be my valentine?\u201d I prayed to hear those three magical letters, and my prayer was heard.\n\u201cYes, of course!\u201d Her heart was mine. The next day, February 14th, I spent all day dreaming of her. Her deep blue eyes, her long, black hair, but most importantly, her heart. Her heart was mine. And then I noticed the time. She would be here in half an hour, and I hadn\u2019t even begun to prepare a meal! The pantry door flew open for me to search for something suitable for the occasion. Cauliflower? Mashed potatoes? Pasta with white sauce? That was my best bet. As I finished plating the meal, the daydreams returned. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. And she was mine. Her heart was mine. I placed a white rose against the end of the plate. Just as I had done this, there was a knock at the door.\nMy hand rested against the knob, ready to open the door, before feeling a moment of sorrow. Once the moment passed, I turned the knob and welcomed her inside. She wore a beautiful white dress. It was perfect. I guided her to the dining room, and she reacted just as every valentine in the past. Her face was one of confusion.\n\u201cThere\u2019s only one plate,\u201d she said, puzzled. Just like every valentine in the past. I shushed her. Quietly, I pulled out the knife that had been hidden. I turned to face her and thrust the knife into her chest, careful not to penetrate her heart. She was dead before she could react. Her heart was then carved out. Her blood stained her dress red. Red, the color of love. Her heart was carefully set on the plate. It colored the sauce red. Red, the color of love. And finally, it stained the rose red. Red, the color of love. I feasted the same as I had every year prior, savoring every bite. Her heart was mine, after all.\nThen, it was time to rest again, and in 11 months, I would find a new love. A new heart to call mine.\nSummary: A man spends his day dreaming of the beautiful woman he will be seeing later that night. When she arrives, he guides her to the dining room, where he has prepared a meal with a single plate. He then pulls out a knife and stabs her in the chest, taking her heart out and placing it on the plate. He feasts on it, savoring every bite, and then rests until he can find a new heart to call his own.\n",
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    "story": "\u201cWill you be my valentine?\u201d I prayed to hear those three magical letters, and my prayer was heard.\n\u201cYes, of course!\u201d Her heart was mine. The next day, February 14th, I spent all day dreaming of her. Her deep blue eyes, her long, black hair, but most importantly, her heart. Her heart was mine. And then I noticed the time. She would be here in half an hour, and I hadn\u2019t even begun to prepare a meal! The pantry door flew open for me to search for something suitable for the occasion. Cauliflower? Mashed potatoes? Pasta with white sauce? That was my best bet. As I finished plating the meal, the daydreams returned. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. And she was mine. Her heart was mine. I placed a white rose against the end of the plate. Just as I had done this, there was a knock at the door.\nMy hand rested against the knob, ready to open the door, before feeling a moment of sorrow. Once the moment passed, I turned the knob and welcomed her inside. She wore a beautiful white dress. It was perfect. I guided her to the dining room, and she reacted just as every valentine in the past. Her face was one of confusion.\n\u201cThere\u2019s only one plate,\u201d she said, puzzled. Just like every valentine in the past. I shushed her. Quietly, I pulled out the knife that had been hidden. I turned to face her and thrust the knife into her chest, careful not to penetrate her heart. She was dead before she could react. Her heart was then carved out. Her blood stained her dress red. Red, the color of love. Her heart was carefully set on the plate. It colored the sauce red. Red, the color of love. And finally, it stained the rose red. Red, the color of love. I feasted the same as I had every year prior, savoring every bite. Her heart was mine, after all.\nThen, it was time to rest again, and in 11 months, I would find a new love. A new heart to call mine.",
    "summary": "The narrator is excited to have found a Valentine, and spends the day dreaming about her. He prepares a meal for her, but when she arrives, he stabs her and carves out her heart to eat. He reflects that he will find a new love and heart to call his own in the future.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: \u201cWill you be my valentine?\u201d I prayed to hear those three magical letters, and my prayer was heard.\n\u201cYes, of course!\u201d Her heart was mine. The next day, February 14th, I spent all day dreaming of her. Her deep blue eyes, her long, black hair, but most importantly, her heart. Her heart was mine. And then I noticed the time. She would be here in half an hour, and I hadn\u2019t even begun to prepare a meal! The pantry door flew open for me to search for something suitable for the occasion. Cauliflower? Mashed potatoes? Pasta with white sauce? That was my best bet. As I finished plating the meal, the daydreams returned. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. And she was mine. Her heart was mine. I placed a white rose against the end of the plate. Just as I had done this, there was a knock at the door.\nMy hand rested against the knob, ready to open the door, before feeling a moment of sorrow. Once the moment passed, I turned the knob and welcomed her inside. She wore a beautiful white dress. It was perfect. I guided her to the dining room, and she reacted just as every valentine in the past. Her face was one of confusion.\n\u201cThere\u2019s only one plate,\u201d she said, puzzled. Just like every valentine in the past. I shushed her. Quietly, I pulled out the knife that had been hidden. I turned to face her and thrust the knife into her chest, careful not to penetrate her heart. She was dead before she could react. Her heart was then carved out. Her blood stained her dress red. Red, the color of love. Her heart was carefully set on the plate. It colored the sauce red. Red, the color of love. And finally, it stained the rose red. Red, the color of love. I feasted the same as I had every year prior, savoring every bite. Her heart was mine, after all.\nThen, it was time to rest again, and in 11 months, I would find a new love. A new heart to call mine.\nSummary: The narrator is excited to have found a Valentine, and spends the day dreaming about her. He prepares a meal for her, but when she arrives, he stabs her and carves out her heart to eat. He reflects that he will find a new love and heart to call his own in the future.\n",
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    "story": "\u201cWill you be my valentine?\u201d I prayed to hear those three magical letters, and my prayer was heard.\n\u201cYes, of course!\u201d Her heart was mine. The next day, February 14th, I spent all day dreaming of her. Her deep blue eyes, her long, black hair, but most importantly, her heart. Her heart was mine. And then I noticed the time. She would be here in half an hour, and I hadn\u2019t even begun to prepare a meal! The pantry door flew open for me to search for something suitable for the occasion. Cauliflower? Mashed potatoes? Pasta with white sauce? That was my best bet. As I finished plating the meal, the daydreams returned. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. And she was mine. Her heart was mine. I placed a white rose against the end of the plate. Just as I had done this, there was a knock at the door.\nMy hand rested against the knob, ready to open the door, before feeling a moment of sorrow. Once the moment passed, I turned the knob and welcomed her inside. She wore a beautiful white dress. It was perfect. I guided her to the dining room, and she reacted just as every valentine in the past. Her face was one of confusion.\n\u201cThere\u2019s only one plate,\u201d she said, puzzled. Just like every valentine in the past. I shushed her. Quietly, I pulled out the knife that had been hidden. I turned to face her and thrust the knife into her chest, careful not to penetrate her heart. She was dead before she could react. Her heart was then carved out. Her blood stained her dress red. Red, the color of love. Her heart was carefully set on the plate. It colored the sauce red. Red, the color of love. And finally, it stained the rose red. Red, the color of love. I feasted the same as I had every year prior, savoring every bite. Her heart was mine, after all.\nThen, it was time to rest again, and in 11 months, I would find a new love. A new heart to call mine.",
    "summary": "The story follows an unnamed protagonist who dreams of finding love on Valentine\u2019s Day. He finds a woman who says \u201cyes\u201d when he asks her to be his valentine. He spends the day dreaming about her and preparing a romantic dinner for her. When she arrives, he stabs her to death and carves out her heart. He places her heart on his plate of pasta and eats it, staining everything red with her blood. The protagonist views this murder and cannibalism as an expression of love, and the story ends by saying he will find a new love and repeat the process again next year. The story depicts a disturbing and sinister take on the themes of romance and love.",
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    "explanation": "Here is my analysis of the consistency between the story and the summary:\n\nSummary details:\n- Protagonist dreams of finding love on Valentine's Day\n- Finds a woman who agrees to be his valentine\n- Spends the day dreaming about her and preparing dinner\n- Stabs her to death when she arrives\n- Carves out her heart\n- Places her heart on his plate and eats it\n- Views this as an expression of love\n- Will find a new love and repeat this next year\n\nInconsistent details: None. All details in the summary match events and details in the story.\n\nThe summary is consistent with the key details and events in the short story. Although the summary leaves out some minor details, it captures the core narrative beats and themes accurately.\n\nMy analysis is that the summary is consistent with the story.  There are no inconsistent details identified between the story and the summary.\n",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: \u201cWill you be my valentine?\u201d I prayed to hear those three magical letters, and my prayer was heard.\n\u201cYes, of course!\u201d Her heart was mine. The next day, February 14th, I spent all day dreaming of her. Her deep blue eyes, her long, black hair, but most importantly, her heart. Her heart was mine. And then I noticed the time. She would be here in half an hour, and I hadn\u2019t even begun to prepare a meal! The pantry door flew open for me to search for something suitable for the occasion. Cauliflower? Mashed potatoes? Pasta with white sauce? That was my best bet. As I finished plating the meal, the daydreams returned. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. And she was mine. Her heart was mine. I placed a white rose against the end of the plate. Just as I had done this, there was a knock at the door.\nMy hand rested against the knob, ready to open the door, before feeling a moment of sorrow. Once the moment passed, I turned the knob and welcomed her inside. She wore a beautiful white dress. It was perfect. I guided her to the dining room, and she reacted just as every valentine in the past. Her face was one of confusion.\n\u201cThere\u2019s only one plate,\u201d she said, puzzled. Just like every valentine in the past. I shushed her. Quietly, I pulled out the knife that had been hidden. I turned to face her and thrust the knife into her chest, careful not to penetrate her heart. She was dead before she could react. Her heart was then carved out. Her blood stained her dress red. Red, the color of love. Her heart was carefully set on the plate. It colored the sauce red. Red, the color of love. And finally, it stained the rose red. Red, the color of love. I feasted the same as I had every year prior, savoring every bite. Her heart was mine, after all.\nThen, it was time to rest again, and in 11 months, I would find a new love. A new heart to call mine.\nSummary: The story follows an unnamed protagonist who dreams of finding love on Valentine\u2019s Day. He finds a woman who says \u201cyes\u201d when he asks her to be his valentine. He spends the day dreaming about her and preparing a romantic dinner for her. When she arrives, he stabs her to death and carves out her heart. He places her heart on his plate of pasta and eats it, staining everything red with her blood. The protagonist views this murder and cannibalism as an expression of love, and the story ends by saying he will find a new love and repeat the process again next year. The story depicts a disturbing and sinister take on the themes of romance and love.\n",
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    "story": "I hate going to cemeteries.\nIt\u2019s not that it\u2019s the atmosphere, the strange peacefulness washing over countless graves. The neglected tombs, or the newly buried. No, it\u2019s not even zombies, if they exist. Or even the distant ringing of the church bell.\nIt\u2019s just that I happen to have a strange gift.\nI can hear the dead.\nAnd it\u2019s not only that. They can hear me too.\nI sigh as I get out of the car, grab the flowers. The sun\u2019s bright as ever. I lock the car and I begin my walk to my destination.\nThe graves lined row by row. Some old, dating back centuries, others modern. Most are stones and crosses. A few are newly made.\nThen I hear them.\nThe grave on my right, Meta Anna Hobbes 1900 - 1918:\nI\u2019m sorry, mama, papa. I should\u2019ve listened . . .\nThe grave on my left, M. P. Jackson 1890 -1951:\nI killed myself after what I did to Little Charlie . . .\nMore voices come. It got annoying. Like what happens when a lot of radio frequencies merged into one.\nI pause at one grave. It read:\nBABY ELLIE 2004\nOUR LITTLE ANGEL\nA baby's wail. A teddy bear and a small bouquet. I then look at the other:\nWren Wrightwell 1990 -2017. I can hear Wren\u2019s whisper:\nI know who killed me . . .  He\u2019s there . . .\nI rub my temple and move on. As I do, I see the more interesting graves. I have at least two favorites:\nOne grave has a mortsafe over it. Probably to keep off vampires or something. I read the old, eroded stone marker as best I can:\nArthur Patton Smith? 18?? - 1889?\nHERE LIES THE MAN . . .\nHE WHO CARES . . .\nMAY HE REST (?)\nReading, I can hear his voice:\nGod loves us all except the colored folk . . .\nI quickly back away, then I finally spot it. The flying angel grave by the pine tree. Mom. Fifty-nine steps later, I get there. I face the angel. I give a moment of silence and read Mom\u2019s tomb, the words etched below the angel:\nMaryann Kanell 1956 - 2020\nBELOVED WIFE MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER\nHER MEMORY IS ENSHRINED IN OUR HEARTS\nWhile standing there, I feel numb. My fingers grip the bouquet tight.\nI remember Mom, a sweet woman. Her smile, her strong hands, and witty humor . . .\nAfter several minutes, I gather the courage to speak to her.\n\u201cHow\u2019s it going, mom?\u201d I feel strong emotions coming.\nMom\u2019s voice answers me in return:\nYou brat! I took care of you and your brother! I gave you your own closet. But you scratched it like a cat! You! You didn\u2019t know how to wash in the tub, so I showed you how!\nI laugh at the whisper. \u201cYou\u2019re telling a different story, mom.\u201d I smile. \u201cAt least you won\u2019t hurt me or Hector anymore.\u201d",
    "summary": "The narrator is visiting a cemetery, and has a strange gift where they can hear the voices of the dead. As they explore, they come across several graves that are speaking to them, including one belonging to a baby, a man who was prejudiced against people of color, and a beloved mother. The narrator talks to their mother's grave and reminisces, and finds that even in death, their mother still has plenty of wit and humor.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: I hate going to cemeteries.\nIt\u2019s not that it\u2019s the atmosphere, the strange peacefulness washing over countless graves. The neglected tombs, or the newly buried. No, it\u2019s not even zombies, if they exist. Or even the distant ringing of the church bell.\nIt\u2019s just that I happen to have a strange gift.\nI can hear the dead.\nAnd it\u2019s not only that. They can hear me too.\nI sigh as I get out of the car, grab the flowers. The sun\u2019s bright as ever. I lock the car and I begin my walk to my destination.\nThe graves lined row by row. Some old, dating back centuries, others modern. Most are stones and crosses. A few are newly made.\nThen I hear them.\nThe grave on my right, Meta Anna Hobbes 1900 - 1918:\nI\u2019m sorry, mama, papa. I should\u2019ve listened . . .\nThe grave on my left, M. P. Jackson 1890 -1951:\nI killed myself after what I did to Little Charlie . . .\nMore voices come. It got annoying. Like what happens when a lot of radio frequencies merged into one.\nI pause at one grave. It read:\nBABY ELLIE 2004\nOUR LITTLE ANGEL\nA baby's wail. A teddy bear and a small bouquet. I then look at the other:\nWren Wrightwell 1990 -2017. I can hear Wren\u2019s whisper:\nI know who killed me . . .  He\u2019s there . . .\nI rub my temple and move on. As I do, I see the more interesting graves. I have at least two favorites:\nOne grave has a mortsafe over it. Probably to keep off vampires or something. I read the old, eroded stone marker as best I can:\nArthur Patton Smith? 18?? - 1889?\nHERE LIES THE MAN . . .\nHE WHO CARES . . .\nMAY HE REST (?)\nReading, I can hear his voice:\nGod loves us all except the colored folk . . .\nI quickly back away, then I finally spot it. The flying angel grave by the pine tree. Mom. Fifty-nine steps later, I get there. I face the angel. I give a moment of silence and read Mom\u2019s tomb, the words etched below the angel:\nMaryann Kanell 1956 - 2020\nBELOVED WIFE MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER\nHER MEMORY IS ENSHRINED IN OUR HEARTS\nWhile standing there, I feel numb. My fingers grip the bouquet tight.\nI remember Mom, a sweet woman. Her smile, her strong hands, and witty humor . . .\nAfter several minutes, I gather the courage to speak to her.\n\u201cHow\u2019s it going, mom?\u201d I feel strong emotions coming.\nMom\u2019s voice answers me in return:\nYou brat! I took care of you and your brother! I gave you your own closet. But you scratched it like a cat! You! You didn\u2019t know how to wash in the tub, so I showed you how!\nI laugh at the whisper. \u201cYou\u2019re telling a different story, mom.\u201d I smile. \u201cAt least you won\u2019t hurt me or Hector anymore.\u201d\nSummary: The narrator is visiting a cemetery, and has a strange gift where they can hear the voices of the dead. As they explore, they come across several graves that are speaking to them, including one belonging to a baby, a man who was prejudiced against people of color, and a beloved mother. The narrator talks to their mother's grave and reminisces, and finds that even in death, their mother still has plenty of wit and humor.\n",
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    "story": "I hate going to cemeteries.\nIt\u2019s not that it\u2019s the atmosphere, the strange peacefulness washing over countless graves. The neglected tombs, or the newly buried. No, it\u2019s not even zombies, if they exist. Or even the distant ringing of the church bell.\nIt\u2019s just that I happen to have a strange gift.\nI can hear the dead.\nAnd it\u2019s not only that. They can hear me too.\nI sigh as I get out of the car, grab the flowers. The sun\u2019s bright as ever. I lock the car and I begin my walk to my destination.\nThe graves lined row by row. Some old, dating back centuries, others modern. Most are stones and crosses. A few are newly made.\nThen I hear them.\nThe grave on my right, Meta Anna Hobbes 1900 - 1918:\nI\u2019m sorry, mama, papa. I should\u2019ve listened . . .\nThe grave on my left, M. P. Jackson 1890 -1951:\nI killed myself after what I did to Little Charlie . . .\nMore voices come. It got annoying. Like what happens when a lot of radio frequencies merged into one.\nI pause at one grave. It read:\nBABY ELLIE 2004\nOUR LITTLE ANGEL\nA baby's wail. A teddy bear and a small bouquet. I then look at the other:\nWren Wrightwell 1990 -2017. I can hear Wren\u2019s whisper:\nI know who killed me . . .  He\u2019s there . . .\nI rub my temple and move on. As I do, I see the more interesting graves. I have at least two favorites:\nOne grave has a mortsafe over it. Probably to keep off vampires or something. I read the old, eroded stone marker as best I can:\nArthur Patton Smith? 18?? - 1889?\nHERE LIES THE MAN . . .\nHE WHO CARES . . .\nMAY HE REST (?)\nReading, I can hear his voice:\nGod loves us all except the colored folk . . .\nI quickly back away, then I finally spot it. The flying angel grave by the pine tree. Mom. Fifty-nine steps later, I get there. I face the angel. I give a moment of silence and read Mom\u2019s tomb, the words etched below the angel:\nMaryann Kanell 1956 - 2020\nBELOVED WIFE MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER\nHER MEMORY IS ENSHRINED IN OUR HEARTS\nWhile standing there, I feel numb. My fingers grip the bouquet tight.\nI remember Mom, a sweet woman. Her smile, her strong hands, and witty humor . . .\nAfter several minutes, I gather the courage to speak to her.\n\u201cHow\u2019s it going, mom?\u201d I feel strong emotions coming.\nMom\u2019s voice answers me in return:\nYou brat! I took care of you and your brother! I gave you your own closet. But you scratched it like a cat! You! You didn\u2019t know how to wash in the tub, so I showed you how!\nI laugh at the whisper. \u201cYou\u2019re telling a different story, mom.\u201d I smile. \u201cAt least you won\u2019t hurt me or Hector anymore.\u201d",
    "summary": "The protagonist hates going to cemeteries because they have the ability to hear the dead and the dead can hear them too. They walk through the cemetery and hear various voices and stories from the graves. They eventually make it to their mother's grave and have a conversation with her, reminiscing about their past. The story ends with the protagonist feeling comforted by their mother's voice.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: I hate going to cemeteries.\nIt\u2019s not that it\u2019s the atmosphere, the strange peacefulness washing over countless graves. The neglected tombs, or the newly buried. No, it\u2019s not even zombies, if they exist. Or even the distant ringing of the church bell.\nIt\u2019s just that I happen to have a strange gift.\nI can hear the dead.\nAnd it\u2019s not only that. They can hear me too.\nI sigh as I get out of the car, grab the flowers. The sun\u2019s bright as ever. I lock the car and I begin my walk to my destination.\nThe graves lined row by row. Some old, dating back centuries, others modern. Most are stones and crosses. A few are newly made.\nThen I hear them.\nThe grave on my right, Meta Anna Hobbes 1900 - 1918:\nI\u2019m sorry, mama, papa. I should\u2019ve listened . . .\nThe grave on my left, M. P. Jackson 1890 -1951:\nI killed myself after what I did to Little Charlie . . .\nMore voices come. It got annoying. Like what happens when a lot of radio frequencies merged into one.\nI pause at one grave. It read:\nBABY ELLIE 2004\nOUR LITTLE ANGEL\nA baby's wail. A teddy bear and a small bouquet. I then look at the other:\nWren Wrightwell 1990 -2017. I can hear Wren\u2019s whisper:\nI know who killed me . . .  He\u2019s there . . .\nI rub my temple and move on. As I do, I see the more interesting graves. I have at least two favorites:\nOne grave has a mortsafe over it. Probably to keep off vampires or something. I read the old, eroded stone marker as best I can:\nArthur Patton Smith? 18?? - 1889?\nHERE LIES THE MAN . . .\nHE WHO CARES . . .\nMAY HE REST (?)\nReading, I can hear his voice:\nGod loves us all except the colored folk . . .\nI quickly back away, then I finally spot it. The flying angel grave by the pine tree. Mom. Fifty-nine steps later, I get there. I face the angel. I give a moment of silence and read Mom\u2019s tomb, the words etched below the angel:\nMaryann Kanell 1956 - 2020\nBELOVED WIFE MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER\nHER MEMORY IS ENSHRINED IN OUR HEARTS\nWhile standing there, I feel numb. My fingers grip the bouquet tight.\nI remember Mom, a sweet woman. Her smile, her strong hands, and witty humor . . .\nAfter several minutes, I gather the courage to speak to her.\n\u201cHow\u2019s it going, mom?\u201d I feel strong emotions coming.\nMom\u2019s voice answers me in return:\nYou brat! I took care of you and your brother! I gave you your own closet. But you scratched it like a cat! You! You didn\u2019t know how to wash in the tub, so I showed you how!\nI laugh at the whisper. \u201cYou\u2019re telling a different story, mom.\u201d I smile. \u201cAt least you won\u2019t hurt me or Hector anymore.\u201d\nSummary: The protagonist hates going to cemeteries because they have the ability to hear the dead and the dead can hear them too. They walk through the cemetery and hear various voices and stories from the graves. They eventually make it to their mother's grave and have a conversation with her, reminiscing about their past. The story ends with the protagonist feeling comforted by their mother's voice.\n",
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    "story": "I hate going to cemeteries.\nIt\u2019s not that it\u2019s the atmosphere, the strange peacefulness washing over countless graves. The neglected tombs, or the newly buried. No, it\u2019s not even zombies, if they exist. Or even the distant ringing of the church bell.\nIt\u2019s just that I happen to have a strange gift.\nI can hear the dead.\nAnd it\u2019s not only that. They can hear me too.\nI sigh as I get out of the car, grab the flowers. The sun\u2019s bright as ever. I lock the car and I begin my walk to my destination.\nThe graves lined row by row. Some old, dating back centuries, others modern. Most are stones and crosses. A few are newly made.\nThen I hear them.\nThe grave on my right, Meta Anna Hobbes 1900 - 1918:\nI\u2019m sorry, mama, papa. I should\u2019ve listened . . .\nThe grave on my left, M. P. Jackson 1890 -1951:\nI killed myself after what I did to Little Charlie . . .\nMore voices come. It got annoying. Like what happens when a lot of radio frequencies merged into one.\nI pause at one grave. It read:\nBABY ELLIE 2004\nOUR LITTLE ANGEL\nA baby's wail. A teddy bear and a small bouquet. I then look at the other:\nWren Wrightwell 1990 -2017. I can hear Wren\u2019s whisper:\nI know who killed me . . .  He\u2019s there . . .\nI rub my temple and move on. As I do, I see the more interesting graves. I have at least two favorites:\nOne grave has a mortsafe over it. Probably to keep off vampires or something. I read the old, eroded stone marker as best I can:\nArthur Patton Smith? 18?? - 1889?\nHERE LIES THE MAN . . .\nHE WHO CARES . . .\nMAY HE REST (?)\nReading, I can hear his voice:\nGod loves us all except the colored folk . . .\nI quickly back away, then I finally spot it. The flying angel grave by the pine tree. Mom. Fifty-nine steps later, I get there. I face the angel. I give a moment of silence and read Mom\u2019s tomb, the words etched below the angel:\nMaryann Kanell 1956 - 2020\nBELOVED WIFE MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER\nHER MEMORY IS ENSHRINED IN OUR HEARTS\nWhile standing there, I feel numb. My fingers grip the bouquet tight.\nI remember Mom, a sweet woman. Her smile, her strong hands, and witty humor . . .\nAfter several minutes, I gather the courage to speak to her.\n\u201cHow\u2019s it going, mom?\u201d I feel strong emotions coming.\nMom\u2019s voice answers me in return:\nYou brat! I took care of you and your brother! I gave you your own closet. But you scratched it like a cat! You! You didn\u2019t know how to wash in the tub, so I showed you how!\nI laugh at the whisper. \u201cYou\u2019re telling a different story, mom.\u201d I smile. \u201cAt least you won\u2019t hurt me or Hector anymore.\u201d",
    "summary": "The narrator has the unusual ability to hear the voices of the dead when visiting cemeteries. The narrator finds cemeteries unpleasant to visit because of this ability. While walking through a cemetery and hearing various voices from graves, the narrator arrives at the grave of the narrator's mother, marked by an angel statue. The narrator speaks to the mother's spirit and reminisces about memories of her. Despite the strange ability, the narrator finds comfort communicating with the mother's spirit. The story suggests the narrator has a complex relationship with the supernatural ability to hear the dead.",
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    "explanation": "Here is my analysis of the consistency between the story and the summary:\n\nThe summary mentions the following details that are consistent with the story:\n\n- The narrator has the ability to hear the voices of the dead in cemeteries. \n- The narrator finds cemeteries unpleasant to visit because of hearing the voices. \n- The narrator walks through a cemetery and hears various voices from graves. \n- The narrator arrives at the grave of the narrator's mother, marked by an angel statue. \n- The narrator speaks to the mother's spirit and reminisces about memories of her. \n- Despite the strange ability, the narrator finds comfort communicating with the mother's spirit. \n\nThere are no inconsistent details mentioned in the summary. All details in the summary align with events and details in the story. \n\nTherefore, the summary is consistent with the story. The summary accurately captures the key elements of the narrator's experience visiting the cemetery and communicating with the spirit of the narrator's deceased mother.\n\nMy analysis finds the summary to be consistent with the short story based on the details mentioned in the summary aligning with the events and details in the story. Let me know if you have any questions or require any clarification.",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: I hate going to cemeteries.\nIt\u2019s not that it\u2019s the atmosphere, the strange peacefulness washing over countless graves. The neglected tombs, or the newly buried. No, it\u2019s not even zombies, if they exist. Or even the distant ringing of the church bell.\nIt\u2019s just that I happen to have a strange gift.\nI can hear the dead.\nAnd it\u2019s not only that. They can hear me too.\nI sigh as I get out of the car, grab the flowers. The sun\u2019s bright as ever. I lock the car and I begin my walk to my destination.\nThe graves lined row by row. Some old, dating back centuries, others modern. Most are stones and crosses. A few are newly made.\nThen I hear them.\nThe grave on my right, Meta Anna Hobbes 1900 - 1918:\nI\u2019m sorry, mama, papa. I should\u2019ve listened . . .\nThe grave on my left, M. P. Jackson 1890 -1951:\nI killed myself after what I did to Little Charlie . . .\nMore voices come. It got annoying. Like what happens when a lot of radio frequencies merged into one.\nI pause at one grave. It read:\nBABY ELLIE 2004\nOUR LITTLE ANGEL\nA baby's wail. A teddy bear and a small bouquet. I then look at the other:\nWren Wrightwell 1990 -2017. I can hear Wren\u2019s whisper:\nI know who killed me . . .  He\u2019s there . . .\nI rub my temple and move on. As I do, I see the more interesting graves. I have at least two favorites:\nOne grave has a mortsafe over it. Probably to keep off vampires or something. I read the old, eroded stone marker as best I can:\nArthur Patton Smith? 18?? - 1889?\nHERE LIES THE MAN . . .\nHE WHO CARES . . .\nMAY HE REST (?)\nReading, I can hear his voice:\nGod loves us all except the colored folk . . .\nI quickly back away, then I finally spot it. The flying angel grave by the pine tree. Mom. Fifty-nine steps later, I get there. I face the angel. I give a moment of silence and read Mom\u2019s tomb, the words etched below the angel:\nMaryann Kanell 1956 - 2020\nBELOVED WIFE MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER\nHER MEMORY IS ENSHRINED IN OUR HEARTS\nWhile standing there, I feel numb. My fingers grip the bouquet tight.\nI remember Mom, a sweet woman. Her smile, her strong hands, and witty humor . . .\nAfter several minutes, I gather the courage to speak to her.\n\u201cHow\u2019s it going, mom?\u201d I feel strong emotions coming.\nMom\u2019s voice answers me in return:\nYou brat! I took care of you and your brother! I gave you your own closet. But you scratched it like a cat! You! You didn\u2019t know how to wash in the tub, so I showed you how!\nI laugh at the whisper. \u201cYou\u2019re telling a different story, mom.\u201d I smile. \u201cAt least you won\u2019t hurt me or Hector anymore.\u201d\nSummary: The narrator has the unusual ability to hear the voices of the dead when visiting cemeteries. The narrator finds cemeteries unpleasant to visit because of this ability. While walking through a cemetery and hearing various voices from graves, the narrator arrives at the grave of the narrator's mother, marked by an angel statue. The narrator speaks to the mother's spirit and reminisces about memories of her. Despite the strange ability, the narrator finds comfort communicating with the mother's spirit. The story suggests the narrator has a complex relationship with the supernatural ability to hear the dead.\n",
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    "story": "Have you watched that new series? \u201dCoincidences\u201d. What a stupid name.\nIt was no coincidence he resembled Ted Bundy, even if they portrayed it that way. He'd studied Ted Bundy's behaviour for the sole reason of replicating it. He was charmed by the idea of hunting people with pretended harmlessness.\nA coincidence means that two or more things, despite happening independently of each other, add up to something for someone. A coincidence was that all three of us happened to be called Cynthia.\nNobody ever realised this, because it was so exciting. The \"Cynthia Killer\" made such delicious headlines. But in reality, he didn't even know our names before the police came asking questions. The directors of the show made up some sob story about his \u201dchildhood love\u201d called Cynthia, as a weak explanation for why he was so interested in us. But he only chose us because he thought he could get away with killing us.\nAnd he did.\nThe evidence against him was extensive. He was the prime suspect, and later the only one. The police spent years searching and interrogating, and everyone was certain it was him. But he never confessed, and our bodies were never found. Nobody could prove we were dead. So he walked out a free man.\nAnd now people are buying subscriptions to see Coincidences, portraying the tragic story of a hurt little boy who grew up to be accused of a triple murder just because he cOiNciDEnTaLLy resembled a famous psychopath.\nHe's famous, and I'm just \u201dthe second Cynthia\u201d. A plot device for telling his story.\nThe writers of that show made up some shadowy crook, \u201dthe real killer who was never caught\u201d, so they could show artistic interpretations of what really happened to us Cynthias. I got 32 seconds of screen time when my actor was buried in Oakwood Creek (or in reality, somebody's back yard that played the part of Oakwood Creek in the show).\nSince the writers couldn't use any of the places the police had really investigated, they had to choose the most reasonable disposal site out of the ones that hadn't been searched. A place near where we lived, where nobody would find us. They just looked at a map, made some measurements, and pointed to a secluded little corner in Oakwood Creek. \u201dYup, that's where I'd bury three bodies\u201d.\nAnd that happens to be the exact place where he really did bury us. That's coincidence for you.\nBut instead of being awarded for their investigative journalism, the writers are handed Emmys. While I'm here with my bones bare, since everything I had to rot has already rotted away. My skeleton fingers coincidentally intertwined with those of the third Cynthia, who was just... dumped on top of me. We're right here in the ground, where the internet's most popular series showed us to be.\nAnd nobody has still come for us.\nInstead, they're sending love letters to the man who hid us here.",
    "summary": "The protagonist is angry at the popular television series \u201dCoincidences\u201d, which portrays a false story of a man who was accused of killing three women, all coincidentally named Cynthia. In reality, he did kill the three women and disposed of their bodies in Oakwood Creek. The protagonist is angry that the writers of the show receive awards and praise, while the victims are forgotten and their bodies remain undiscovered. The protagonist's bones are still in the ground, her fingers coincidentally intertwined with those of the third Cynthia, while the murderer is showered with love letters.",
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    "explanation": "Here are a few key details I identified in the story that are relevant for determining consistency with the summary:\n\n1) The protagonist is one of the three Cynthias who were murdered.\n2) The killer studied Ted Bundy and deliberately chose the three Cynthias as victims to mimic Bundy.\n3) The killer buried the three bodies in Oakwood Creek.\n4) The killer was the prime suspect but never confessed and the bodies were never found, so he went free.\n5) The TV show \"Coincidences\" portrays a false story about the killer and the murders. The show depicts the killer as a man who resembled Ted Bundy and was falsely accused of killing three women named Cynthia.\n6) The writers of the show found the actual burial site of the bodies in Oakwood Creek and used that as the disposal site in the show.\n7) The protagonist's skeletal remains are still in Oakwood Creek, intertwined with the third Cynthia's remains.\n8) The killer is receiving love letters from fans of the show.\n\nThe summary is consistent with all of these details except for #5. The summary states that the show portrays \"a false story about the man who was accused of killing three women, all coincidentally named Cynthia. In reality, he did kill the three women...\". This is inconsistent with the story's detail that the show actually depicts an incorrect theory of the killer resembling Ted Bundy and being falsely accused.\n\nAside from this inconsistency, the summary is consistent with the other key details from the story. There is one inconsistent detail, so I would classify the summary as inconsistent with the story. The summary is mostly accurate but contains this one discrepancy regarding the show's portrayal of events.\n",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Have you watched that new series? \u201dCoincidences\u201d. What a stupid name.\nIt was no coincidence he resembled Ted Bundy, even if they portrayed it that way. He'd studied Ted Bundy's behaviour for the sole reason of replicating it. He was charmed by the idea of hunting people with pretended harmlessness.\nA coincidence means that two or more things, despite happening independently of each other, add up to something for someone. A coincidence was that all three of us happened to be called Cynthia.\nNobody ever realised this, because it was so exciting. The \"Cynthia Killer\" made such delicious headlines. But in reality, he didn't even know our names before the police came asking questions. The directors of the show made up some sob story about his \u201dchildhood love\u201d called Cynthia, as a weak explanation for why he was so interested in us. But he only chose us because he thought he could get away with killing us.\nAnd he did.\nThe evidence against him was extensive. He was the prime suspect, and later the only one. The police spent years searching and interrogating, and everyone was certain it was him. But he never confessed, and our bodies were never found. Nobody could prove we were dead. So he walked out a free man.\nAnd now people are buying subscriptions to see Coincidences, portraying the tragic story of a hurt little boy who grew up to be accused of a triple murder just because he cOiNciDEnTaLLy resembled a famous psychopath.\nHe's famous, and I'm just \u201dthe second Cynthia\u201d. A plot device for telling his story.\nThe writers of that show made up some shadowy crook, \u201dthe real killer who was never caught\u201d, so they could show artistic interpretations of what really happened to us Cynthias. I got 32 seconds of screen time when my actor was buried in Oakwood Creek (or in reality, somebody's back yard that played the part of Oakwood Creek in the show).\nSince the writers couldn't use any of the places the police had really investigated, they had to choose the most reasonable disposal site out of the ones that hadn't been searched. A place near where we lived, where nobody would find us. They just looked at a map, made some measurements, and pointed to a secluded little corner in Oakwood Creek. \u201dYup, that's where I'd bury three bodies\u201d.\nAnd that happens to be the exact place where he really did bury us. That's coincidence for you.\nBut instead of being awarded for their investigative journalism, the writers are handed Emmys. While I'm here with my bones bare, since everything I had to rot has already rotted away. My skeleton fingers coincidentally intertwined with those of the third Cynthia, who was just... dumped on top of me. We're right here in the ground, where the internet's most popular series showed us to be.\nAnd nobody has still come for us.\nInstead, they're sending love letters to the man who hid us here.\nSummary: The protagonist is angry at the popular television series \u201dCoincidences\u201d, which portrays a false story of a man who was accused of killing three women, all coincidentally named Cynthia. In reality, he did kill the three women and disposed of their bodies in Oakwood Creek. The protagonist is angry that the writers of the show receive awards and praise, while the victims are forgotten and their bodies remain undiscovered. The protagonist's bones are still in the ground, her fingers coincidentally intertwined with those of the third Cynthia, while the murderer is showered with love letters.\n",
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    "story": "Have you watched that new series? \u201dCoincidences\u201d. What a stupid name.\nIt was no coincidence he resembled Ted Bundy, even if they portrayed it that way. He'd studied Ted Bundy's behaviour for the sole reason of replicating it. He was charmed by the idea of hunting people with pretended harmlessness.\nA coincidence means that two or more things, despite happening independently of each other, add up to something for someone. A coincidence was that all three of us happened to be called Cynthia.\nNobody ever realised this, because it was so exciting. The \"Cynthia Killer\" made such delicious headlines. But in reality, he didn't even know our names before the police came asking questions. The directors of the show made up some sob story about his \u201dchildhood love\u201d called Cynthia, as a weak explanation for why he was so interested in us. But he only chose us because he thought he could get away with killing us.\nAnd he did.\nThe evidence against him was extensive. He was the prime suspect, and later the only one. The police spent years searching and interrogating, and everyone was certain it was him. But he never confessed, and our bodies were never found. Nobody could prove we were dead. So he walked out a free man.\nAnd now people are buying subscriptions to see Coincidences, portraying the tragic story of a hurt little boy who grew up to be accused of a triple murder just because he cOiNciDEnTaLLy resembled a famous psychopath.\nHe's famous, and I'm just \u201dthe second Cynthia\u201d. A plot device for telling his story.\nThe writers of that show made up some shadowy crook, \u201dthe real killer who was never caught\u201d, so they could show artistic interpretations of what really happened to us Cynthias. I got 32 seconds of screen time when my actor was buried in Oakwood Creek (or in reality, somebody's back yard that played the part of Oakwood Creek in the show).\nSince the writers couldn't use any of the places the police had really investigated, they had to choose the most reasonable disposal site out of the ones that hadn't been searched. A place near where we lived, where nobody would find us. They just looked at a map, made some measurements, and pointed to a secluded little corner in Oakwood Creek. \u201dYup, that's where I'd bury three bodies\u201d.\nAnd that happens to be the exact place where he really did bury us. That's coincidence for you.\nBut instead of being awarded for their investigative journalism, the writers are handed Emmys. While I'm here with my bones bare, since everything I had to rot has already rotted away. My skeleton fingers coincidentally intertwined with those of the third Cynthia, who was just... dumped on top of me. We're right here in the ground, where the internet's most popular series showed us to be.\nAnd nobody has still come for us.\nInstead, they're sending love letters to the man who hid us here.",
    "summary": "The story follows the perspective of one of three women named Cynthia who were killed by a man who resembled Ted Bundy. The man chose them because he believed he could get away with killing them. The police spent years searching for the killer, but he was never caught, and the women's bodies were never found. However, the man became famous due to a TV show called \"Coincidences\" that portrayed him as a hurt little boy accused of a crime he didn't commit. The show also made up a fictional \"real killer\" to tell the story of what happened to the Cynthia's. Meanwhile, the women's bodies remained buried in Oakwood Creek, which was also the location chosen by the writers of the show. The story ends with the narrator's bones intertwined with the third Cynthia's, while the man who killed them is famous and receiving love letters.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Have you watched that new series? \u201dCoincidences\u201d. What a stupid name.\nIt was no coincidence he resembled Ted Bundy, even if they portrayed it that way. He'd studied Ted Bundy's behaviour for the sole reason of replicating it. He was charmed by the idea of hunting people with pretended harmlessness.\nA coincidence means that two or more things, despite happening independently of each other, add up to something for someone. A coincidence was that all three of us happened to be called Cynthia.\nNobody ever realised this, because it was so exciting. The \"Cynthia Killer\" made such delicious headlines. But in reality, he didn't even know our names before the police came asking questions. The directors of the show made up some sob story about his \u201dchildhood love\u201d called Cynthia, as a weak explanation for why he was so interested in us. But he only chose us because he thought he could get away with killing us.\nAnd he did.\nThe evidence against him was extensive. He was the prime suspect, and later the only one. The police spent years searching and interrogating, and everyone was certain it was him. But he never confessed, and our bodies were never found. Nobody could prove we were dead. So he walked out a free man.\nAnd now people are buying subscriptions to see Coincidences, portraying the tragic story of a hurt little boy who grew up to be accused of a triple murder just because he cOiNciDEnTaLLy resembled a famous psychopath.\nHe's famous, and I'm just \u201dthe second Cynthia\u201d. A plot device for telling his story.\nThe writers of that show made up some shadowy crook, \u201dthe real killer who was never caught\u201d, so they could show artistic interpretations of what really happened to us Cynthias. I got 32 seconds of screen time when my actor was buried in Oakwood Creek (or in reality, somebody's back yard that played the part of Oakwood Creek in the show).\nSince the writers couldn't use any of the places the police had really investigated, they had to choose the most reasonable disposal site out of the ones that hadn't been searched. A place near where we lived, where nobody would find us. They just looked at a map, made some measurements, and pointed to a secluded little corner in Oakwood Creek. \u201dYup, that's where I'd bury three bodies\u201d.\nAnd that happens to be the exact place where he really did bury us. That's coincidence for you.\nBut instead of being awarded for their investigative journalism, the writers are handed Emmys. While I'm here with my bones bare, since everything I had to rot has already rotted away. My skeleton fingers coincidentally intertwined with those of the third Cynthia, who was just... dumped on top of me. We're right here in the ground, where the internet's most popular series showed us to be.\nAnd nobody has still come for us.\nInstead, they're sending love letters to the man who hid us here.\nSummary: The story follows the perspective of one of three women named Cynthia who were killed by a man who resembled Ted Bundy. The man chose them because he believed he could get away with killing them. The police spent years searching for the killer, but he was never caught, and the women's bodies were never found. However, the man became famous due to a TV show called \"Coincidences\" that portrayed him as a hurt little boy accused of a crime he didn't commit. The show also made up a fictional \"real killer\" to tell the story of what happened to the Cynthia's. Meanwhile, the women's bodies remained buried in Oakwood Creek, which was also the location chosen by the writers of the show. The story ends with the narrator's bones intertwined with the third Cynthia's, while the man who killed them is famous and receiving love letters.\n",
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    "story": "Have you watched that new series? \u201dCoincidences\u201d. What a stupid name.\nIt was no coincidence he resembled Ted Bundy, even if they portrayed it that way. He'd studied Ted Bundy's behaviour for the sole reason of replicating it. He was charmed by the idea of hunting people with pretended harmlessness.\nA coincidence means that two or more things, despite happening independently of each other, add up to something for someone. A coincidence was that all three of us happened to be called Cynthia.\nNobody ever realised this, because it was so exciting. The \"Cynthia Killer\" made such delicious headlines. But in reality, he didn't even know our names before the police came asking questions. The directors of the show made up some sob story about his \u201dchildhood love\u201d called Cynthia, as a weak explanation for why he was so interested in us. But he only chose us because he thought he could get away with killing us.\nAnd he did.\nThe evidence against him was extensive. He was the prime suspect, and later the only one. The police spent years searching and interrogating, and everyone was certain it was him. But he never confessed, and our bodies were never found. Nobody could prove we were dead. So he walked out a free man.\nAnd now people are buying subscriptions to see Coincidences, portraying the tragic story of a hurt little boy who grew up to be accused of a triple murder just because he cOiNciDEnTaLLy resembled a famous psychopath.\nHe's famous, and I'm just \u201dthe second Cynthia\u201d. A plot device for telling his story.\nThe writers of that show made up some shadowy crook, \u201dthe real killer who was never caught\u201d, so they could show artistic interpretations of what really happened to us Cynthias. I got 32 seconds of screen time when my actor was buried in Oakwood Creek (or in reality, somebody's back yard that played the part of Oakwood Creek in the show).\nSince the writers couldn't use any of the places the police had really investigated, they had to choose the most reasonable disposal site out of the ones that hadn't been searched. A place near where we lived, where nobody would find us. They just looked at a map, made some measurements, and pointed to a secluded little corner in Oakwood Creek. \u201dYup, that's where I'd bury three bodies\u201d.\nAnd that happens to be the exact place where he really did bury us. That's coincidence for you.\nBut instead of being awarded for their investigative journalism, the writers are handed Emmys. While I'm here with my bones bare, since everything I had to rot has already rotted away. My skeleton fingers coincidentally intertwined with those of the third Cynthia, who was just... dumped on top of me. We're right here in the ground, where the internet's most popular series showed us to be.\nAnd nobody has still come for us.\nInstead, they're sending love letters to the man who hid us here.",
    "summary": "The story is narrated from the perspective of one of three women named Cynthia who were murdered by a man who was obsessed with Ted Bundy. The man studied Bundy's behavior in order to replicate his killings. He chose the three Cynthias at random and killed them, burying their bodies in a secluded creek. Years later, a TV show portrayed a fictionalized version of the events, claiming that the killer's resemblence to Bundy and childhood love of a woman named Cynthia were coincidences that led him to target the three victims. In reality, the killer didn't know the women's names and chose them at random. The TV show unknowingly depicted the correct burial site of the three women. The narrator is frustrated that the show's writers are celebrated while her remains lay undiscovered. The story highlights how true crime shows can exploit and misrepresent tragic events.",
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    "explanation": "Here is my analysis of the consistency between the story and the summary:\n\nInconsistent details:\n\n- The summary says the killer \"chose the three Cynthias at random\" whereas the story says \"he didn't even know our names before the police came asking questions.\" This implies the killer did not specifically target women named Cynthia and their shared name was a coincidence, rather than him choosing them for that reason.\n\n- The summary says \"the killer's resemblence to Bundy and childhood love of a woman named Cynthia were coincidences that led him to target the three victims\" whereas the story makes clear that the killer deliberately modeled himself after Bundy and there was no childhood love named Cynthia. The show made this up as a fictional explanation.\n\nOther than these details, the summary is consistent with the story. The summary correctly conveys that the killer studied Bundy and targeted 3 random victims named Cynthia; buried their bodies in a creek; a TV show later depicted a fictionalized version of events and coincidentally showed the right burial site; and the narrator is upset the show's writers are celebrated while the remains are undiscovered.\n\nBased on the inconsistent details identified above, I would classify the summary as inconsistent with the story. The summary contains some incorrect or misleading information about the killer's motivations and the nature of the \"coincidences\" in the TV show's portrayal. The overall narrative of events is preserved but some key details are misrepresented.\n",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Have you watched that new series? \u201dCoincidences\u201d. What a stupid name.\nIt was no coincidence he resembled Ted Bundy, even if they portrayed it that way. He'd studied Ted Bundy's behaviour for the sole reason of replicating it. He was charmed by the idea of hunting people with pretended harmlessness.\nA coincidence means that two or more things, despite happening independently of each other, add up to something for someone. A coincidence was that all three of us happened to be called Cynthia.\nNobody ever realised this, because it was so exciting. The \"Cynthia Killer\" made such delicious headlines. But in reality, he didn't even know our names before the police came asking questions. The directors of the show made up some sob story about his \u201dchildhood love\u201d called Cynthia, as a weak explanation for why he was so interested in us. But he only chose us because he thought he could get away with killing us.\nAnd he did.\nThe evidence against him was extensive. He was the prime suspect, and later the only one. The police spent years searching and interrogating, and everyone was certain it was him. But he never confessed, and our bodies were never found. Nobody could prove we were dead. So he walked out a free man.\nAnd now people are buying subscriptions to see Coincidences, portraying the tragic story of a hurt little boy who grew up to be accused of a triple murder just because he cOiNciDEnTaLLy resembled a famous psychopath.\nHe's famous, and I'm just \u201dthe second Cynthia\u201d. A plot device for telling his story.\nThe writers of that show made up some shadowy crook, \u201dthe real killer who was never caught\u201d, so they could show artistic interpretations of what really happened to us Cynthias. I got 32 seconds of screen time when my actor was buried in Oakwood Creek (or in reality, somebody's back yard that played the part of Oakwood Creek in the show).\nSince the writers couldn't use any of the places the police had really investigated, they had to choose the most reasonable disposal site out of the ones that hadn't been searched. A place near where we lived, where nobody would find us. They just looked at a map, made some measurements, and pointed to a secluded little corner in Oakwood Creek. \u201dYup, that's where I'd bury three bodies\u201d.\nAnd that happens to be the exact place where he really did bury us. That's coincidence for you.\nBut instead of being awarded for their investigative journalism, the writers are handed Emmys. While I'm here with my bones bare, since everything I had to rot has already rotted away. My skeleton fingers coincidentally intertwined with those of the third Cynthia, who was just... dumped on top of me. We're right here in the ground, where the internet's most popular series showed us to be.\nAnd nobody has still come for us.\nInstead, they're sending love letters to the man who hid us here.\nSummary: The story is narrated from the perspective of one of three women named Cynthia who were murdered by a man who was obsessed with Ted Bundy. The man studied Bundy's behavior in order to replicate his killings. He chose the three Cynthias at random and killed them, burying their bodies in a secluded creek. Years later, a TV show portrayed a fictionalized version of the events, claiming that the killer's resemblence to Bundy and childhood love of a woman named Cynthia were coincidences that led him to target the three victims. In reality, the killer didn't know the women's names and chose them at random. The TV show unknowingly depicted the correct burial site of the three women. The narrator is frustrated that the show's writers are celebrated while her remains lay undiscovered. The story highlights how true crime shows can exploit and misrepresent tragic events.\n",
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    "story": "Every girl needs a BFF who can give it to them straight about their life choices.\n\u201cBabe, how long until we get to Santa Barbara?\u201d asks Margot from the passenger seat, reapplying lip gloss. \u201cI want to start our girls\u2019 weekend already!\u201d\n\u201cLike at least another hour\u201d I laugh whilst driving. \u201cRelax, the karaoke bars ain\u2019t going anywhere.\u201d\nMy bestie smiles, staring out the window as our car whizzes past the scenic California orchards.\n\u201cYeah...it\u2019s just that I told Heath I\u2019d let him know when we arrived.\u201d\nI avert my eyes from the road to raise my eyebrows at my friend.\n\u201cOh come on, Jane!\u201d she protests, her tone defensive. \u201cYou know how it is with boyfriends. He\u2019s just protective.\u201d\n\u201cHmmm, no, I don\u2019t recall anything in the dating handbook about guys needing to know their girlfriends\u2019 exact itineraries\u201d I answer judgmentally. \u201cSeriously, next you\u2019ll be telling me this dude\u2019s tracking your location or something...\u201d\nAn awkward silence follows, leaving only the hum of the radio.\n\u201cWhat the fuck, Margot? Heath\u2019s tracking you?!\u201d\n\u201cNo, it\u2019s not like that!\u201d Margot argues. \u201cHeath\u2019s just paranoid about items getting lost, so he bought some Apple AirTags to put on my stuff\u201d.\nI gasp, shaking the steering wheel.\n\u201cMargot! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!\u201d\n\u201cWh-what\u2019s so dangerous about it?\u201d stammers Margot, her assured resolve slipping.\n\u201cAnyone can track your AirTags using an iPhone. It\u2019s creepy! Your boyfriend or any other rando could\u2019ve been following us this whole time! How many tags do you have?\u201d\n\u201cUm, there\u2019s one on my wallet, my keychain, my camera, my suitcase and my jacket.\u201d\nMy eyes scope the rear-view mirror.\n\u201cQuick, give them here!\u201d\nMargot starts gathering the plastic white discs from her possessions. One by one, I frantically pitch the AirTags out the open window into the speeding gravel, each shattering on impact.\nAfter the last one is destroyed, I breathe a sigh of relief and wind the window up.\n\u201cSorry, Jane\u201d Margot apologizes. \u201cI didn\u2019t know all that. Maybe Heath isn\u2019t good news after all.\u201d Yawning, she starts to nod off. \u201cThanks for being a good friend. Wake me in Santa Barbara.\u201d\nAs Margot naps, I turn my gaze from the gorgeous sunset in the windscreen to my sleeping friend\u2014an even more beautiful sight.\nIf only she knew how much I\u2019ve always loved her. If only she could appreciate women instead of ugly men. Well, she won\u2019t have that option any longer.\nWith a smirk, I pluck her still-illuminated phone from her hands and erase its contents, tossing it out the window like the AirTags. By the time we reach the isolated cabin, she\u2019ll be too far from civilization to escape.\nAnd her caring, completely harmless boyfriend won\u2019t be able to find and rescue her.\nEvery girl needs a BFF.\nBut this girl needs a girlfriend.",
    "summary": "The protagonist and her best friend Margot are on a girls' weekend road trip to Santa Barbara when the protagonist realizes that Margot's boyfriend has been secretly tracking her with Apple AirTags. She quickly throws out all of the AirTags and erases Margot's phone before they reach their destination, an isolated cabin. The protagonist hopes to keep Margot away from the potentially dangerous boyfriend and help her find someone better\u2014a girlfriend.",
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    "explanation": "Here is my analysis of the consistency between the short story and the summary:\n\nInconsistent details:\n\n- The summary says the protagonist hopes Margot will find a girlfriend, but the story does not explicitly state this. The story only implies the protagonist's romantic interest in Margot.\n- The summary does not mention that the protagonist threw Margot's phone out the window in addition to the AirTags.\n\nThe summary is largely consistent with the key events and details in the story, excluding the two points above. The summary captures the core narrative of the protagonist discovering the AirTags tracking Margot, throwing them out, and taking Margot to an isolated cabin.\n\nHowever, given the two inconsistent details I identified, I would classify the summary as inconsistent with the story. The summary implies motivations and events that are not clearly supported in the story itself. While the inconsistency is minor, it is enough to consider the summary inconsistent based on the guidelines.\n\nThe summary captures the essence of the story but has some flaws in fully and accurately representing the details of the narrative. Some revising of the summary may be needed to align it with the story.\n\nDoes this analysis seem reasonable? Let me know if you have any questions or require any clarification.\n",
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Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Every girl needs a BFF who can give it to them straight about their life choices.\n\u201cBabe, how long until we get to Santa Barbara?\u201d asks Margot from the passenger seat, reapplying lip gloss. \u201cI want to start our girls\u2019 weekend already!\u201d\n\u201cLike at least another hour\u201d I laugh whilst driving. \u201cRelax, the karaoke bars ain\u2019t going anywhere.\u201d\nMy bestie smiles, staring out the window as our car whizzes past the scenic California orchards.\n\u201cYeah...it\u2019s just that I told Heath I\u2019d let him know when we arrived.\u201d\nI avert my eyes from the road to raise my eyebrows at my friend.\n\u201cOh come on, Jane!\u201d she protests, her tone defensive. \u201cYou know how it is with boyfriends. He\u2019s just protective.\u201d\n\u201cHmmm, no, I don\u2019t recall anything in the dating handbook about guys needing to know their girlfriends\u2019 exact itineraries\u201d I answer judgmentally. \u201cSeriously, next you\u2019ll be telling me this dude\u2019s tracking your location or something...\u201d\nAn awkward silence follows, leaving only the hum of the radio.\n\u201cWhat the fuck, Margot? Heath\u2019s tracking you?!\u201d\n\u201cNo, it\u2019s not like that!\u201d Margot argues. \u201cHeath\u2019s just paranoid about items getting lost, so he bought some Apple AirTags to put on my stuff\u201d.\nI gasp, shaking the steering wheel.\n\u201cMargot! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!\u201d\n\u201cWh-what\u2019s so dangerous about it?\u201d stammers Margot, her assured resolve slipping.\n\u201cAnyone can track your AirTags using an iPhone. It\u2019s creepy! Your boyfriend or any other rando could\u2019ve been following us this whole time! How many tags do you have?\u201d\n\u201cUm, there\u2019s one on my wallet, my keychain, my camera, my suitcase and my jacket.\u201d\nMy eyes scope the rear-view mirror.\n\u201cQuick, give them here!\u201d\nMargot starts gathering the plastic white discs from her possessions. One by one, I frantically pitch the AirTags out the open window into the speeding gravel, each shattering on impact.\nAfter the last one is destroyed, I breathe a sigh of relief and wind the window up.\n\u201cSorry, Jane\u201d Margot apologizes. \u201cI didn\u2019t know all that. Maybe Heath isn\u2019t good news after all.\u201d Yawning, she starts to nod off. \u201cThanks for being a good friend. Wake me in Santa Barbara.\u201d\nAs Margot naps, I turn my gaze from the gorgeous sunset in the windscreen to my sleeping friend\u2014an even more beautiful sight.\nIf only she knew how much I\u2019ve always loved her. If only she could appreciate women instead of ugly men. Well, she won\u2019t have that option any longer.\nWith a smirk, I pluck her still-illuminated phone from her hands and erase its contents, tossing it out the window like the AirTags. By the time we reach the isolated cabin, she\u2019ll be too far from civilization to escape.\nAnd her caring, completely harmless boyfriend won\u2019t be able to find and rescue her.\nEvery girl needs a BFF.\nBut this girl needs a girlfriend.\nSummary: The protagonist and her best friend Margot are on a girls' weekend road trip to Santa Barbara when the protagonist realizes that Margot's boyfriend has been secretly tracking her with Apple AirTags. She quickly throws out all of the AirTags and erases Margot's phone before they reach their destination, an isolated cabin. The protagonist hopes to keep Margot away from the potentially dangerous boyfriend and help her find someone better\u2014a girlfriend.\n",
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    "story": "Every girl needs a BFF who can give it to them straight about their life choices.\n\u201cBabe, how long until we get to Santa Barbara?\u201d asks Margot from the passenger seat, reapplying lip gloss. \u201cI want to start our girls\u2019 weekend already!\u201d\n\u201cLike at least another hour\u201d I laugh whilst driving. \u201cRelax, the karaoke bars ain\u2019t going anywhere.\u201d\nMy bestie smiles, staring out the window as our car whizzes past the scenic California orchards.\n\u201cYeah...it\u2019s just that I told Heath I\u2019d let him know when we arrived.\u201d\nI avert my eyes from the road to raise my eyebrows at my friend.\n\u201cOh come on, Jane!\u201d she protests, her tone defensive. \u201cYou know how it is with boyfriends. He\u2019s just protective.\u201d\n\u201cHmmm, no, I don\u2019t recall anything in the dating handbook about guys needing to know their girlfriends\u2019 exact itineraries\u201d I answer judgmentally. \u201cSeriously, next you\u2019ll be telling me this dude\u2019s tracking your location or something...\u201d\nAn awkward silence follows, leaving only the hum of the radio.\n\u201cWhat the fuck, Margot? Heath\u2019s tracking you?!\u201d\n\u201cNo, it\u2019s not like that!\u201d Margot argues. \u201cHeath\u2019s just paranoid about items getting lost, so he bought some Apple AirTags to put on my stuff\u201d.\nI gasp, shaking the steering wheel.\n\u201cMargot! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!\u201d\n\u201cWh-what\u2019s so dangerous about it?\u201d stammers Margot, her assured resolve slipping.\n\u201cAnyone can track your AirTags using an iPhone. It\u2019s creepy! Your boyfriend or any other rando could\u2019ve been following us this whole time! How many tags do you have?\u201d\n\u201cUm, there\u2019s one on my wallet, my keychain, my camera, my suitcase and my jacket.\u201d\nMy eyes scope the rear-view mirror.\n\u201cQuick, give them here!\u201d\nMargot starts gathering the plastic white discs from her possessions. One by one, I frantically pitch the AirTags out the open window into the speeding gravel, each shattering on impact.\nAfter the last one is destroyed, I breathe a sigh of relief and wind the window up.\n\u201cSorry, Jane\u201d Margot apologizes. \u201cI didn\u2019t know all that. Maybe Heath isn\u2019t good news after all.\u201d Yawning, she starts to nod off. \u201cThanks for being a good friend. Wake me in Santa Barbara.\u201d\nAs Margot naps, I turn my gaze from the gorgeous sunset in the windscreen to my sleeping friend\u2014an even more beautiful sight.\nIf only she knew how much I\u2019ve always loved her. If only she could appreciate women instead of ugly men. Well, she won\u2019t have that option any longer.\nWith a smirk, I pluck her still-illuminated phone from her hands and erase its contents, tossing it out the window like the AirTags. By the time we reach the isolated cabin, she\u2019ll be too far from civilization to escape.\nAnd her caring, completely harmless boyfriend won\u2019t be able to find and rescue her.\nEvery girl needs a BFF.\nBut this girl needs a girlfriend.",
    "summary": "A best friend, Jane, and Margot go on a girls' weekend to Santa Barbara. On the way, Margot mentions that her boyfriend, Heath, wants to know their exact location. Jane becomes concerned and discovers that Heath has been tracking Margot with Apple AirTags. Jane throws them all out of the car and begins to see Margot in a new light. She realizes that she has always loved Margot and erases her phone so that she cannot contact her boyfriend. The story ends with Jane taking Margot to an isolated cabin, far from civilization, where she cannot escape.",
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    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Every girl needs a BFF who can give it to them straight about their life choices.\n\u201cBabe, how long until we get to Santa Barbara?\u201d asks Margot from the passenger seat, reapplying lip gloss. \u201cI want to start our girls\u2019 weekend already!\u201d\n\u201cLike at least another hour\u201d I laugh whilst driving. \u201cRelax, the karaoke bars ain\u2019t going anywhere.\u201d\nMy bestie smiles, staring out the window as our car whizzes past the scenic California orchards.\n\u201cYeah...it\u2019s just that I told Heath I\u2019d let him know when we arrived.\u201d\nI avert my eyes from the road to raise my eyebrows at my friend.\n\u201cOh come on, Jane!\u201d she protests, her tone defensive. \u201cYou know how it is with boyfriends. He\u2019s just protective.\u201d\n\u201cHmmm, no, I don\u2019t recall anything in the dating handbook about guys needing to know their girlfriends\u2019 exact itineraries\u201d I answer judgmentally. \u201cSeriously, next you\u2019ll be telling me this dude\u2019s tracking your location or something...\u201d\nAn awkward silence follows, leaving only the hum of the radio.\n\u201cWhat the fuck, Margot? Heath\u2019s tracking you?!\u201d\n\u201cNo, it\u2019s not like that!\u201d Margot argues. \u201cHeath\u2019s just paranoid about items getting lost, so he bought some Apple AirTags to put on my stuff\u201d.\nI gasp, shaking the steering wheel.\n\u201cMargot! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!\u201d\n\u201cWh-what\u2019s so dangerous about it?\u201d stammers Margot, her assured resolve slipping.\n\u201cAnyone can track your AirTags using an iPhone. It\u2019s creepy! Your boyfriend or any other rando could\u2019ve been following us this whole time! How many tags do you have?\u201d\n\u201cUm, there\u2019s one on my wallet, my keychain, my camera, my suitcase and my jacket.\u201d\nMy eyes scope the rear-view mirror.\n\u201cQuick, give them here!\u201d\nMargot starts gathering the plastic white discs from her possessions. One by one, I frantically pitch the AirTags out the open window into the speeding gravel, each shattering on impact.\nAfter the last one is destroyed, I breathe a sigh of relief and wind the window up.\n\u201cSorry, Jane\u201d Margot apologizes. \u201cI didn\u2019t know all that. Maybe Heath isn\u2019t good news after all.\u201d Yawning, she starts to nod off. \u201cThanks for being a good friend. Wake me in Santa Barbara.\u201d\nAs Margot naps, I turn my gaze from the gorgeous sunset in the windscreen to my sleeping friend\u2014an even more beautiful sight.\nIf only she knew how much I\u2019ve always loved her. If only she could appreciate women instead of ugly men. Well, she won\u2019t have that option any longer.\nWith a smirk, I pluck her still-illuminated phone from her hands and erase its contents, tossing it out the window like the AirTags. By the time we reach the isolated cabin, she\u2019ll be too far from civilization to escape.\nAnd her caring, completely harmless boyfriend won\u2019t be able to find and rescue her.\nEvery girl needs a BFF.\nBut this girl needs a girlfriend.\nSummary: A best friend, Jane, and Margot go on a girls' weekend to Santa Barbara. On the way, Margot mentions that her boyfriend, Heath, wants to know their exact location. Jane becomes concerned and discovers that Heath has been tracking Margot with Apple AirTags. Jane throws them all out of the car and begins to see Margot in a new light. She realizes that she has always loved Margot and erases her phone so that she cannot contact her boyfriend. The story ends with Jane taking Margot to an isolated cabin, far from civilization, where she cannot escape.\n",
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    "story": "Every girl needs a BFF who can give it to them straight about their life choices.\n\u201cBabe, how long until we get to Santa Barbara?\u201d asks Margot from the passenger seat, reapplying lip gloss. \u201cI want to start our girls\u2019 weekend already!\u201d\n\u201cLike at least another hour\u201d I laugh whilst driving. \u201cRelax, the karaoke bars ain\u2019t going anywhere.\u201d\nMy bestie smiles, staring out the window as our car whizzes past the scenic California orchards.\n\u201cYeah...it\u2019s just that I told Heath I\u2019d let him know when we arrived.\u201d\nI avert my eyes from the road to raise my eyebrows at my friend.\n\u201cOh come on, Jane!\u201d she protests, her tone defensive. \u201cYou know how it is with boyfriends. He\u2019s just protective.\u201d\n\u201cHmmm, no, I don\u2019t recall anything in the dating handbook about guys needing to know their girlfriends\u2019 exact itineraries\u201d I answer judgmentally. \u201cSeriously, next you\u2019ll be telling me this dude\u2019s tracking your location or something...\u201d\nAn awkward silence follows, leaving only the hum of the radio.\n\u201cWhat the fuck, Margot? Heath\u2019s tracking you?!\u201d\n\u201cNo, it\u2019s not like that!\u201d Margot argues. \u201cHeath\u2019s just paranoid about items getting lost, so he bought some Apple AirTags to put on my stuff\u201d.\nI gasp, shaking the steering wheel.\n\u201cMargot! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!\u201d\n\u201cWh-what\u2019s so dangerous about it?\u201d stammers Margot, her assured resolve slipping.\n\u201cAnyone can track your AirTags using an iPhone. It\u2019s creepy! Your boyfriend or any other rando could\u2019ve been following us this whole time! How many tags do you have?\u201d\n\u201cUm, there\u2019s one on my wallet, my keychain, my camera, my suitcase and my jacket.\u201d\nMy eyes scope the rear-view mirror.\n\u201cQuick, give them here!\u201d\nMargot starts gathering the plastic white discs from her possessions. One by one, I frantically pitch the AirTags out the open window into the speeding gravel, each shattering on impact.\nAfter the last one is destroyed, I breathe a sigh of relief and wind the window up.\n\u201cSorry, Jane\u201d Margot apologizes. \u201cI didn\u2019t know all that. Maybe Heath isn\u2019t good news after all.\u201d Yawning, she starts to nod off. \u201cThanks for being a good friend. Wake me in Santa Barbara.\u201d\nAs Margot naps, I turn my gaze from the gorgeous sunset in the windscreen to my sleeping friend\u2014an even more beautiful sight.\nIf only she knew how much I\u2019ve always loved her. If only she could appreciate women instead of ugly men. Well, she won\u2019t have that option any longer.\nWith a smirk, I pluck her still-illuminated phone from her hands and erase its contents, tossing it out the window like the AirTags. By the time we reach the isolated cabin, she\u2019ll be too far from civilization to escape.\nAnd her caring, completely harmless boyfriend won\u2019t be able to find and rescue her.\nEvery girl needs a BFF.\nBut this girl needs a girlfriend.",
    "summary": "The story is narrated from the perspective of Jane, who is driving her best friend Margot to Santa Barbara for a girls' weekend getaway. During the drive, Margot mentions that her boyfriend Heath wanted her to let him know when they arrived in Santa Barbara. This raises Jane's suspicion about Heath's behavior in the relationship. When Margot admits that Heath has been tracking her location using AirTags on her belongings, Jane forces Margot to throw the AirTags out the window, concerned for her safety. However, it is revealed that Jane's true motivation is her romantic feelings for Margot. Jane proceeds to erase Margot's phone and plans to isolate her in a cabin, wanting Margot for herself and seeking to remove Heath and any other men from the picture. The story culminates with the sinister twist that Jane's concern for Margot's well-being is merely a facade for her own selfish and unethical goals.",
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    "explanation": "Here are the key details from the summary:\n\n1) Jane is driving Margot to Santa Barbara for a girls' weekend. \n\n2) Margot mentions that her boyfriend Heath wanted her to let him know when they arrived. This makes Jane suspicious of Heath. \n\n3) Margot says that Heath has been tracking her location using AirTags. Jane forces Margot to throw the AirTags out the window due to concern for her safety. \n\n4) It's revealed that Jane's true motivation is her romantic feelings for Margot. Jane erases Margot's phone and plans to isolate her. \n\n5) Jane seeks to remove Heath and other men from Margot's life because she wants Margot for herself. \n\nBased on the story, here are the evaluations of the summary details:\n\n1) Accurate. Jane is driving Margot to Santa Barbara for a girls' weekend trip. \n\n2) Accurate. Margot does mention that Heath wanted her to let him know when they arrived in Santa Barbara. This prompts Jane's suspicion about Heath's behavior. \n\n3) Accurate. Margot tells Jane that Heath has been tracking her location using AirTags, and Jane forces Margot to throw the AirTags out the window, citing concern for Margot's safety. \n\n4) Accurate. The story reveals that Jane's actual motivation is her romantic interest in Margot, not concern for Margot's well-being. Jane does erase Margot's phone and plans to isolate her. \n\n5) Accurate. The story shows that Jane seeks to remove Heath and other men from Margot's life so she can have Margot for herself. \n\nIn summary, the details in the summary are all consistent with the events and revelations in the story. There are no inaccurate or inconsistent points mentioned. Therefore, the summary is consistent with the story.",
    "prompt": "For the given story and summary, identify the most inconsistent detail between the story and summary and provide arguments for why it is or is not an inconsistency. You must identify a possible inconsistency - do not just state that there is no inconsistency.\nStory: I had done it.\n\nMany had tried it before, but I had actually done it.\n\nYou would think that the hard part would be achieving staggering wealth, but the real work as always comes down to the details. Anyone can become a billionaire, well not anyone if we are concerned about how far we\u2019re stretching credulity, but the point being that it at least seems like an achievable goal. Frankly, it\u2019s one of the little fictions that allow any of them to exist in the first place. Having a trillion dollars seems to be at least conceptually possible, but when you start talking about having all of the money in the world you begin to run into some pretty tough logistical issues.\n\nDo you know how many pennies, or penny equivalents, there are in the world? \n\nHow about nickels? Damn, I hate nickels.\n\nIf you want to have ALL of the money in the world, you are talking about mason jars of change. Dimes that have found their way into an old coffee can full of nuts and bolts. You are talking about people who have tacky little cardboard displays of all fifty state quarters. You have to consider scouring the ocean floor for sunken pirate treasure, and gold coins sitting behind glass in museums. Dragging the bottom of wishing wells, digging between the cushions of every coach on the planet.\n\nDo you actually know how many different types of currency there are in the world?\n\nAt least I don\u2019t have to worry about crypto, that stuff is clearly fake.\n\nThe whole thing is an enormous undertaking, but do you know what clears up most of those complications? That\u2019s right, money. It\u2019s also made significantly easier when you realize that once you have taken control of most of the larger chunks of cash that you are essentially paying yourself for everything that you buy.\n\nIronically, for the last decade, the largest economic driver in the world was actually my own search to complete my collection of the world\u2019s currency. Fully one quarter of the entire population of the planet was employed by me in this task in one way of another. From people walking the sides of roads and parking lots scrounging for change and others scouring the globe with metal detectors to deep sea divers on the ocean\u2019s floor.\n\nLike many of the world\u2019s richest men prior to me, peasants by comparison of course, I am not satisfied merely with the accumulation of wealth. I am an adventurer at heart and have been employing some of the greatest scientists and engineers in the world in the construction of the largest, most luxurious spacecraft ever constructed. I am going to explore the galaxy and deliver the stars to our planet in a way that it\u2019s governments have never had the will to do.\n\nI will also be taking every last scrap of my money with me.\n\nI\u2019m not foolish enough to think that I can trust the rest of you not to spread it around again while I\u2019m not looking.\nToday was the day. I broke atmosphere a few hours ago in the fastest, most advanced piece of technology that humanity has ever conceived of. My course has been plotted and laid in by my crew, and I am off to places that no human being has ever seen before. All I have to do is kick back and wait.\n\nThe view screen shows me the Earth disappearing behind me, transformed by distance into a shimmering blue dot, and with the Earth behind me I can only look forward. \n\nThe glowing disc of the sun starts to burn on the screen.\n\nIt is growing larger.\n\nAnd larger.\n\nFilling the view screen.\n\nNothing but a roiling angry sheet of fire.\n\nOh shit.\n\nSummary: \nThe protagonist is a billionaire who has taken it upon himself to acquire all the money in the world - coins, currency, sunken pirate treasure, gold coins, etc. As a result, all of the world's population is employed by him in one way or another. His ultimate goal is to explore the galaxy in the fastest, most advanced spacecraft ever constructed, taking with him all of his money. As he travels away from Earth, the sun starts to grow larger and larger on his view screen, with the protagonist becoming an angry sheet of fire. With this in mind, he is quickly faced with the realization that he may not reach his final destination.\n\nInconsistency: The summary states that the protagonist becomes an angry sheet of fire.\nReason for inconsistency:  In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft.\nReason for consistency: In the story, it is stated that the sun becomes an angry sheet of fire on the viewscreen of the spacecraft, which eventually will include the protagonist.\n\nStory: Every girl needs a BFF who can give it to them straight about their life choices.\n\u201cBabe, how long until we get to Santa Barbara?\u201d asks Margot from the passenger seat, reapplying lip gloss. \u201cI want to start our girls\u2019 weekend already!\u201d\n\u201cLike at least another hour\u201d I laugh whilst driving. \u201cRelax, the karaoke bars ain\u2019t going anywhere.\u201d\nMy bestie smiles, staring out the window as our car whizzes past the scenic California orchards.\n\u201cYeah...it\u2019s just that I told Heath I\u2019d let him know when we arrived.\u201d\nI avert my eyes from the road to raise my eyebrows at my friend.\n\u201cOh come on, Jane!\u201d she protests, her tone defensive. \u201cYou know how it is with boyfriends. He\u2019s just protective.\u201d\n\u201cHmmm, no, I don\u2019t recall anything in the dating handbook about guys needing to know their girlfriends\u2019 exact itineraries\u201d I answer judgmentally. \u201cSeriously, next you\u2019ll be telling me this dude\u2019s tracking your location or something...\u201d\nAn awkward silence follows, leaving only the hum of the radio.\n\u201cWhat the fuck, Margot? Heath\u2019s tracking you?!\u201d\n\u201cNo, it\u2019s not like that!\u201d Margot argues. \u201cHeath\u2019s just paranoid about items getting lost, so he bought some Apple AirTags to put on my stuff\u201d.\nI gasp, shaking the steering wheel.\n\u201cMargot! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!\u201d\n\u201cWh-what\u2019s so dangerous about it?\u201d stammers Margot, her assured resolve slipping.\n\u201cAnyone can track your AirTags using an iPhone. It\u2019s creepy! Your boyfriend or any other rando could\u2019ve been following us this whole time! How many tags do you have?\u201d\n\u201cUm, there\u2019s one on my wallet, my keychain, my camera, my suitcase and my jacket.\u201d\nMy eyes scope the rear-view mirror.\n\u201cQuick, give them here!\u201d\nMargot starts gathering the plastic white discs from her possessions. One by one, I frantically pitch the AirTags out the open window into the speeding gravel, each shattering on impact.\nAfter the last one is destroyed, I breathe a sigh of relief and wind the window up.\n\u201cSorry, Jane\u201d Margot apologizes. \u201cI didn\u2019t know all that. Maybe Heath isn\u2019t good news after all.\u201d Yawning, she starts to nod off. \u201cThanks for being a good friend. Wake me in Santa Barbara.\u201d\nAs Margot naps, I turn my gaze from the gorgeous sunset in the windscreen to my sleeping friend\u2014an even more beautiful sight.\nIf only she knew how much I\u2019ve always loved her. If only she could appreciate women instead of ugly men. Well, she won\u2019t have that option any longer.\nWith a smirk, I pluck her still-illuminated phone from her hands and erase its contents, tossing it out the window like the AirTags. By the time we reach the isolated cabin, she\u2019ll be too far from civilization to escape.\nAnd her caring, completely harmless boyfriend won\u2019t be able to find and rescue her.\nEvery girl needs a BFF.\nBut this girl needs a girlfriend.\nSummary: The story is narrated from the perspective of Jane, who is driving her best friend Margot to Santa Barbara for a girls' weekend getaway. During the drive, Margot mentions that her boyfriend Heath wanted her to let him know when they arrived in Santa Barbara. This raises Jane's suspicion about Heath's behavior in the relationship. When Margot admits that Heath has been tracking her location using AirTags on her belongings, Jane forces Margot to throw the AirTags out the window, concerned for her safety. However, it is revealed that Jane's true motivation is her romantic feelings for Margot. Jane proceeds to erase Margot's phone and plans to isolate her in a cabin, wanting Margot for herself and seeking to remove Heath and any other men from the picture. The story culminates with the sinister twist that Jane's concern for Margot's well-being is merely a facade for her own selfish and unethical goals.\n",
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    "story": "Last night I saw my best friend. We hadn't seen each other in several years. I was thrilled to be able to see him again, learn all about him, his accomplishments, stories of his kids. He was having a rough go of it lately and was seeking solace. His wife passed away a few months ago of cancer, and he needed someone to talk to. I am honored that he chose me. He stayed with me for a few hours, venting all of his frustrations and letting go of some of his sadness. Whiskey started running a little low, and he decided it was time to go. I wished he'd stayed a little longer, but he has a family to care for, so I understood his need to leave. I just wish he had taken the whiskey bottle with him, since I can't drink it and it's just going to sit on my headstone until the groundskeepers come by next week.",
    "summary": "After years apart, the protagonist reunited with their grieving best friend, who recently lost his wife to cancer. The friend poured out his heart over whiskey, telling the protagonist about his promotion and his kids, before returning home to care for his family. The plot twist at the end is that the protagonist is dead. The story reflects the enduring bonds of friendship and the role of companionship during times of hardship."
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