[ WP ] You are 100 % convinced that you are the sole surviving member of the human race , despite the fact that today is your first appointment with a shrink for the very same reason .

It was a necessary chore, attending these sessions. Without a minimal functional certification of mental health, he would lose access to the colony's automated systems, the only thing now keeping him alive. It was just one of the hoops he had to jump through, and by far his least favourite. 
 
 `` Hello again... Technician Chang.'' The waxy mannequin face of the therapeutic droid jerked creepily into life as its tinny voice ran through the same pre-recorded lines. `` How are you feeling today?'' 
 
 `` Just fine, doc.'' His reply came through a strained smile, carefully ticking all the boxes in the droid's mental health and wellbeing checklist. `` A little lonely, but I keep active.'' 
 
 `` Why do you think you are... lonely?'' 
 
 `` Oh I do n't know, doc. I think it's something to do with that meteor shower killing everyone else in the colony, you remember?'' 
 
 The droid's head tilted slightly in a mimicry of thoughtfulness. 
 
 `` You have spoken of this before... The system shows no record of such an event.'' 
 
 `` Well no, not after the mainframe was smashed to pieces by all that space rock. It's a miracle anything survived.'' 
 
 `` Do you consider yourself... divine... Technician Chang?'' 
 
 `` No,'' he sighed. `` Just unlucky. It's not that kind of miracle.'' He rubbed his face, already fatigued by the talk. `` Can we just skip to the part where you diagnose me with colonist isolational delusional disorder and give me my partial systems access for the month?'' 
 
 The droid's head tilted to the side again erratically. 
 
 `` There is no need for hostility... Technician Chang.'' 
 
 He threw up his hands, suddenly afraid. 
 
 `` No hostility, doc, no hostility.'' He beamed, manically, in an attempt at friendliness. `` Everybody's calm here. Please continue. I'm cooperating.'' 
 
 The remainder of the session continued as normal, he answered the droid's questions about his habits succinctly, his voice draining of life with every question. 
 
 When it was done, he snapped up his systems access and quick marched out of the wellness assessment room toward the mess and his monthly ration of alcohol, fuming and miserable, as he always did. 
 
 The droid waited a moment, until a section of wall behind it slid to one side and turned to greet the men in white coats much more smoothly than it had moved before Chang. Its voice was more sophisticated and less mechanical now, very nearly human, with that undertone of silicon that was mandated for almost all humanoid constructs. 
 
 `` The subject is showing more strain with every session, doctors, as I'm sure you've seen.'' 
 
 `` Yes,'' said the foremost of the scientists as he distractedly scribbled on a notepad. `` Yes, it is fascinating. The machine is utterly convinced that it's human, with all the human frailties.'' 
 
 He turned to his colleagues. 
 
 `` Soon we'll see if an AI can go insane.''
