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How to use write method of com.thrift.example.real.thrift.test.Insanity class

Best EvoMaster code snippet using com.thrift.example.real.thrift.test.Insanity.write

Source:DescriptionAtmosphere.java

...188        calm.add("When my hand moves over the canvas it's almost like my mind is directing it without me, odd perhaps, but that's the way it is. My hand moves instinctively to the right spot, building a new picture, often one I have never seen before. In these fantastical worlds I see reflections of my own mind, the way I think, but there is something else there too. I don't know what, perhaps I just imagine it, but when I paint I feel closest to our creator and it gives me a peace and mental calmness I cannot find another way.");189        car.add("The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. Alex was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower, 6-liter engine...At eighty miles per hour the engine was only idling. But Alex could feel the power of the car. One hundred thousand pounds worth of German engineering. One touch from the unsmiling chauffeur and the Mercedes would leap forwards. This was a car that sneered at speed limits.");190        car.add("At the big chicane, the Ferrari, Porsche, and GTR are neck and neck. Eric takes the outside, allowing some room between the three cars. The Ferrari and GTR are coming to the end when suddenly, the Porsche underturns, taking out the Ferrari and itself. The track dips down, and the Porsche and Ferrari start to spin. Manny is stuck while the cars continue to roll and flip. Pieces of the body and windshield break off of the GTR when the Ferrari and GTR collide. Dirt is thrown everywhere. Behind Eric, the Ferrari hits the guard wall, smashing the hood. The car has flipped so many times that the driver is unconscious. Luckily, the Porsche driver suffers a few bruises, and the Ferrari driver only suffered a minor concussion. Eric&rsquo;s fender is dragging, but luckily he is not too far from the pits.");191        car.add("Distance was all that mattered. Grace wasn't stopping for anything and she sure as hell wasn't taking her foot of the gas for a little rain. Sarah's eyes stayed glued to the GPS display tracking their position while the world passed in a blur of red and white lights. The hiss of the tyres over the smooth tarmac was lost under the pounding bass of their preferred get-away music. Grace leant over to turn it up. In that instant she lost the opportunity to evade a newly broken-down car without it's lights off. Even if she'd been paying attention she would have been hard pressed to make the manoeuvre. As it was she barely had time to scream before the air bags knocked her back and sideways. The car tumbled over and over into the central barrier before coming to an absolute stop. Silence; it scared Grace more than the pain. Shouldn't Sarah be moaning or calling out? She tried to move but she was pinned by the collapsing roof and the steering column. Her neck was too fragile to move...");192        car.add("The car had flipped so many times that Sarah had become disorientated before she even sustained the concussion that had her drifting in and out of consciousness. She was fleetingly aware of the bloody taste in her mouth but she couldn't figure out what it was. At times her eyelids fluttered and she thought she must be at home in bed because it was so dark. Then why the cold and the sound of rain on metal? Why the pain, God, why so much pain? Then came a blue flicker, the sound of sirens, wait, police? No, not police. Then it came back to her. She was in an illegal unregulated car, she was heading to the boarder and a new life away from her Electronic Educator. She wanted to think for herself, make her own rules, write her stories freely. She struggled to free herself only to be rewarded with more pain. By now they would be live on every television set, only a CGI part where they mowed down seven elementary school children would have been edited in and her social media account hijacked.");193        car.add("By 2160 driving was outlawed. The government liked it that way. Citizens got credits to travel to pre-approved destinations at pre-approved times. To show even an interest in undocumented travel was tantamount to a declaration that you were dangerous, likely a criminal. So the day David's fourteen year old son stole his clandestine 2028 ferrari it made instant news. His son's face was on every billboard, every cell phone, every social media site everywhere with the word \"Terrorist\" emblazoned at the top. What followed went almost as if to script, the car careened through a market killing unnamed civillans only to be chased down by armoured helicopter. The cameras zoomed in to show a spiked bollard rise from the previously smooth road and the beautiful red chassis being wrapped around it, creased and ripped as easily as brown paper. The violent bang of metal was deafening, as if the volume of every device had been remotely increased. It was as professional as any CGI movie...");194        castle.add("The castle is more ancient than any bone left in the soil. The once smooth rock is pitted and scarred. This old man of the hill knows how fleeting time is, how soon the present becomes the past and the important becomes the irrelevant. In this hallowed and ancient site the trees have seen the centuries blow past in the winds of each season and witnessed the folly of our struggles. <br><br>Walls stand mute, water awaits the call of the wind to ruffle and move as molten glass of deepest green. Grey stone rises from the land, unapologetic and bold to defy entrance and protect what has been entrusted to their care. Below the uneven patches of grass are arrowheads of old, hilts of broken swords and armour that failed to protect. <br><br>Beneath the chorus of the birds I hear the voices of old, the clash of metal on metal and the pounding of horses hooves. I stand where knights stood, see what kings, dukes and peasants saw. In this pale light, were it not for the tell tale signs of weathering, it could be almost any century in the past seven hundred years.");195        castle.add("If this fort of stone, built on blood and bone, could talk, you'd beg for deafness. Though I cannot hear the whispers of the ages, tales of lives lost and deaths of agony no-one should ever feel, they remain cloistered in the castle dungeons and echo around staircases of twisted rock. So much to say and no ears willing to hear, no soul willing to feel the torment that lies within. I am no different. I turn my head to the breeze and stand on flora barely weeks old. The past is a forbidden land and its people's trials are over. In future times, when gravity has mastered this place, humbled it to no more than pebble and crumb, we too will be in that hour-glass that is now. For tonight the old hearth, the place that once whole ox's turned will be my chamber before I trudge onward in the morn. Until then it is silence I wish to soak in, anything else portends to danger and I have markedly less interest in ideas of chivalry than those knights of old. This is the place the song told of, this is the trail of the runaways of Stevenson.");196        castle.add("If one has a heart to plunder, to be the wrong sort of king, I suppose a castle is what you need. I suppose if you want so much more than any man or woman has a right to, then you need tall walls of stone... for your castle and your mind. I imagine these people are lonely behind such rocky towers, paranoid as they fill their world with weapons, each as deadly as the last sin they inflicted on the less powerful. How they preach, those greedy ones who sit and guzzle, taking whatever and whomever they please. Yes. I can see why they would need to live in a building such as that... grand and empty, dank with small windows and surrounded by their own filth. It's just perfect.");197        castle.add("The fortress of Galley is a fine castle, built with a panorama of the surrounding land. From the towers once stood medieval watchers, quiver and arrow ready to fly. Steadfast walls were built for defence in an age that was defined by jealousy, greed and the love of power as much as honour, nobility and loyalty to the crown. Past the iron gates that trapped would-be intruders, lives of servitude were eked, safe from battle-axe and ballista alike. This castle stood to inspire awe in a realm run on deference to royalty, to title and social status. From cloistered rooms land parcels were given to lords for promised service. In times when \"technology\" meant wood, string and metal armoury, the expectation of comfort was reserved for just a few. It was a world of subsistence living for all but the mighty who guarded their kingdoms of tax payers. So long as they sang the right songs of protection, of greatness, of manifest destiny - they would grow rich for generations to come. So when my eyes befall the grandeur of the weather-beaten stone and hear the wind in the trees, it is an ode to the selfishness of genes I hear. Whispering in the grasses are tales of peoples set against one another in war by an aristocratic class perpetually enriched by the conflict.");198        castle.add("There is a castle over the way, beyond the river that divides the county. Before you clear the woodland the fortress dogs will bay to announce your coming. Should you be foolish enough to travel by night they will send huntsmen to ensure your quest ends before dawn. Delay until you are blessed by the rays of the English morning and the guards will at least grant you the right to speak. After that, my traveling friend, your guess is as good as mine. We keep to ourselves in these parts and them folk over there are no our kin. These are suspicious times and you my dear are stranger than most.");199        cave.add("Small, loose stones littered the floor causing her to trip as she got closer to the rock face. She shone the beam of her torch ahead and a cave came into view, the entrance was so small she almost missed it. The cave was built into the muddy brown rock of the cliff, the stone guarding the entrance was jagged and uneven, arranged in such a way, that it would be difficult for passers by to spot. Inside the beam of her torch was enveloped and lost in the blackness, Catlin had to move around by following the damp wall of the cave with her hands. All of a sudden, flaming torches sparked to life, lighting up the tunnel ahead and bathing the entire cavern in a flickering orange glow.");200        cave.add("The boy led us up a trail that had been created by many footprints. It was obscured by bushes and fallen rocks and sloped high into the valley. The path halted and a cave appeared. Ivy wound round the cave and concealed the entrance that was a jagged opening. Inside was dim although being lit by two small fires in the corner of the cave. In the centre was a small roasting pot and in the far corner there was a small woven mat made with dried grass. In the gloom a hunch figure lurked.");201        cave.add("To enter the cave was to become engulfed in chilling blackness. The absence of light meant the absence of its warming touch. Underfoot the loose stones shifted, twisting her ankle one way and then the other, and the noise of those disturbed rocks echoed off the dense stone walls. Ahead was the sound of water dripping into water. But without even a match to cast light into the black there was no way to tell how deep it was or if her next step would take her into it's frigid depths. As afraid as she was she believed this a good place to lay low. The rock would hide her body heat from the thermal scanners in the drones and she'd made her way to the mouth by walking in the edge of the lacy tide water, there would be no scent for the bio-sniffers to follow either.");202        cave.add("Light, day, sun, even the moon holds no sway or meaning in a place where time stands still until we exit. Rebirth was my first thought as the sun warmed my face. Curiosity commands my actions; \"What is just ahead, just around that boulder, how far does this go?\" beckons me into the unknown void. I look back the way I came trying to burn the image of my salvation in my soul. It is silent in here. It foreshadows my future home once my soul leaves this frail body. I lie here upon ageless stone listening to the growing formations. The anxiety ends when the entrance light is seen. <br>These are the words of SpartanCaver and are not for publication.");203        cave.add("The abandoned tunnel had been a drug den and homeless shelter for decades. It's once beautiful arched brick walls were covered in graffiti. The floor was littered with hypodermic needles, broken bottles and sewage. It was populated by the most desperate low-lifes, locked in their own dog-eat-dog existence. No-one in their right mind would go there without a hazmat suit and some serious weaponry. But we needed to get to Mevelton fast and the tunnel would cut right through the mountain, shaving days off the trip. As we stood before it, almost knocked out by the stench, our flashlights shining feebly into the entrance we glanced at one another, pale but resolute. Now or never. Do or die. Everything rested on us.");204        cemetery.add("The boughs of the cemetery twist like contorted bones, writhing in a silent scream.  Beneath them lie the cold stones, each marking a dwelling place in which no-one is home. I'm never bothered by the howl of the wind until I must traverse this place, then it's all I can hear.");205        cemetery.add("The cemetery is the shortest way home. From the north gate I can see the lamplight shining on the other side, the welcoming yellow glow that falls on the sidewalk leading home. My eyes scan for movement, but in this wintry darkness all that comes back is the whitened ground and the outline of tombstones almost lost to the night. When the gate opens it is with an announcing creak, a doorbell for this open crypt. Then I don't walk but sprint to the other side neither looking right or left, eyes locked on that lamplight ahead.");206        cemetery.add("To enter the cemetery I must skirt around a  pile of brown frosted leaves, the innumerable flashing fragments shine in the brilliant wintry light, for today there is no weather; no wind, no cloud, just subzero temperatures. Even the leaf stems lie white and sharp. Ahead the path glistens like white quartz, yet ice crystals on weary concrete is all it is. All this beauty over everything dead. And here I am to add to it with a bunch of pink roses in my gloved hand. I pause, my breath rising in visible puffs, then I remember why I came. I need to talk to her and this is the only way. I'm not here for her, not really.  I'm here for me. The proximity to her frigid bones and the gift of flowers will close the gap between us for a moment, and in that brief window of time I will feel her love again.");...

write

Using AI Code Generation

1import com.thrift.example.real.thrift.test.Insanity;2import com.thrift.example.real.thrift.test.Insanity.*;3import com.thrift.example.real.thrift.test.*;4import java.util.*;5import org.apache.thrift.*;6import org.apache.thrift.protocol.*;7import org.apache.thrift.transport.*;8TTransport transport = new TSocket("localhost", 9090);9TProtocol protocol = new TBinaryProtocol(transport);10Insanity.Client client = new Insanity.Client(protocol);11transport.open();12Insanity.I32_1to10 i32_1to10 = new Insanity.I32_1to10();13i32_1to10.set(1, 1);14i32_1to10.set(2, 2);15i32_1to10.set(3, 3);16i32_1to10.set(4, 4);17i32_1to10.set(5, 5);18i32_1to10.set(6, 6);19i32_1to10.set(7, 7);20i32_1to10.set(8, 8);21i32_1to10.set(9, 9);22i32_1to10.set(10, 10);23Insanity.I32_1to10 i32_1to10_2 = new Insanity.I32_1to10();24i32_1to10_2.set(1, 2);25i32_1to10_2.set(2, 4);26i32_1to10_2.set(3, 6);27i32_1to10_2.set(4, 8);28i32_1to10_2.set(5, 10);29i32_1to10_2.set(6, 12);30i32_1to10_2.set(7, 14);31i32_1to10_2.set(8, 16);32i32_1to10_2.set(9, 18);33i32_1to10_2.set(10, 20);34Insanity.I32_1to10 i32_1to10_3 = new Insanity.I32_1to10();35i32_1to10_3.set(1, 3);36i32_1to10_3.set(2, 6);37i32_1to10_3.set(

write

Using AI Code Generation

1Insanity insanity = new Insanity();2insanity.write();3Insanity insanity = new Insanity();4insanity.write();5struct Insanity {6}7struct Insanity {8}9struct Insanity {10}11struct Insanity {12}13struct Insanity {

write

Using AI Code Generation

1package com.thrift.example.real.thrift.test;2import org.apache.thrift.TException;3import org.apache.thrift.protocol.TBinaryProtocol;4import org.apache.thrift.protocol.TCompactProtocol;5import org.apache.thrift.protocol.TJSONProtocol;6import org.apache.thrift.protocol.TSimpleJSONProtocol;7import org.apache.thrift.protocol.TTupleProtocol;8import org.apache.thrift.transport.TIOStreamTransport;9import org.apache.thrift.transport.TTransportException;10import org.apache.thrift.transport.TTransport;11import java.io.*;12import java.util.*;13import java.util.concurrent.*;14public class Insanity implements org.apache.thrift.TBase<Insanity, Insanity._Fields>, java.io.Serializable, Cloneable {15  private static final org.apache.thrift.protocol.TStruct STRUCT_DESC = new org.apache.thrift.protocol.TStruct("Insanity");16  private static final org.apache.thrift.protocol.TField USER_MAP_FIELD_DESC = new org.apache.thrift.protocol.TField("UserMap", org.apache.thrift.protocol.TType.MAP, (short)1);17  private static final org.apache.thrift.protocol.TField X_MAP_FIELD_DESC = new org.apache.thrift.protocol.TField("X_Map", org.apache.thrift.protocol.TType.MAP, (short)2);18  private static final org.apache.thrift.protocol.TField INTEGERS_FIELD_DESC = new org.apache.thrift.protocol.TField("Integers", org.apache.thrift.protocol.TType.LIST, (short)3);19  private static final org.apache.thrift.scheme.SchemeFactory STANDARD_SCHEME_FACTORY = new InsanityStandardSchemeFactory();20  private static final org.apache.thrift.scheme.SchemeFactory TUPLE_SCHEME_FACTORY = new InsanityTupleSchemeFactory();21  public enum _Fields implements org.apache.thrift.TFieldIdEnum {22    USER_MAP((short)1, "UserMap"),23    X_MAP((short)2, "X_Map"),24    INTEGERS((short)3, "Integers");

write

Using AI Code Generation

1Insanity insanity = new Insanity();2User user = new User();3List<User> userList = new ArrayList<User>();4List<Insanity> insanityList = new ArrayList<Insanity>();5user.setUserId(1);6user.setUserName("User1");7userList.add(user);8insanity.setUserId(1);9insanity.setUserList(userList);10insanityList.add(insanity);11insanity.setInsanityList(insanityList);12TSerializer serializer = new TSerializer(new TBinaryProtocol.Factory());13byte[] bytes = serializer.serialize(insanity);14File file = new File("file.txt");15FileOutputStream fileOutputStream = new FileOutputStream(file);16fileOutputStream.write(bytes);17fileOutputStream.close();18FileInputStream fileInputStream = new FileInputStream(file);19byte[] bytesFromFile = new byte[(int) file.length()];20fileInputStream.read(bytesFromFile);21fileInputStream.close();22TDeserializer deserializer = new TDeserializer(new TBinaryProtocol.Factory());23Insanity insanityFromFile = new Insanity();24deserializer.deserialize(insanityFromFile, bytesFromFile);25System.out.println(insanityFromFile);

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