system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Henry Watson is dying in a car crash. Describe the moments before and after as his life flashes before his eyes. He has regrets.
gpt
When Henry Watson's 1980 Buick LeSabre skidded off the road, he expected to see his life pass before his eyes. They say that happens, the whole birth-to-this-minute flash. Instead, he saw only parts of it, some parts blocked for years, like when his daughter found him crying in the closet - he'd felt mortified, almost zipped himself; what he saw now, at the moment the LeSabre careened round the corner and dived into the muddy ditch, was not the look of disgust he'd assumed (which had covered his face) but something else entirely - amusement or possibly even understanding. The crying turned into blending malts in the kitchen with the lid left off: there was his wife in the corner, long before cancer ravaged her body, her mighty laugh exploding at the eggs on the ceiling and the malt powder on his chequered shirt, her soft hand caressing his unshaven face. There were other moments, too: a blinding sunrise in Athens, a scowling man outside the shop where he purchased his coffee every morning for thirteen years, the white tail of a buck gamboling away yesterday as he lowered his Browning and didn't fire, a waterfall somewhere in upstate New York - roaring like his wife's mighty laugh, here again, too. The laugh that was always there, even as he lost sight of everything and the world went black.