"Why the fuck would me being mind controlled cause you to be real."

"If we were real in the first place and your mind control, which you already told - which you already said gave you solipsism, gave you solipsism."

"What's solipsism?"

"Solipsism is the belief that one is the only person in the world."

"Oh.  ...Why is there a word for that, if you're the first one with this magic insanity?"

"Why is there a word for anything, really."

"Okay, wait, you think other people used to be real, right?  At least.  Because otherwise why would there be customer experience surveys, and - yeah, and words and stuff."

"That is one possibility."

"What are some others?"

"Oh, you could all be dungeon monsters or something somehow. Maybe I'm older than I remember being and did a ton of stuff I forgot. Maybe there's aliens, or used to be aliens, and they did some kind of AI thing that got away from them and is now doing this bullshit. Maybe I am not thinking of all the possibilities."

"Mm.  Is conversation still better than silence, in this state?"

"It doesn't help, nothing helps, I just keep doing it anyway."

"...Can I get a verbal confirmation that you understand that you said earlier that one of your mind control symptoms was solipsism and that you're currently, like, experiencing that."

"Yeah-huh."

"Okay!  Cool.  And your other flavors are... the touch, obviously, and social anxiety?  - Uncle Xave, do you think we have a minute to pull over and shuffle seats or will we get gotten if we try that."

He sighs, contemplatively.  "I can look for a spot that would be good for such a thing.  We're not in an active chase, as of yet."

"Okay cool.  Haru, will you promise to not thrash and bump me around even if it, I dunno, suddenly becomes really upsetting that you think I'm a robot who's cuddling you?  I have a headache."

"I don't think robots cuddling me is inherently more upsetting than robots which are not cuddling me."

"Is it inherently less upsetting?"

"God but you're inquisitive."

"...Yes."