system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Droid, I’m trying to write a story about a disillusioned fighter pilot named Dale Cartwright who has ‘given up that life’ and become sort of a hermit. Can you come up with some suggestions about what his life looks like before he’s roped back into service?
gpt
-	Dale lived his days out of a small, hand-built shack on the banks of the Jervis Inlet in British Columbia. Besides a small garden, he catches most of his food directly out of the chilly water. His spare time is usually spent maintaining his beat-up de Havilland DHC-2 Beaver floatplane which he uses to ferry backwoods hunters in and out of the wilderness. But if he could earn cash without dealing with those rich jerks, he would.
-	While Dale would have loved to keep flying, there was something else that called to him: the canyons. He’d hiked and rafted his way through every major canyon in the US, but it was Mexico’s Copper Canyon that captured his heart like no other. Perhaps it was the desert greenery. Perhaps it was the simple fact that there were almost no other humans there. But Dale had never felt more at home. So he’d stayed.
-	It was hard to truly disconnect from the world while staying in Minneapolis, but Dale had very nearly accomplished it. He’d rented the little apartment under a false name and, once satisfied that the owner didn’t check in much, ripped up the carpet and wallpaper for his own very unique renovations. Steel mesh on all sides kept him electronically isolated from outside signals. He routed his breaker box to a set of batteries that he could separate from the grid. The only device connected to an outside wire was an old rotary telephone that he used to order food. It was his personal sanctuary where he could do what he wanted without any chance of surveillance. And what he wanted to do was write.
-	There was no better way to stay independent than to stay mobile. That was Dale’s mantra and he stuck to it. He’d built his tiny mobile home into an inconspicuous box truck and struck out on his own, never staying in the same place for more than a few days. Dale didn’t know if anyone was pursuing him, but if so, he’d be hard to track down. The thought always gave him a smile.