system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
write a short story about the inner thoughts of someone on a road trip
gpt
As the speedometer inches towards 80 miles per hour, I think about how funny time and distance can appear. Looking straight at the Kansas interstate ahead of me, it's almost as if I gain no ground no matter how fast I go. Maybe part of it is due to the smooth, straight road that stretches off into the horizon, but I could almost convince myself that I'm staying in place, like driving on some gargantuan treadmill. I turn to my left, however, and am quickly reminded of how fast I'm truly going. The trees are almost a blur, and I shudder to think about what would happen if I lost control at this speed. 

Is this what they call intrusive thoughts? I could so easily, with a single twist of the steering wheel, do something unthinkable and irreversible, especially at this speed. I turn back to the road ahead of me, shaking off the way these thoughts make my scalp tingle. Long road trips tend to do this to me, I realize. At some point past the fourth or fifth hour on the road, it's almost as if the rest of the world fades away, and I'm left with nothing but my own thoughts, no matter how unusual or intrusive they may be. This is what intergalactic travel must be like, I think to myself, if humans ever achieve that technological milestone. 

Hurtling through outer space at mind-numbing speeds, alone in vehicles of metal and glass, with nothing to fill the gaps between here and there besides the beat of your own heart and the racing of your own mind. In those moments, would intrusive thoughts carry the same weight? Would another me, in another life, or alternate universe, have these same thoughts as he speeds past galaxies? Would there be any aspect of individual agency in such a spaceship, where the entire trajectory of the journey is computer-generated and mapped out down to the last inch, without any room left for the risk of human error? Would I even feel like I'm charting my own path, or at the mercy of some computer that decides the best route for me? 

The wind whistles over my head, the ground rumbles resolutely under my wheels, and my mind wanders.