Jack stared at his creation. He was fairly certain he had to be insane to have created it. He was also fairly certain that he was insane from having spent a month on an abandoned Game Station with no other humans to talk to. So if he was insane anyway, he might as well do things he had to be insane for.

So he had. He had scoured the Game Station looking for suitable bits and pieces of other robots. Luckily some of the games that ran were decidedly adult and used robots as well, which saved Jack the time of creating those necessary components from scratch.

After finding the right components it was only a matter of installing them into a robot of his choice. He was certain that his choice of robot was another sign of his insanity, so it was perfectly all right for him to choose that robot. He had considered altering the personality programming, but that was too much trouble for now. Perhaps later. He had, after all, plenty of time. They weren't going to come back for him, and the people of Earth obviously didn't care about the malfunctioning Game Station. They were too happy it didn't control their lives anymore to bother with it. It was a useless piece of scrap metal floating in space, the Daleks had seen to that. They had destroyed everything that might come in useful to any possible survivors. Controls, communications, escape pods – all that and more had been destroyed beyond repair.

Except that they had left plenty of destroyed robots behind. Jack supposed the Daleks didn't think that someone might make use of them. Well, if he had been a Dalek, he wouldn't consider the possibility of sex with a robot either, he had to give them that.

In his life before his death, Jack had had sex with robots. It hadn't even been all bad, but like most people he preferred sex with living, breathing things. And now he had become desperate as well as insane. Hopefully he was still skilled with his hands, or all his hard work would be for nothing. Time to test his creation.

"Welcome to The Weakest Link."

It spoke at least. Jack nodded to himself, satisfied so far. "Anne."

"Tell us about yourself."

Jack smiled. It still carried out its standard game programming. "Well, I'm just your average guy, abandoned on a satellite by the two people he tried to save. And if it wasn't for your charming self, that never would have happened." He supposed that reasoning was insane as well. The droid had only carried out its programming, with no choice of its own. It had been the Doctor and Rose's fault, but they weren't here. So he blamed the Anne Droid. That had sent Rose to the Daleks. That had sent the Doctor into shock. That had forced them into a ridiculous and desperate plan to rescue Rose. That had made the Daleks come to the Game Station. That had forced Jack to rally the employees in a last line of defence while the Doctor stopped the Daleks from destroying the Earth. That had killed Jack. Somehow that had led to being brought back to life and watching his two friends leave him to rot.

The reasoning was insane, but so was he and no one would expect the insane to behave sensibly.

"How nice for you."

Jack walked around the robot, and stopped at one of the new components which he had installed. "You would say that."

Its head swivelled round while its body stayed rooted to the spot. The lights of its eyes stared at him, but Jack wasn't bothered by that while he unzipped and unfastened his trousers. "Let's play The Weakest Link."

"Oh, I might be the weakest link because you fucked me over, but the tables are turned now, Anne." He glared at the bright lights. "You are the one who gets fucked over and over and over until I get sick of it. And that probably won't be for a very long time."