INT. HOSPITAL WARD – DAY
JIM SITS UP IN BED. HE HAS TWO ROBOTIC REPLACEMENT ARMS. BY HIS BEDSIDE, HIS WIFE ROSIE CRADLES THEIR BABY.
ROSIE:
How do they feel?
JIM:
They're really natural.
THEY LOOK MONSTROUS. ALSO, THE HANDS ARE DIFFERENT SIZES. AND COLOURS.
ROSIE:
And they do what you tell them to do?
JIM:
I'm telling you, they're good as new!
THE HANDS SPIN 360 DEGREE REVOLUTIONS.
JIM (CONT):
Now give us a hold.
ROSIE:
Of what?
JIM:
The baby!
ROSIE:
I don't think…
JIM:
…don't think what? It's not… because of my disability?
TEARS WELL IN HIS EYES.
ROSIE:
No! Of course not.
SHE THINKS ON IT A FEW SECONDS.
ROSIE (CONT):
Here, you can hold him.
PENSIVELY, SHE HANDS OVER THE TOT. JIM CRADLES THE BOY WITH HIS ROBOT ARMS.
JIM (CONT):
See – nothing to worry about.
HE LEANS OVER TO PICK UP A BABY BOTTLE. THE MECHANICAL FINGERS CLOSE AROUND IT AND HE CARRIES IT DELICATELY TO THE BABY'S LIPS.
JIM (CONT):
Magic!
THE HAND SUDDENLY SNAPS SHUT LIKE A VICE. THE BOTTLE SHATTERS AND MILK SQUIRTS EVERYWHERE. IT SPATTERS ON THE ARMS AND SHORTS SOME SERVOS. OUT OF CONTROL, JIM PUNCHES THE BABY THROUGH A WALL.
ROSIE:
Oh my God!
INT. HOUSE – DAY
JIM AND ROSIE ARE SAT WATCHING TV.
JIM:
Look honey, he's walking!
A LITTLE ROBOT BOY TOTTERS ACROSS THE CARPET.
JIM:
Good as new!
ROSIE SNIFFS AND FORCES A SMILE.
