♪♪ Narrator: Roger Stern, a wealthy housing developer in Colorado, prepared land for housing plots along with his son, Timmy Stern.
He forewent hiring extra employees so he could spend more time with him.
One summer, there was a tragic tractor/football accident, and Roger lost Timmy.
In a desperate attempt to replace him, Roger cut out Timmy's heart... and built a robot.
He placed Timmy's heart inside it.
[ Heart beating ] He named him Timmy II.
"Who am I?"
At first, Roger believed that Timmy II was every bit as Timmy as the original.
But it soon became clear that he wasn't.
He was very much someone else.
Timmy II struggled to find himself.
[ Feedback, tapping ] Timmy II: My name is Timmy II, and this song is called "How I Feel."
♪♪ ♪ This is exactly how I feel ♪ ♪ But not exactly who I am ♪ ♪ What does it take to be a robot?
♪ ♪ What does it take to be a man?
♪ -Man: Hey!
-Timmy II: ♪ This is exact-- ♪ Man: What do you know about feelings?
You're just a machine!
Man #2: Yeah!
Give us back our jobs.
Man #3: You suck!
[ Crowd booing ] Narrator: Timmy II didn't feel like a machine.
But he also didn't feel human.
[ Thunder rumbles ] Deep down, Timmy II blamed his creator for his confusion.
Timmy II: I don't want to play music anymore.
Roger: Listen, you're unique and you're special.
Timmy II: I have a "II" after my name, Dad.
Roger: Timmy never spoke to me like this.
Timmy II: I'm not Timmy.
Timmy's gone.
Roger: That's no way to speak to your father.
Timmy II: I'm not your son.
I'm just some creature you made to replace someone else.
I'm leaving.
Roger: Then don't bother coming back.
Narrator: Desperate, Timmy II met with Adrian Carl, a former surgeon who, in his reckless youth, had lost his medical license.
Adrian: Hey, Timmy I-I?
Timmy II: It's Timmy II.
Adrian: I can make you look human.
[ Whirring ] Timmy II: Really?
Adrian: Trust me.
Timmy II: Aah.
Whoa.
Aah.
Stop it.
I don't want to do this anymore.
Adrian: They forgot to order the torso and -- and the arms, but we'll give you a discount.
Don't worry about it.
Just look at your beautiful face.
Announcer: If you're just joining us, you are looking at dramatic images of New York's World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan, where, we have just been told... Man: 9/11 just happened.
Adrian: We don't do refunds.
Narrator: Timmy II had changed to please his town.
Man: Go back to your country, terrorist!
Narrator: But his town changed, too.
Unable to face his creator, for fear of embarrassment, or the people of his hometown, Timmy II left America for the Middle East using an underground railroad built for racially profiled Muslims.
Timmy II: I'm human now but the wrong kind, I guess.
I have to leave forever.
Goodbye.
Timmy II.
Narrator: Timmy II arrived in the Middle East and began building a life for himself.
He made a living selling women's clothing on the street.
Timmy II: This one's pretty nice.
And then I told him that I'm not even configured for Arabic.
[ Laughter ] Narrator: For the first time in his life, Timmy II belonged.
Woman: We're red everywhere.
Narrator: Meanwhile, America's housing bubble burst, sending Roger's housing development business into a downward spiral.
A customer of Timmy II's, suspicious of his U.S.A.-made body, reported Timmy II to the despotic dictator of the region.
His secret police proceeded to apprehend him with surprising promptness.
[ Door closes ] Roger lost his house to a bank and, to make ends meet, took a job working for them.
Timmy II's cellmate was Ali Hakeem, a Sufi imam from India wrongfully accused of blasphemy.
Timmy II: I'm Timmy II.
Ali: Why do you have a number after your name?
Timmy II: I'd rather not talk about it.
Narrator: They bonded and became good friends.
Ali: This is the toilet, and here's the bed.
Narrator: Months went by, and Timmy II grew despondent.
Timmy II: We had a big fight.
He doesn't want to see me anymore.
Ali: That can't be true.
Timmy II: Nobody cares what happens to me anyway.
Man: You think you can just kick me out of my own house?
Don't you guys have any heart?
Ali: Do you even know who you are?
Timmy II: I don't even know what race my head is.
Ali: I think you'll feel better if you talk to your dad.
[ Indistinct shouting ] [ Explosion, glass shatters ] Ali: Wake up, Timmy II.
Timmy II: What's happening?
Ali: It's an Arab Spring-type event.
I think we should get out of here.
[ Glass shatters, shouting continues ] Narrator: Timmy II and Ali traveled for days toward the United States.
Ali: Stop.
I can't go any further.
Timmy II: Why not?
Ali: I don't have a visa.
Narrator: Ali went to Canada, while Timmy II continued on to Colorado.
[ Wind whistling ] Man: I've been making payments for 10 years.
Roger: Yeah.
Man: I missed just a couple of payments, and then -- then you just take my house away?
Timmy II: Dad?
Roger: Who are you?
Timmy II: It's me -- Timmy II.
I have a Pakistani head now.
♪♪ Narrator: Roger brought Timmy II to an abandoned factory that was once used to make the nation's giant bridge cables.
Roger: I like to come here to think sometimes.
Timmy II: I'm -- I'm sorry for running away.
Roger: I shouldn't have expected you to replace Timmy.
I saved it for you.
You'll never be fully human.
You'll never be fully machine.
You're something in between.
Timmy II: I think I'm okay with that.
[ Guitar playing ] ♪♪