OCTOBER 21st-"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door..."

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door. He didn't bother answering it. It wasn’t as if he was surprised by the knock, it came every week around this time. It also didn’t matter if he opened it; the knock was just an illusion of privacy. If he didn’t let his handler in, the handler would just use his own keys. There was another knock, this one more impatient. The last man on Earth sighed and went to answer it.
 
“Feeding time.” A voice on the other side of the door stated, and thrust a box of nutrient pouches and other treats into the man’s arms. The last man on Earth shut the door, and set the box down. He went back to his couch and to his daydreaming of a time when the Earth was full of humans, and not ruled by an alien race from the thirteenth galaxy.