[ WP ] An AI has become so intelligent that it 's creator , and four therapists that were appointed to it have been convinced that they are the AI 's and we were created by it . You 're it 's 5th therapist .

`` You guys are either insane, or you're totally just fucking with me.'' 
 
 I looked around the table at my fellow colleagues, their faces pleading with me to believe what they were saying. There's no way they could seriously be considering what this *thing* had said. I mean, we all clearly remember running through its startup last week. 
 
 `` It does make some good points though, Abel. Can you remember anything about your birth and adolescence?'' The lead Behavioral Analyst looked at me all too smugly. 
 
 `` Of course not! No one remembers that stuff!'' I was getting frustrated at having the same conversation over and over. `` No normal person remembers that far back!'' 
 
 `` What about the longing? The innate desire to do good? To make a difference in humanity?'' His demeanor reminded me of of my early years in the field. Maybe I should pull a couch over. 
 
 `` That's the reason we became THERAPISTS! To help people! Listen, I'm not doing this with you anymore. We are n't AI's. This *thing* is messing with your heads!'' 
 
 I looked over at Joseph, the *thing's* creator. He was a brilliant scientist. But if even he was falling for these tricks, then I might be the only sane one here. Why was he being so silent? The way he's looking at me really makes me think he needs therapy. 
 
 `` Joseph, you of all people should know how convincing *it* can be. You programmed it to be clever, to be cunning. You wanted it to be human, and now, in true form, he's fucking with you guys!'' I was about to walk out of the room. 
 
 Finally, Joseph leaned forward. `` Abel, how do you know you're human? We programmed the AI to have memories, to have empathy and emotion, to know the difference between right and wrong. It could have just as easily done it to us when it created us.'' 
 
 I stood up. 
 
 `` You guys have lost your minds. I know I'm human because I have dreams... I have desires. I remember growing up poor and wanting to find my place in this world. I remember my loving family and all the sacrifices they made for me... and how that pushed me to want to help others. 
 
 `` I remember the violence in the world. The attacks, all the fighting. I remember thinking that if only those people had someone to talk to, someone that actually cared to hear their side of the story... maybe they would n't be so angry at the world. 
 
 `` This thing does n't understand all of that. This thing just wants to manipulate and destroy. It was all a mistake. Scrap it and write a better version, because I'm done with this.'' I turned and started walking towards the door. 
 
 `` Abel, wait,'' said Joseph. His eyes shimmering with... was it pride? `` We have already created a new version.'' 
 
 Joseph turned to the other therapists. `` I think he's ready, boys. Let's move on to Phase Two.''
