Five Sentence Fiction: Medicine

I think the visions are happening again, but some days are harder than others to tell if I'm here or there. I want to be here, where I am chained to the robotic head of my "best friend" and go on adventures through out this wasteland of dirt and broken cities. The days I take the pills the head spits out, I go to some place of desks, normal people, houses, and real food. But, I know it's a trap sent down from the computer to the evil "best friend" that talks to me incessantly when I forget to take the pills, it tells me this isn't real, that I'm hiding here. This will be the last time I go there, I like it here and I hope smashing the head will help get me free.