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I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Whose evening dress was formal ? || Bernardo
0False
[ "Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper .", "His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be ." ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Whose evening dress was formal ? || Emil Malaquez
1True
[ "Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper .", "His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be ." ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Whose evening dress was formal ? || Emil Malaquez's
1True
[ "Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper .", "His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be ." ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Whose evening dress was formal ? || Bernardo's
0False
[ "Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper .", "His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be ." ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Whose evening dress was formal ? || Señor Malaquez's
1True
[ "Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper .", "His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be ." ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Could it be said that Mr. Malaquez has a mutual respect for Bernardo ? || Possibly
0False
[ "Call me Emil .", "\" All of it outrageous praise ? \"", "\" All of it . \"", "Do come in . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Could it be said that Mr. Malaquez has a mutual respect for Bernardo ? || Yes, the invitation to "come in" suggests he at least likes him enough to continue their appointment, and their mutual friend Tasha seems to have spoken highly of Bernardo to Malaquez
1True
[ "Call me Emil .", "\" All of it outrageous praise ? \"", "\" All of it . \"", "Do come in . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Could it be said that Mr. Malaquez has a mutual respect for Bernardo ? || Yes, because Tasha shared only praising about Bernardo to him and Bernardo liked Malaquez immediately
1True
[ "Call me Emil .", "\" All of it outrageous praise ? \"", "\" All of it . \"", "Do come in . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Could it be said that Mr. Malaquez has a mutual respect for Bernardo ? || No
0False
[ "Call me Emil .", "\" All of it outrageous praise ? \"", "\" All of it . \"", "Do come in . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Could it be said that Mr. Malaquez has a mutual respect for Bernardo ? || No, because he thinks Bernardo's behavior is outrageous
0False
[ "Call me Emil .", "\" All of it outrageous praise ? \"", "\" All of it . \"", "Do come in . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Could it be said that Mr. Malaquez has a mutual respect for Bernardo ? || Yes
1True
[ "Call me Emil .", "\" All of it outrageous praise ? \"", "\" All of it . \"", "Do come in . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Could it be said that Mr. Malaquez has a mutual respect for Bernardo ? || No, because Bernarndo looked too much ugly to him
0False
[ "Call me Emil .", "\" All of it outrageous praise ? \"", "\" All of it . \"", "Do come in . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Could it be said that Mr. Malaquez has a mutual respect for Bernardo ? || Yes, because Tasha praised him a lot
1True
[ "Call me Emil .", "\" All of it outrageous praise ? \"", "\" All of it . \"", "Do come in . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Who has Tasha spoken much about Bernardo to ? || To Emil Malaquez
1True
[ "Call me Emil .", "You must be Bernardo .", "Tasha 's told me much about you . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Who has Tasha spoken much about Bernardo to ? || Emil
1True
[ "Call me Emil .", "You must be Bernardo .", "Tasha 's told me much about you . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Who has Tasha spoken much about Bernardo to ? || To the people doomed to repeat the past
0False
[ "Call me Emil .", "You must be Bernardo .", "Tasha 's told me much about you . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Who has Tasha spoken much about Bernardo to ? || Tasha
0False
[ "Call me Emil .", "You must be Bernardo .", "Tasha 's told me much about you . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Who has Tasha spoken much about Bernardo to ? || Bernardo
0False
[ "Call me Emil .", "You must be Bernardo .", "Tasha 's told me much about you . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
Who has Tasha spoken much about Bernardo to ? || To Bernardo's relatives
0False
[ "Call me Emil .", "You must be Bernardo .", "Tasha 's told me much about you . \"" ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
What is the writer 's name ? || Emil Malaquez
0False
[ "You must be Bernardo .", "Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper ." ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
What is the writer 's name ? || Tasha
0False
[ "You must be Bernardo .", "Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper ." ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
What is the writer 's name ? || Emil
0False
[ "You must be Bernardo .", "Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper ." ]
I 've been thinking about the mindwipe , now two days away . Who said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it ? I fear that may be true for me . Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper . His evening dress was formal , expensive , and slightly stained , as that of all forgetful artists should be . He was a jovial man with an easy laugh , and even uglier than Tasha had suggested . I liked him immediately . " Señor Malaquez ? " " Please . Call me Emil . You must be Bernardo . Tasha 's told me much about you . " " All of it outrageous praise ? " " All of it . " " Ah , she is wonderfully perceptive . " He raised an eyebrow , then guffawed . " Has she said as much about me ? " " She thinks you are a genius . Do come in . " " Thank you . "
What is the writer 's name ? || Bernardo
1True
[ "You must be Bernardo .", "Add this to the reasons I write now : to remember something , perhaps even to learn -- Emil Malaquez arrived after sundown , carrying a small package wrapped in what looked like real paper ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the writer think he was going crazy ? || He saw a light
0False
[ "Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy .", "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries .", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the writer think he was going crazy ? || He felt that he could hear nothing and then started hearing the sound of bells and then saw a light
1True
[ "Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy .", "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries .", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the writer think he was going crazy ? || He heard a sound and saw a light in a vacuum
1True
[ "Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy .", "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries .", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the writer think he was going crazy ? || He was dreaming strange dreams
0False
[ "Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy .", "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries .", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the writer think he was going crazy ? || He kept hearing noises
1True
[ "Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy .", "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries .", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the writer think he was going crazy ? || He heard a bell
0False
[ "Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy .", "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries .", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Who is the " Them " the writer refers to being one of ? || He felt he was one more person for who nothing else mattered
0False
[ "I was now one of them .", "These signals were the heralds of my saviors ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Who is the " Them " the writer refers to being one of ? || Another found stranded survivor
1True
[ "I was now one of them .", "These signals were the heralds of my saviors ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Who is the " Them " the writer refers to being one of ? || A crazy person
0False
[ "I was now one of them .", "These signals were the heralds of my saviors ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Who is the " Them " the writer refers to being one of ? || He was one more scrap to weld and one more survivor who was found
1True
[ "I was now one of them .", "These signals were the heralds of my saviors ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Who is the " Them " the writer refers to being one of ? || The crew of his saviours
1True
[ "I was now one of them .", "These signals were the heralds of my saviors ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Where did the sound and the light come from ? || A ship
1True
[ "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light .", "These signals were the heralds of my saviors ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Where did the sound and the light come from ? || The writer was in a vacuum and could not see the light or hear the sound
0False
[ "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light .", "These signals were the heralds of my saviors ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Where did the sound and the light come from ? || The saviour ship
1True
[ "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light .", "These signals were the heralds of my saviors ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Where did the sound and the light come from ? || The weather
0False
[ "Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ?", "And accompanying the bell , I saw a light .", "These signals were the heralds of my saviors ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the first words the writer 's saviours said mean nothing to him ? || The writer wasn't listening, didn't care, he was going to live and keep on breathing
1True
[ "The first words they said to me meant nothing .", "I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the first words the writer 's saviours said mean nothing to him ? || He wasn't listening, didnt care, and knew he was going to live
1True
[ "The first words they said to me meant nothing .", "I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the first words the writer 's saviours said mean nothing to him ? || Next to those nothing else mattered
0False
[ "The first words they said to me meant nothing .", "I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the first words the writer 's saviours said mean nothing to him ? || He wasn't listening
1True
[ "The first words they said to me meant nothing .", "I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing ." ]
Hotel California My first thought : I was going crazy . Twenty - four hours of silence ( vacuum , remember ) ; was I hallucinating noises now ? I heard it again . It was a fine bell , reminiscent of ancient stone churches and the towering cathedrals I 'd seen in documentaries . And accompanying the bell , I saw a light . Now , there were two things here that made ridiculously small amounts of sense . First , the whole in - a - vacuum why's - there - a - bell thing . Second , I was floating in the dark remnants of my broken ship , and any conceivable light sources were not within view ; starlight is a distinctly different color and significantly less bright . These signals were the heralds of my saviors . The first words they said to me meant nothing . I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing . Next to those , nothing else mattered . The recycled air tasted sweet in my mouth , and all thoughts that crossed my mind were cheap metaphors about life - giving substances and how breathing was like sex , only better . ( I reserved the right to revise this opinion later . ) When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue , I looked around . The ship , it was odd and old , either so outdated or so heavily modified that I could n't tell what make it was , and somehow , the crew standing around me fit the same description , a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk . And me , I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle . I was one more scrap to weld onto the rest , one more stranded survivor who was found . I was now one of them .
Why did the first words the writer 's saviours said mean nothing to him ? || He was still a stranded folk
0False
[ "The first words they said to me meant nothing .", "I was n't listening ; I did n't care ; I was going to live ; I was going to keep breathing ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
Did he requested for food and what are the other thing he got with food ? || Bottle of beer
0False
[ "Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
Did he requested for food and what are the other thing he got with food ? || Yes
0False
[ "Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
Did he requested for food and what are the other thing he got with food ? || He did not request the food
1True
[ "Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
Did he requested for food and what are the other thing he got with food ? || No, he did not requested. It was the wine he got with the food
1True
[ "Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
Did he requested for food and what are the other thing he got with food ? || Bottle of wine
1True
[ "Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What the person could n't figure out ? || Why the food was delivered to their quarters
1True
[ "Food was delivered to my quarters .", "Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What the person could n't figure out ? || Why food was sent
1True
[ "Food was delivered to my quarters .", "Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What the person could n't figure out ? || Why he was sad
0False
[ "Food was delivered to my quarters .", "Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
Why was he grief and shock , to where the food was delivered ? || He had lost his wife
0False
[ "It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue .", "I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them .", "Food was delivered to my quarters ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
Why was he grief and shock , to where the food was delivered ? || The death of his crewmates
1True
[ "It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue .", "I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them .", "Food was delivered to my quarters ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
Why was he grief and shock , to where the food was delivered ? || He is feeling that he is working through his dead crew mates in the explosion and the food delivered to the quarters
1True
[ "It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue .", "I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them .", "Food was delivered to my quarters ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What had he left after realizing he is n't dead , how he know about officials meet ? || A note
0False
[ "Fact : I was n't dead .", "After I realized this , I left my quarters .", "The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What had he left after realizing he is n't dead , how he know about officials meet ? || He left quarters and he know about officials meet by lightscreen
1True
[ "Fact : I was n't dead .", "After I realized this , I left my quarters .", "The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What had he left after realizing he is n't dead , how he know about officials meet ? || The lightscreen
1True
[ "Fact : I was n't dead .", "After I realized this , I left my quarters .", "The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What is he staring on was he moving at the time ? || He was sick
0False
[ "I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars .", "I did a lot of staring and not moving ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What is he staring on was he moving at the time ? || Wine
1True
[ "I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars .", "I did a lot of staring and not moving ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What is he staring on was he moving at the time ? || He is staring at the little etched swirls in the ceiling, or slumped in the old-fashioned armchair, staring out the windows at the stars.No, he is not moving
1True
[ "I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars .", "I did a lot of staring and not moving ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What is the time to find out , did he consumed food and wine ? || He did not consume food and wine
0False
[ "I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty .", "It was time to find out what hell looked like ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What is the time to find out , did he consumed food and wine ? || It is time to find out how the hell looked like. Yes, he consumed both
1True
[ "I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty .", "It was time to find out what hell looked like ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What is the time to find out , did he consumed food and wine ? || He did consume food and wine
1True
[ "I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty .", "It was time to find out what hell looked like ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What exactly did the person consume ? || Wine
1True
[ "I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What exactly did the person consume ? || Food
1True
[ "I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What exactly did the person consume ? || A bottle of wine and food
1True
[ "I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What exactly did the person consume ? || Beer
0False
[ "I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What exactly did the person consume ? || Cheese
0False
[ "I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty .", "Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way .", "The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What was the person done with that made them feel good ? || Grief
0False
[ "Man , was it good to be done with that stage .", "I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What was the person done with that made them feel good ? || A stage of grief and shock
1True
[ "Man , was it good to be done with that stage .", "I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them ." ]
Fact : I was n't dead . After I realized this , I left my quarters . The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place , but I had n't bothered to acknowledge the invitations . It had n't seemed relevant , somehow , given that I was still reeling over the explosion , the deaths of my crewmates , and the rescue . I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them . Food was delivered to my quarters . Initially , I could n't figure out why — I had n't requested any be sent . Then I realized , someone must have noticed I had n't left , and was nice enough to send food my way . The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch . I must have consumed it , too , because later on , the plates and the bottle were both empty . I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed , staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling , or slumped in the old - fashioned armchair , staring out the windows at the stars . I did a lot of staring and not moving . Man , was it good to be done with that stage . It was time to find out what hell looked like .
What was the person done with that made them feel good ? || His food
0False
[ "Man , was it good to be done with that stage .", "I 've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock ; I guess I was working my way through them ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
Why were the betas excited on the bridge ? || This sounds like it's the one
1True
[ "This sounds like it 's the one . \"", "The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
Why were the betas excited on the bridge ? || They wanted treasure
0False
[ "This sounds like it 's the one . \"", "The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
Why were the betas excited on the bridge ? || They had received a huge amount of money
0False
[ "This sounds like it 's the one . \"", "The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
Why were the betas excited on the bridge ? || They had false hope
1True
[ "This sounds like it 's the one . \"", "The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
Why were the betas excited on the bridge ? || They were ready to fight for their hive
0False
[ "This sounds like it 's the one . \"", "The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
Why were the betas excited on the bridge ? || They had met their leader at last
0False
[ "This sounds like it 's the one . \"", "The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
How had Rakal been disguised to prevent him from being recognized as a hive leader ? || His eyes have been treated and darkened
1True
[ "His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat .", "His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
How had Rakal been disguised to prevent him from being recognized as a hive leader ? || He wore a holographic mirage
0False
[ "His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat .", "His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
How had Rakal been disguised to prevent him from being recognized as a hive leader ? || His silken fur, which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands, was dyed perfectly to a pure black, and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat. His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin, and leader of his hive
1True
[ "His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat .", "His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
How had Rakal been disguised to prevent him from being recognized as a hive leader ? || His claws were trimmed and he wore fake lenses to cover his eyes
0False
[ "His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat .", "His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
How had Rakal been disguised to prevent him from being recognized as a hive leader ? || He shaved his hair and grew a bird to cover his markings
0False
[ "His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat .", "His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
How had Rakal been disguised to prevent him from being recognized as a hive leader ? || His fur was cut
0False
[ "His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat .", "His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
How had Rakal been disguised to prevent him from being recognized as a hive leader ? || He had his fur dyed black and his eyes had been treated
1True
[ "His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat .", "His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the mission all about ? || To find a new planet to populate
0False
[ "Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel .", "Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .", "He was what this was all about ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the mission all about ? || Finding food and water
0False
[ "Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel .", "Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .", "He was what this was all about ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the mission all about ? || Turned up anything worth the Insurrection's time
1True
[ "Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel .", "Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .", "He was what this was all about ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the mission all about ? || To escape from the terror of a poor dictator
0False
[ "Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel .", "Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .", "He was what this was all about ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the mission all about ? || Finding a new habitat
1True
[ "Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel .", "Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .", "He was what this was all about ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the mission all about ? || To find nebula cells for their energy source
0False
[ "Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel .", "Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .", "He was what this was all about ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the mission all about ? || The mission was about Rakal and the Arrallin species
1True
[ "Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel .", "Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .", "He was what this was all about ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the second probe being sent out to find ? || An otherworldly galaxy
0False
[ "\" Launch the second probe .", "They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the second probe being sent out to find ? || A new prototype
0False
[ "\" Launch the second probe .", "They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the second probe being sent out to find ? || Anew planet to call home
1True
[ "\" Launch the second probe .", "They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the second probe being sent out to find ? || A Arrallin species
0False
[ "\" Launch the second probe .", "They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the second probe being sent out to find ? || Anything worth the insurrection's time
1True
[ "\" Launch the second probe .", "They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time ." ]
Rakal , her first officer , was staring pensively at his panel . He was what this was all about . She watched his graceful fingers ending in thick black claws tap out calculations on the panel . His pointed ears swiveled back and forth , catching every sound from the bridge , while his long tail swished to the rhythm of his thoughts . Only those of the Arrallin Insurrection inner team knew he was no common ' beta furry ' . His silken fur , which would be tawny golden and striped with jet black bands , was dyed perfectly to a pure black , and his mane trimmed and thinned as to be indistinguishable from the rest of his coat . His eyes had been treated and darkened to a rich purple to disguise the brilliant golden yellow color that would mark him as an Alpha Arrallin , and leader of his hive . Right now , he looked like an overgrown wolf who 'd learned touch - typing . The scout ship re - emerged from the hole - a brilliant speck emerging from a sphere of velvety blackness . It 's hail crackled across the comm , and Tara spun to retake her seat at the helm . " Launch the second probe . Wo n't Central be crushed to learn that another gateway has yielded little more than a class F planet and a white dwarf system . Level 1 and 2 staffers should prepare to be briefed and move out . This sounds like it 's the one . " The distinctive whuffle of pleasure rippled through the betas on the bridge , and Rakal let loose a small growl , as if to caution his charges against false hope . They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time . Tara would not let giddy hopes drag them onto a rock that would spell the end for the project , and the Arrallin species .
What was the second probe being sent out to find ? || More food
0False
[ "\" Launch the second probe .", "They 'd scouted twenty - seven gates so far , and none had turned up anything worth the Insurrection 's time ." ]
Billy had a pet turtle that he took good care of , everyday . His turtle 's name was Tumble . Tumble liked to walk around outside in the garden and dig small holes to sleep in . Billy loved Tumble and would visit him outside when he got home from school . Tumble 's favorite food was oatmeal . So , every day after school , Billy would make Tumble a big bowl of oatmeal and take it outside for Tumble to enjoy . Tumble would see Billy and walk up to him as fast as a turtle can go . Billy would put the bowl down and wait for Tumble to come up to the bowl to eat from it . When Tumble reached the bowl , he put his nose on it . But , the oatmeal was too hot to eat . Billy reached down and blew on the hot oatmeal , to cool it down for Tumble to eat . Once the oatmeal was cool enough , Tumble could dig in and eat his big bowl of oatmeal . Billy loved to watch as Tumble ate his bowl of oatmeal , because Billy took good care of Tumble , everyday .
Did Tumble eat the oatmeal after Billy blew on it ? || No
0False
[ "Billy reached down and blew on the hot oatmeal , to cool it down for Tumble to eat .", "Once the oatmeal was cool enough , Tumble could dig in and eat his big bowl of oatmeal ." ]
Billy had a pet turtle that he took good care of , everyday . His turtle 's name was Tumble . Tumble liked to walk around outside in the garden and dig small holes to sleep in . Billy loved Tumble and would visit him outside when he got home from school . Tumble 's favorite food was oatmeal . So , every day after school , Billy would make Tumble a big bowl of oatmeal and take it outside for Tumble to enjoy . Tumble would see Billy and walk up to him as fast as a turtle can go . Billy would put the bowl down and wait for Tumble to come up to the bowl to eat from it . When Tumble reached the bowl , he put his nose on it . But , the oatmeal was too hot to eat . Billy reached down and blew on the hot oatmeal , to cool it down for Tumble to eat . Once the oatmeal was cool enough , Tumble could dig in and eat his big bowl of oatmeal . Billy loved to watch as Tumble ate his bowl of oatmeal , because Billy took good care of Tumble , everyday .
Did Tumble eat the oatmeal after Billy blew on it ? || Yes
1True
[ "Billy reached down and blew on the hot oatmeal , to cool it down for Tumble to eat .", "Once the oatmeal was cool enough , Tumble could dig in and eat his big bowl of oatmeal ." ]
Billy had a pet turtle that he took good care of , everyday . His turtle 's name was Tumble . Tumble liked to walk around outside in the garden and dig small holes to sleep in . Billy loved Tumble and would visit him outside when he got home from school . Tumble 's favorite food was oatmeal . So , every day after school , Billy would make Tumble a big bowl of oatmeal and take it outside for Tumble to enjoy . Tumble would see Billy and walk up to him as fast as a turtle can go . Billy would put the bowl down and wait for Tumble to come up to the bowl to eat from it . When Tumble reached the bowl , he put his nose on it . But , the oatmeal was too hot to eat . Billy reached down and blew on the hot oatmeal , to cool it down for Tumble to eat . Once the oatmeal was cool enough , Tumble could dig in and eat his big bowl of oatmeal . Billy loved to watch as Tumble ate his bowl of oatmeal , because Billy took good care of Tumble , everyday .
What were some of Tumble 's favorite things ? || Socks
0False
[ "Tumble liked to walk around outside in the garden and dig small holes to sleep in .", "Tumble 's favorite food was oatmeal ." ]