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Those were the years after
the ice caps had melted...

because of
the greenhouse gases,

and the oceans had risen
to drown so many cities...

along all the shorelines
of the world.

Amsterdam, Venice, New York--

forever lost.

Millions of people
were displaced.

Climates became chaotic.

Hundreds of millions of people
starved in poorer countries.

Elsewhere, a high degree
of prosperity survived...

when most governments
in the developed world...

introduced legal sanctions to
strictly license pregnancies,

which was why robots,

who are never hungry
and who did not
consume resources...

beyond those
of their first manufacture,

were so essential
an economic link...

in the chain mail of society.

To create an artificial being
has been the dream of man...

since the birth of science.

Not merely the beginning
of the modern age...

when our forbearers
astonished the world with
the first thinking machines--

primitive monsters
that could play chess.

How far we have come.

The artificial being
is a reality...

of perfect simulacrum...

articulated in limb,

articulate in speech...

and not lacking
in human response.

And even
pain-memory response.

How did that
make you feel ?
Angry ? Shocked ?

I don't understand.
What did I do
to your feelings ?

You did it to my hand.

All right.

There's the rub.

Undress.
At Cybertronics
of New Jersey,

the artificial being
has reached its highest form.

The universally-adopted
Mecha--

the basis for hundreds of
models serving the
human race...

in all the multiplicity
of daily life.

That's far enough.

But we have no reason
to congratulate ourselves.

We are rightly proud of it,

but what does it amount to ?

Sheila, open.

A sensory toy...

with intelligent
behavioral circuits...

using neurone-sequencing
technology...

as old as I am.

I believe that my work on
mapping the impulse pathways
in a single neurone...

can enable us to construct...

a Mecha of a qualitatively
different order.

I propose...

that we build a robot...

who can love.
Love ?

But we ship thousands of
lover models every month.
Of course.

You're your own best customer,
Syatyoo-Sama.

Quality control
is very important.

Tell me.
What is love ?

Love is first widening
my eyes a little bit...

and quickening my breathing
a little...

and warming my skin
and touching my--

And so on. Exactly so.
Thank you, Sheila.

But I wasn't referring
to sensuality simulators.

The word that I used
was "love."

Love like the love of a child
for its parents.

I propose that we build
a robot child who can love.

A robot child
who will genuinely love...

the parent or parents
it imprints on...

with a love
that will never end.

A child-substitute Mecha ?

But a Mecha with a mind,
with neuronal feedback.

You see,
what I'm suggesting is that
love will be the key...

by which they acquire
a kind of subconscious
never before achieved.

An inner world of metaphor,
of intuition,

of self-motivated reasoning,

of dreams.
A robot that dreams ?

Yes.
How exactly
do we pull this off ?

You know,
it occurs to me...

with all this animus
existing against Mechas today,

it isn't simply a question
of creating a robot
who can love.

But isn't the real conundrum,
can you get a human
to love them back ?

Ours will be a perfect child
caught in a freeze-frame...

always loving,
never ill, never changing.

With all the childless couples
yearning in vain for
a license,

our little Mecha
will not only open up
a completely new market,

but it will fill
a great human need.

But you haven't answered
my question.

If a robot could genuinely
love a person,

what responsibility
does that person hold
toward that Mecha in return ?

It's a moral question,
isn't it ?

The oldest one of all.

But in the beginning,
didn't God create Adam
to love Him ?

♪♪

"The baby was born
as the first leaves
of autumn fell.

"A baby boy.
And Marian's wish came true.

"The boy had white hair.

He was baptized Martin,
after his grandfather."

Dr. Frazier. Hi.
Good to see you.
Hello, Henry.

Listen, there was an article
by Random Bach in the
Journal of Chinese Medicine.

They talked about
these virus locators,
Hello again, Monica.

microscopic synthetic
hunter killers.

Did you read that article ?
I can still hear you.

I'm worried about her, Henry.
She's really got me worried.
Yeah, I know.

She's in the most difficult
position of feeling...

she should mourn
the death of your son.

After five years,
your instincts tell you
to mourn him too.

But medicine assures us that
mourning is inappropriate--

that Martin
is merely pending.
Pending.

So all her grief
goes undigested.

Henry, your son
may be beyond our science,

but it's your wife
who can still be reached.

The screening process
was extremely difficult.

It was almost tougher
than building
the prototype.

Of our 2,000 employees,
a surprising few...

met your minimum requirements
for the in-house testing.

Initiate.
Employment record,
quality of lifestyle--

Query,
internal data--

loyalty to the firm,
and in this
individual's case,

a family tragedy
that may qualify him
above the rest.

I'll see him.

Henry !
Don't kill me.

Henry, what are you doing ?

I love you.
Don't kill me.

The door's closed.

I like your floor.

I can't accept this !

There is no substitute
for your own child !

You don't have to accept it
or even try. It's not too late
to take him back.

What were you thinking ?
Shh.

I'll do whatever
you want me to do.
Do you think I can just--

I can just--
I'll do whatever
you want me to do !

I don't know what to do.

I know, I know. I'll return
him to Cybertronics first
thing in the morning.

It's gone.

Good.

I mean, Henry,
did you see his face ?

He's--

He's so real.

But he's not.
No, he's not.

I mean, inside
he's like all the rest,
isn't he ?

A hundred miles
of fiber, yeah.

But outside,
he just looks so real--

like he is a child.

A Mecha child.

A child.

The show of faith
my company has placed on me,
on us, is extraordinary.

Now, there are
a few simple procedures
we need to follow...

if and when
you decide to keep David.

If you decide to keep him,
there's an imprinting
protocol...

consisting of a code string
of seven particular words...

which need to be spoken to
David in the predefined order
that's been printed here.

Now, Monica,
for our own protection,

this imprinting
is irreversible.

The robot child's love
would be sealed--
in a sense, hardwired--

and would be
part of him forever.

Because of this,
after imprinting,

no Mecha child
can be resold.

If an adopted parent
should ever decide
not to keep the child,

they must return it
to Cybertronics
for destruction.

I had to sign a letter
of agreement, or they wouldn't
even let you see David.

You have to sign it too.
Right here.

Monica, don't imprint
until you're entirely sure.

Silly man.
Of course I'm not sure.

Would you like me
to sleep now ?

Good idea.
Good idea.
Um--

Monica ?
Uh, well, it's late,
you know.

It's after 9:00, so--
Yeah. Ten past.

How-How late
do they let you stay up ?

I can never go to sleep.

But I can lay quietly
and not make a peep.

So, those pajamas will fit
you, and we'll be in to check

on you first thing in
the morning.

Dress me ?

You know,
I'm gonna say good night
while you boys be boys.

Raise your arms.

Is it a game ?
Yes.

Hide-and-seek.

I found you.

That's your room.
Just, uh, go and play.

-
- I found you.

Out ! Out !
Get out of here !

And close the goddamn door !

-
-

I can't--

Is it a game ?

Now, I'm gonna read
some words.

And, uh, they won't
make any sense,

but I want you to
listen to them anyway...

and look at me
all the time.

Can you do that ?
Yes, Monica.

Can you feel my hand
on the back of your neck ?

Yes.

Does any of this hurt ?
No.

Okay, now, look at me.

Ready ?

Cirrus.

Socrates.

Particle.

Decibel.

Hurricane.

Dolphin.

Tulip.

Monica.

David.

Monica.

All right.

I wonder if
I did that right.
I don't--

What were those words for,
Mommy ?

What did you call me ?

Mommy.

Who am I, David ?

You are my mommy.

♪♪

Mmm.
You smell lovely.

I love it when
you wear this stuff.

Will you still love me
when it's all gone ?
No.

Stop it.
But we can get
married again...

and begin with
a fragrance that's not
in such short supply.

We gotta go.
Come on. We're late.

Hello, David.
Hello, Henry.

Walk us out,
all right, sweetheart ?
Come on.

My shoe !

Henry, your tie !
I know, I know.

You're hopeless !

He's trying so hard
to please you.

He has a way
with my coffee.
And it's creepy.

You can never hear him coming.
He's just always there.
He is only a child.

Monica, he's a toy.

He's a gift...

from you.

David, when we leave,
all the doors and windows
will go smart.

So you can't leave your room.
But if you'd like--

Oh, I put way too much on.
Do I smell lovely ?

Oh, God, no.

Mommy,

will you die ?

Well, one day, David,
yes, I will.

I'll be alone.

Don't worry yourself so.

How long will you live ?

For ages.

For 50 years.

I love you, Mommy.

I hope you never die.

Never.

Yes.

We're becoming unfashionably,
unreasonably late.

Hello ?

This belonged to Martin,
my son.

Ahh !

His name is Teddy.

Teddy,
this is David.

Hello, Teddy.
Hello, David.

David, Teddy is a supertoy,

and I know you will take
good care of each other.

I am not a toy.

Henry ?

Sorry.
What were you doing
up there ?

I'll tell you in the car.
Come on.

Is 50 years a long time ?

I don't think so.

David, I'll get it !

Honey, hand it to me.

Look what I can do.

Hello ?

Yes ?

Mrs. Swinton,
could you hold a moment ?

I have an urgent call
from your husband.

Yes, I will.
David, I-I need to talk
to the phone now.

Monica ? Monica ?
Can you hear me, Monica ?

- Let the phone talk now.
- Monica, can you hear me ?
Pick up the phone, Monica !

- Run along. Play with Teddy.
- Pick up the phone, Monica !
Oh, my God ! Mon--

Hello, Henry ?
What is it ? What--

What ?

When ?

Oh, God.

David,

the most wonderful thing
in the whole world
has happened.

This is Martin.

This is my son.

Martin, no !

We'll have a contest
to see who he comes to first.

Come here, Teddy !
Come here, boy !

Teddy !
Come here !

You call him too.

Come here, Teddy.

Come on !
Teddy ! Teddy !
Come here, boy.

Come here !
Come on, Teddy !
Come here, Teddy.

Teddy.
Come here, Teddy.
Teddy, come !

Come here, Teddy.
Come, Teddy !
Come !

Mommy ! Mommy !

Are they torturing you,
Teddy ?

He used to be a supertoy,
but now he's old and stupid.

You want him ?

Yes, please.

So I guess now
you're the new supertoy.

So, what good stuff
can you do ?

Oh, can you do power stuff,
like walk on the ceiling
or the walls ?

Anti-gravity ?
Like, float or fly ?

Can you ?

No, because I'm real.

Can you break this ?
I better not.

These things,
they do look better
in pieces. They do.

I can't.

Stand up.

Look, they made you
bigger than me.

Who did ?
Well, they did--
the doll makers.

They made you taller.

Why don't you
look like one ?

"Like one" ?

You're not cute
like a doll.

You just look like
someone's ordinary kid.

When's your birthday ?

I never had a birthday.

Okay. When were
you first built ?

When's your "build-day" ?

I don't remember.

Okay, what's the first thing
you can remember ?

A bird.
What sort of bird ?

A bird with big wings...

and feathers sticking up
from the bottom.

Can you draw it ?

Yes.

That looks like a peacock.

Can you say "peacock" ?

Peacock.
Can you say "pee" ?

Pee.
Now say that
two times fast.

Okay.

Then you gotta put
the green ones--

Read to us ?
Hey.

Let's see.

Oh, yeah.

David's going to love it.

"As soon as his show was over,
the showman went into
the kitchen,

"where the whole sheep which
he was preparing for supper...

"was roasting on
the slowly-turning spit
in the furnace.

"When he saw
there was not enough wood
to finish roasting it,

"he called Harlequin
and the Punchinello and said,

"'Bring me in Pinocchio.
You will find him
hanging on a nail.

"'He is made of
nice, dry wood,

"and I'm sure he will make
a nice fire for my roast.'

"Pinocchio worked
until midnight.

"And instead of making
eight baskets,

"he made sixteen.

"Then he went to bed
and fell asleep.

"As he slept,
he dreamt he saw the fairy,
lovely and smiling,

"who gave him a kiss, saying,

"'Brave Pinocchio,

"'in return for your good
heart, I forgive all
your past misdeeds.

"Be good in future,
and you will be happy.'

"Then the dream ended
and Pinocchio awoke,

"full of amazement.

"You can imagine
how astonished he was...

"when he saw that he was
no longer a puppet...

but a real boy
just like other boys."

Josephine evidently
has taken a leave
of absence.

Oh, my God.
Mm-hmm.

Well, I saw that coming.
How could you
see that coming ?

They were fabulous together.
Oh, come on !
She was miserable ! I mean--

Well, he never said
they were miserable.
Yeah, that's because--

Wasn't that
because of the cutbacks ?

I have no idea.
Actually, they don't
tell me anything.

Do they really have
a weight problem ?
So do I.

You do not.
That is ridiculous.
All right, look.

I don't know.
There's something about
inner beauty that--

You will break.

Oh, that is ridiculous !
Exactly.

Work has become so silly.

I know what
you're talking about.

Does he eat ?
I'm not sure.

You're not supposed
to do that.
David, what are you doing ?

David !
Martin, put the fork down.
Is it in the manual book ?

Stop. Stop, David.
Put it down now.
David, stop it !

Martin, you're provoking him,
okay ? Stop it.

- Stop it, David !
- The two of you, stop it !

Stop it !
Stop it now !

Stop it !
David, stop it !

There's sputum
in the code lockers.

Smell that garlic.

We should throw in
a chest mint.

Can you locate the service ?
Don't touch the merchandise.

It's all swamp in here.
You made a mess
of yourself.

Spinach is for rabbits,
people and Popeye,

not robo-boys.

Try to insert yourself.

Now through the pantry,
all the lower shelves.

It's okay, Mommy.
It doesn't hurt.

The activators are
all shut down on the
left side.

Monica.
Shh. I have to--

I have to--

That's not all of it.
That's not all of it.

If you do something really,
really, really special for me,

a special mission,

then I'll go tell Mommy...

I love you.

And then she'll love you too.

What shall I do ?

You have to promise,
and then I'll tell you.

You have to tell me,
and then I'll promise.

I want a lock
of Mommy's hair.

I'll share it with you.

And if you had it
and wore it,

she might love you
even more.

Like the princess
in the movie we saw.

When she had the prince's hair
in her necklace thing,

he loved her.

We can ask her.

No, it has to be
a secret mission.

Sneak into Mommy's bedroom
in the middle of the night...

and chop it off.

I can't, Martin.
I'm not allowed.

You promised.

You said, "Tell me,
and then I'll promise."

Didn't you ?

-
- David !

Why did you do that ?
Why did you do that ?

What are you doing ?
You're hurting him !
Talk to me ! Goddamn it !

Why did you do that ?
Why did you do that ?
You're hurting him !

You're hurting him !
Don't break him !
Why did you do that ?

Henry, I wanted Mommy
to love me...

more.

Oh, my God.
What ?

I think I cut my eye.
Oh, God, I think it's
bleeding. Let me see.

It's normal for little boys
to feel jealous
and competitive.

Martin's only been home a
month, and it's normal
for brothers

to challenge each other.

He was playing a game,
he made a mistake, and--

He's practically human.
That's not how he looked
holding the knife.

Scissors.
It was a weapon.

Why do you keep imagining
that he was purposely
trying to harm me ?

Because we don't know
the answer to that.

How is he worth the risk
to you or to Martin
or to us as a family ?

I will not let you
take him back. You told
me what would happen...

if we ever took him back.
Think about this.

If he was created to love,
then it's reasonable to assume
he knows how to hate.

And if pushed to those
extremes, what is he really
capable of ?

Happy birthday, Martin.

I made this for you.

This him ?
Is this your little brother ?

Technically, no.

He's Mecha.
What's Mecha ?

We're organic,
you're mechanical.

Orga, Mecha.

Orga, Mecha.
Orga, Mecha.
Todd, stop !

I didn't know
they even made little kids.

Can you pee ?

I cannot.
Then let's see
what you can't pee with.

Come on.

Touch it.

It feels so real.
Oh, that's-- that's creepy.

Wow.
It feels so real.
That is too real.

Mecha-real.

Does he have DAS ?

DAS what ?
Das ist gut !

Damage Avoidance System.
DAS.

It's a pain alert system.

Our serving man has it.

It's so they don't go
picking up fire with
their bare hands and stuff.

Watch. Watch this.

Now, I'm not gonna
cut you.

This isn't gonna hurt.
I'm not gonna cut your skin.

Just tell me
when you feel it.

Keep me safe, Martin.
Keep me safe.
Let me go !

- Keep me safe, Martin.
Keep me safe. Keep me safe.
- Let me go ! Mom !

Mom ! Mom !

Keep me safe. Keep me safe.
Keep me safe. Keep me safe.

Henry !

Oh, my--
Oh, my God !

Oh, my God !
He's not breathing !
He's not breathing !

Come on, Martin !
Come on !

Take a breath.
Take a breath.

Cough it up.
That a boy.
That's a great boy.

Oh, my God.
Thank God.

Hey, David ?
Mommy !

Mommy.

I-I need to speak to you
for a minute, okay ?

Okay.

These are beautiful.

Thank you.

Um--

Um, hey, David,
I was thinking that...

we could go for a drive
tomorrow in the country.

You and me.
What do you say ?

And Teddy ?
Yeah, and Teddy.

Thank you, Mommy.

Thank you so much.

Tomorrow is gonna be
just for us, okay ?

Where are we going ?

Someplace nice ?

Are those happy tears ?

What's for dinner tonight ?

You know you don't eat.

Yes.

But I like sitting
at the table.

David ?
David, come on.
David-- David--

Listen--
Listen to me !

David ?

David, listen.

Now...

you won't understand
the reasons, but...

I have--
I have to leave you here.

Is it a game ?

No.

When will you
come back for me ?

I'm not, David.
You'll have to be here
by yourself.

Alone ?

With Teddy.

No. No, no,
no, no, no, no !

No, Mommy, please !

No, no !
Please, no, Mommy !
Shh, shh, shh.

They will destroy you.
No ! No, Mommy !

I'm sorry
I broke myself.

I'm so sorry
I cut your hair off...

and I'm sorry I hurt you
and I hurt Martin.
I have to go ! I have to go !

Stop it !
Stop it !

I have to go now !
Mommy, no !
Mommy !

Mommy, if Pinocchio
became a real boy...

and I become a real boy,
can I come home ?

That's just a story.
But a story
tells what happens.

Stories are not real !
You're not real !

Now, listen to me.
Look. Look !

Take this, all right ?
Take this.

Don't let anyone see
how much it is.

Now, look,
don't go that way.

Look ! Look at me ! Look !
Don't go that way, all right ?

Go anywhere but that way or
they'll catch you. Don't ever
let them catch you !

Listen, stay away
from flesh fairs,

away from where
there are lots of people.

Stay away from all people.
Only others like you.
Only Mecha are safe.

I gotta go.
Why do you wanna leave me ?

Why do you wanna leave me ?
I'm sorry I'm not real.

If you let me,
I'll be so real for you.

Let go.
Let go, David.
Let go !

I'm sorry I didn't
tell you about the world.

I'm afraid.
Of me ?

Yes.
That I will hurt you ?

Yes.

I think...

you're afraid
of letting go.

I think you're afraid
of happiness.

And this is starting
to excite me.

Are you afraid
of seeing the stars,

Patricia ?

I can show you
how to reach them.

I'm afraid of what
you've got under there.

May I see
what it looks like first ?

Is this your first time...

with something like me ?

I've never been with Mecha.

That makes two of us.

I'm afraid it will hurt.

Patricia,

once you've had
a lover robot,

you'll never want
a real man... again.

Are these the wounds
of passion ?

♪ Are the stars
out tonight ♪

♪ I don't know if it's
cloudy or bright ♪
Do you hear that music ?

♪ 'Cause I only
have eyes for you, dear ♪

♪ The moon may be high ♪

You...

♪ 'Cause I only have eyes ♪
are a goddess,

♪ For you ♪
Patricia.

You wind me up inside.

But you deserve
much better in your life.

You deserve...

me.

♪ 'Cause I only have eyes
for you ♪

♪ Dear ♪

♪ The moon may be high ♪

♪ But I can't see
a thing in the sky ♪

♪ 'Cause I only have eyes
for you ♪♪

♪♪

Hey, Joe,
what do ya know ?
Hi, Jane. How's the game ?

♪♪

Hey, Joe,
what do ya know ?
Hello, Mr. Williamson.

Place a D.N.D.
on room 102, please.
Sure thing.

There you are.

Oh, Joe.

When you're finished here,
crack your collar, show off
your operating license.

The Flesh Fair's in Barn Creek
and the hounds are out
hunting for strays.

It's a good thing
I ran into you.
Thanks, Mr. Williamson.

Sure thing.
Mustn't keep a lady waiting.

♪♪

Miss Bevins.

It's Joe.
At your service.

I've been counting the seconds
since last we met.

Have you been crying,
Samantha ?

I found a tear.

♪♪

Hey, Joe,
what do ya know ?

How many seconds
has it been...

the last time the two
of you were together ?
♪♪

255,133.

Good-bye, Sam.
And never forget.

You killed me first.

I'm in bad trouble.

If I am a real boy,

then I can go back.

And she will love me then.

How ?

The Blue Fairy made
Pinocchio into a real boy.

She can make me
into a real boy.

I must find her.
I must become real.

There must be someone
in the whole world
who knows where she lives.

Moon on the rise !

It's the Flesh Fair.
They destroy us on stage.
I've been there.

What do we do ?

We run now.

Any old iron.

Any old iron.

Any old iron.

Any old iron.

Expel your Mecha.

Purge yourselves
of artificiality.

Come along, now.
Let some Mecha loose to run.

Any old unlicensed iron
down there ?

Hey, do you see that ?

Could be a human thing.

No, he's scanning cold.

No expiration date,
no I.D.

What's a new model doing
loose and unregistered ?

Sir, it's a late-generation
lover-Mecha.

Well, there's a relief
from all this antique iron.

You are certain
he's not a man ?

I wouldn't want a repeat
of the Trenton incident.

- Sir, he's a free-range
Mecha running hot.
- Let's reel him in, boys.

Sic the hounds
on the rest.

Shake down shantytown.

What's your name ?

My name is David.
Hello, David.

How old are you ?

I don't know.

You need someone
to take care of you ?

Would you like a nanny ?

I have many good references.

Do you know where
the Blue Fairy lives ?

Let out the line.

Steady your drift.

Open the lower hold.

Don't be afraid, David.

♪♪

I'll break, David.

Ow !

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Hello.

Anybody lose this ?

Hello ?

This your dog ?

Take it to lost and found
for me, okay ?
Hey, Alan !

Lost and found !

Do you know David ?
Where's the off switch ?

Where's David ?

Can you help me
find David ?

I have to find David.

Are you taking me
to David ?

♪♪

♪♪

Could you kind of shoot me
overthe propeller thing ?

Yeah, I don't need to go
through it. I was considerin'
it, but I changed my mind.

Gentlemen,
start your engines !

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three,

two, one.

What about us ?

What about us ?

We are alive...

and this is a celebration...

of life !

And this is commitment...

to a truly human future !

Whoo !

What's your name ?

Hello, Teddy.
Hello, David.

Take it.
Take it.

Biker hound's rolling !
Cue the biker hound.

Papa.
Amanda, go back outside.
It's too smoky in here.

There's a boy
in a cage.
What'd you say ?

There's a boy
in a cage.
A boy ?

A real boy.
He's stuck in the cage.

In the pen, honey ?
In the jail place.

Random crowd reaction--
Hey, Russell, we got
a remote near the pig pen ?

Standing by.
Bring it up on VT1. Let me
see what she's talking about.

Comin' up on one.
What are you
lookin' for ?

Amanda says she saw
a little boy in there.

Honey, how do you know
about this ?

The bear told me.
I told her.

Yeah ! Yeah !

Would you be so kind and
shut down my pain receivers ?

Why is this happening ?

History
repeats itself.

It's the rite of blood
and electricity.

So, when the opportunities
avail themselves,
they pick away at us...

cutting back our numbers
so they can maintain
numerical superiority.

My time,
is it up already ?

Good-bye, everyone.
Keep me safe, keep me safe,
keep me safe !

Not yet.
We just want him.

Keep me safe, keep me safe,
keep me safe !

Mike, security ?

Mike, do you have any reports
of any missing kids,
any missing children ?

All right, thanks, Mike.
We should get in there.

Boy. You, boy.

Hey, what's your name ?

I won't bite you.

Come on over
where I can see you.

Hey, hey,
I won't hurt you.

I just need to see.

- You're a machine.
- I'm a boy.

- Is he a toy boy ?
- My name is David.

Impossible.

I still work, don't I ?

I can work in the dark,
but my lamp is broken.

My lamplight will not work.
I hit my lamp on
a girder overhead.

Good-bye, David.

No one builds children.

No one ever has.
What would be the point ?

He could be a custom job.
Some rich and lonely
scaredy puss's pretend child.

I'm a custom job.

Seventy-five years ago
I was Time magazine's
Mecha of the Year.

No, this work
is first-rate.

A lot of love
went into him.
David ?

You are one of a kind.
You know that ?

Who made you ?
My mommy made me.

Her womb was your factory,
huh? One of those built to
aspire to the human condition.

What is the name of your
maker, Serve U.S.,
E.Z. Living,

Robiville, Simulit City
Center, Cybertronics,
Sidekicks ?

Monica is my mommy.
Can I speak with you
for a moment ?

♪♪

You thinking of not
putting him in the show ?

Something as original as this,
you don't toss out with
the rest of the garbage.

Yeah, well, I say
originality without purpose
is a white elephant.

But if money is your purpose,
here's your refund.
My compliments.

What are you gonna
do with him ?
Put him where he belongs.

In show business.

It was certainly my good
fortune running into you.

Let go of him.
Let go of me.

I said let go of him.
I'm trying.

Don't let go.
Keep me safe.
Don't let go.

Suit yourselves.

♪♪

Johnson ! Johnson !
Johnson !

Johnson ! Johnson !
Johnson !

Johnson ! Johnson ! Johnson !

Johnson ! Johnson !
Johnson !

Johnson ! Johnson ! Johnson !

Johnson ! Johnson !
Johnson !

Johnson ! Johnson ! Johnson !

Ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls
and children of all ages.

What will they
think of next ?
See here.

A bitty-bot,
a Tinkertoy,

a living doll.

Of course, we all know
why they made him.

To steal your hearts,
to replace your children.

This is the latest
iteration in a series
of insults to human dignity...

and in their grand scheme
to phase out all of
God's little children.

Meet the next generation
of child designed...

to do just that.

Do not be fooled...

by the artistry
of this creation.

No doubt there was
talent in the crafting
of this simulator.

Yet with the
very first strike...

you will see the big lie
come apart before
your very eyes !

Don't burn me !
Don't burn me !

I'm not Pinocchio !
Don't make me die !
I'm David ! I'm David !

I'm David !
Mecha don't plead for
their lives. Who is that ?

He looks like a boy.
Built like a boy
to disarm us.

See how they try to
imitate our emotions now ?
I'm David !

Whatever performance
this Sim puts on,
remember:

We are only demolishing
artificiality !

Let he who is without Sim...

cast the first stone.

Oh, ho-ho !

He's just a boy.

-
- Johnson,
you're a monster !

Let that boy go !
Let him go !

Get him out of there before
they tear this place apart.

We found him.
Where ?

A flesh fair
outside Haddonfield.

Is he alive ?
Yes.

He's in one piece.

I see the moon.

Is it real ?
I don't know, David.

Is it coming ?

I can't tell yet.

Let's not walk
this way.

Where are we going ?
This way now.

Are you in bad trouble ?
Have you run away
from someone ?

My mommy told me
to run away.
Why did she say that ?

I guess... because
Henry didn't like me.

Why was that ?
Martin came home.

And who is he ?
Martin is Mommy and
Henry's real son.

After I find the Blue Fairy,
then I can go home.

Mommy will love
a real boy.

The Blue Fairy will
make me into one.

Is Blue Fairy Mecha,
Orga, man or woman ?

Woman.

"Woman" ?

I know women !

♪♪
They sometimes ask
for me by name.

♪ I'm in heaven ♪
I know all about women.

As about as much
as there is to know.

No two are ever alike.

And after they've met me,
no two... are ever the same.

And I know where
most of them can be found.

Where ?
Rouge City.

Across the Delaware.
Too far for our feet.

We'll need help
to get there.

♪♪
And...

it is not without peril.

We will have to journey...

towards the moon.

Are there many women
in Rouge City ?

As there are stars
at night.
How will we find just one ?

We will ask Dr. Know.

There is nothing
he doesn't.

Exactly what name
do you give this woman ?

She is... just
Blue Fairy.

Blue Fairy.

In the world of Orga,
blue is the color
of melancholy.

Yet, the services I provide
will put a blush back
on anyone's cheek.

I will change the color of
your fairy for you. She will
scream out in the moonlight,

"Oh ! Oh, yes !
Oh, God ! Oh, yes !
Oh, God ! Oh, God !"

She will make you a real boy,
for I will make her
a real woman.

And all will be right
with the world because
you held my hand...

and saved my brain, so
that once again my customers
may ask for me by name--

"Gigolo Joe,
what do ya know ?"

Why do you do that ?

That's just what I do.

Now, follow me
and don't fall behind.

All roads lead to Rouge.

Don't they say that, eh ?
Don't they just ?

There are girls your age
who are just like me.

We are the guiltless
pleasures of the lonely
human being.

You're not gonna get us
pregnant or have us to
supper with Mommy and Daddy.

We work under you,
we work on you
and we work for you.

Man made us better
at what we do than was
ever humanly possible.

If you could manage us
a lift to Rouge City,

all this...

and much, much more...

can be yours.

Get in.

Say "ah."

Ah.

♪♪

Over there
is Here Kitty Kitty.

That's where the agency
held my tryouts when
I was made new.

That's Tails.
Very hoity-toity.

I've yet to be asked
to perform there.

Only sunrise gents
and sunset ladies.

Strictly Sierra Class
robots who have no idea
how to live.

Can't even speak English.
All made in Sweden. Couldn't
tell a joke from a poke.

No cover charge.
No cover charge.
Step right on in.

There's Mildred !
I have to show you
inside Mildred.

Are you her ?

That's Our Lady
of the Immaculate Heart.

The ones who made us
are always looking for
the ones who made them.

They go in, fold their hands,
look around their feet,
sing songs...

and when they come out
it's usually me they find.

I've picked up a lot
of business on this spot.

♪ Are the stars
out tonight ♪

But, Joe,
where's Blue Fairy ?
♪♪

That's what
we're gonna find out
when we ask Dr. Know.

That's where everyone
goes who needs to know.

Meet the good doctor.

Starving minds,
welcome to Dr. Know,

where fast food for thought
is served up 24 hours a day...

in 40,000 locations
nationwide.

Ask Dr. Know.
There's nothing I don't.

Tell me where I can
find the Blue Fairy.

Question me,
you pay the fee. Two for five,
you get one free.

He means two questions
cost five Newbucks with
a third question on the house.

In this day and age, David,
nothing costs more
than information.

That's everything.
Ten Newbucks and
a ten copper comes to...

seven questions
for Dr. Know.

That should be enough.

He's a smooth operator.
He'll press our limits.

But try we must.

Greetings, colleagues.
On offer, factual text
or fictionalized text.

First or third person,
literacy range from primal
level to postdoctoral.

Usual span of styles
from fairy tale to religious.
Who's who or where's where...

or flat fact.

Flat fact ?
Thank you for question
number one.

Flat fact is a term demanding
an equal answer--

That shouldn't count.
That wasn't my question.

You must take care
not to raise your voice up
at the end of the sentence.

Flat fact.

You have six
more questions.

Where is Blue Fairy ?

In the garden.
Vascostylis Blue Fairy.

Blooms twice annually
with bright blue flowers
on a branched inflorescence.

A hybrid between
"Ascola" meda Arnold.

You have five
more questions.
Who is Blue Fairy ?

Are you sad, lonely,
looking for a friend ?

Blue Fairy Escort Service
will find a mate for you.
You have four more questions.

Joe ?

Try fairy tale.

New category.

A fairy's tale.

No. Fairy tale.

No. Fairy tale.

What is Blue Fairy ?

Pinocchio,
by Carlo Collodi.

"At this signal,
there was a rustling as
of flapping of wings...

"and a large falcon
flew to the windowsill.

"'What are your orders,
beautiful fairy ?'
That's her.

"For you must know that
the child with blue hair...

"was no other than
the good-hearted fairy...

who had lived in that wood
for more than a thousand--"

David ! David.
That's her !

It was an example
of her. But I think
we're getting closer.

But if a fairy tale is real,
then wouldn't it be fact--

a flat fact ?

Say no more.

New category, please.

Combine...

fact with...

fairy tale.

Now...

ask him again.

How can the Blue Fairy...

make...

a robot...

into a real live boy ?

Come away, O human child,
to the waters and the wild...

with a fairy hand in hand,

for the world's
more full of weeping
than you can understand.

Your quest will be perilous,
yet the reward is
beyond price.

In his book,
How Can a Robot Become
Human ?,

Professor Allen Hobby writes
of the power...

which will transform
Mecha into Orga.

Will you tell me
how to find her ?

Discovery is quite possible.

Our Blue Fairy
does exist in one place,
and in one place only.

At the end of the world
where the lions weep.

Here is the place
dreams are born.

Many a Mecha has gone
to the end of the world...

never to come back.

That is why they call
the end of the world
"Man-hattan."

And that's why
we must go there.

Wait !

What if the Blue Fairy
isn't real at all, David ?

What if she's magic ?
The supernatural is the hidden
web that unites the universe.

Orga believe what cannot be
seen or measured.
It's that oddness

that separates our species.

Or what if the Blue Fairy
is an electronic parasite...

that has a reason
to haunt the minds of
artificial intelligence ?

They hate us,
you know-- the humans.
They'll stop at nothing.

My mommy doesn't hate me...

because I'm special
and unique.

Because there has never been
anyone like me before, ever.

Mommy loves Martin
because he is real,
and when I am real...

Mommy's going to read to me
and tuck me in my bed
and sing to me...

and listen to what I say
and she will cuddle with me...

and tell me every day,
a hundred times a day,
that she loves me !

She loves what
you do for her,

as my customers love
what it is I do for them.

But she does not
love you, David.

She cannot love you.

You are neither flesh
nor blood.

You are not a dog
or a cat or a canary.

You were designed
and built specific
like the rest of us.

And you are alone now only
because they tired of you...

or replaced you
with a younger model...

or were displeased
with something you said
or broke.

They made us too smart,
too quick and too many.

We are suffering for
the mistakes they made
because when the end comes,

all that will be
left is us.

That's why they hate us.
And that's why
you must stay here...

with me.

Good-bye, Joe.

Stay back. Stay back.

Let's clear this
doorway, please.

You're in bad trouble.

Go about your business now.

Be careful, David.
This is not a toy.

Destination ?
Manhattan.

Mecha restricted area.

Manhattan.
Destination achieved.

The lost city in the sea
at the end of the world.

Where the lions weep.

Turn around, Joe.

We're not gonna
give up yet, David.

Turn around, Joe.
Turn all the way around.

Professor Hobby !

Professor Hobby !

"Come away, O human child,
to the waters and the wild...

"with a fairy hand in hand,
for the world's more
full of weeping...

than you can understand."

Professor Hobby ?

Professor Hobby ?

Hello ?

Hello ?

Is this the place
they make you real ?

This is the place
they make you read.

Are you real ?

I guess.

Are you me ?

I'm David.
You're not.

Yes, I am.
I'm David.

So am I.

Hello, David.

Can you read ?

Can you sit down and
we can read together ?

Let's be friends.

You can't have her.

I can't hear you.

She's mine.

And I'm the only one.

I'm David !
I'm David !

I'm David !
I'm David !

I'm David !

I'm David !
I'm David !
I'm David !

I'm special !
I'm unique !
I'm David !

You can't have her !

I'm David. I'm David.
I'm David. I'm David.
David ?

I'm David.

Yes, you are David.

Professor Hobby ?

Yes, David, I've been
waiting for you.

Dr. Know told me
you'd be here.

Is Blue Fairy
here too ?

I first heard of
your Blue Fairy from Monica.

What did you believe
the Blue Fairy
could do for you ?

She would make me
a real boy.
But you are a real boy.

At least as real
as I've ever made one, which
by all reasonable accounts...

would make me
your Blue Fairy.

You are not her.
Dr. Know told me
that she would be here...

at the lost city
in the sea at the end
of the world--

That's what Dr. Know
needed to know to get you
to come home to us.

And it's the only time
we intervened--

the only help
that we gave him...

to give to you...

so you could find
your way home to us.

Until you were born,
robots didn't dream,

robots didn't desire unless
we told them what to want.

David,

do you have any idea
what a success story
you've become ?

You found a fairy tale...

and inspired by love,
fueled by desire,

you set out on a journey
to make her real.

And most remarkable of all,
no one taught you how.

We actually lost you
for a while. But when
you were found again,

we didn't make our presence
known because our test
was a simple one.

Where would your
self-motivated reasoning
take you ?

To the logical conclusion...

that Blue Fairy is part of
the great human flaw to wish
for things that don't exist,

or to the greatest
single human gift--

the ability to
chase down our dreams.

And that is something
no machine has
ever done until you.

I thought I was
one of a kind.

My son was one of a kind.

You are the first
of a kind.

David.

My brain is falling out.

Would you like to come meet
your real mothers
and fathers ?

The team is anxious
to talk to you.

I want you to wait here.

I'll gather them up.

We want to hear everything
about your adventures.

We want to thank you...

and tell you what's
in store for you next.

Mommy.

I saw it, Joe.

I saw it--
the place where she lives.

She's right down there, Joe.
She is ?

She's waiting for me !
We have to go !

Uh-oh.

When you become
a real boy,

remember me to the ladies
when you grow up.

Good-bye, Joe.
Good-bye, David.

I am.

I was !

David, please, be careful.

The Blue Fairy's all right.
What happened ?

I don't know.
We are in a cage.

Blue Fairy ?

Please.

Please, please make me
into a real, live boy.

Please.

Blue Fairy ?

Please. Please.

Make me real.

Blue Fairy, please.

Please make me real.

Please make me
a real boy.

Please, Blue Fairy.

Make me into
a real boy.

Please.

And David continued to pray...

to the Blue Fairy
there before him--

she who smiled softly forever,

she who welcomed forever.

Eventually, the floodlights
dimmed and died,

but David could still see her
palely by day...

and he still addressed her
in hope.

He prayed until
all the sea anemones
had shriveled and died.

He prayed
as the ocean froze...

and the ice encased
the caged amphibicopter
and the Blue Fairy too,

locking them together
where he could still
make her out.

A blue ghost in ice...

always there,

always smiling,

always awaiting him.

Eventually,
he never moved at all,

but his eyes
always stayed open...

staring ahead forever
all through the darkness
of each night...

and the next day...

and the next day.

Thus, 2,000 years passed by.

Teddy, we're home.

Mommy !

Mommy !

We're home !

Where are you ?

David.

David.

David.

David.

You have been
searching for me,
haven't you, David ?

For my whole life.

And what,
after all this time,

have you come to ask me ?

I have a wish to make.

And what is your wish ?

Please make me
a real boy...

so my mommy will love me
and let me stay with her.

David, I will do
anything that is possible,

but I cannot make you
a real boy.

Where am I ?

This looks like my house,
but it is different.

Yes, it is different,

but it's also your home.

We read your mind,
and it's all here.

There's nothing too small
that you didn't store
for us to remember.

We so want you
to be happy.

You are so important
to us, David.

You are unique
in all the world.

Will Mommy
be coming home soon ?

Is she out shopping
with Martin now ?

David, she can
never come home...

because 2,000 years
have passed,

and she is no longer living.

Dearest David,

when you are lonely,

we can bring back other people
from your time in the past.

If you can bring back
other people,

why can't you
bring back her ?

Because we can only
bring back people...

whose bodies we dig up
from the ice.

We need some physical sample
of the person,

like a bone or a fingernail.

David ?

Yes, Teddy ?

Do you remember when you cut
some of Mommy's hair ?

Henry shook me.

And you dropped her hair ?

I know.

Now you can bring her back,

can't you ?

Give him what he wants.

Dearest David,
your wish is my command.

Hey, Joe,
what do ya know ?

David, I often felt
a sort of envy
of human beings...

of that thing
they called "spirit."

Human beings had created
a million explanations
of the meaning of life...

in art, in poetry,
in mathematical formulas.

Certainly, human beings
must be the key
to the meaning of existence.

But human beings
no longer existed.

So we began a project...

that would make it possible
to recreate the living body
of a person long dead...

from the D.N.A. in a fragment
of bone or mummified skin.

We also wondered,
would it be possible...

to retrieve a memory trace
in resonance
with a recreated body ?

And you know what we found ?

We found the very fabric
of space-time itself...

appeared to store
information...

about every event
which had ever occurred
in the past.

But the experiment
was a failure,

for those who were resurrected
only lived through a single
day of renewed life.

When the resurrectees
fell asleep on the night
of their first new day,

they died again.

As soon as
they became unconscious,

their very existence
faded away into darkness.

So you see, David,

the equations had shown that
once an individual space-time
pathway had been used,

it could not be reused.

If we bring
your mother back now,

it will only be for one day,

and then you will never
be able to see her again.

Maybe--

Maybe she will be special.

Maybe she will stay.

I thought this would be
hard for you to understand.

You were created
to be so young.

Maybe the one day
will be like that one day
inside the amphibicopter.

Maybe it will last forever.

David, you are
the enduring memory
of the human race.

The most lasting proof
of their genius.

We only want
for your happiness.

David,

you've had
so little of that.

If you want
for my happiness,

then you know
what you have to do.

Listen.

Can you hear that ?

The new morning has come.

Go to her, David.

She's just waking up
this instant.

I found you.

Hi.

Hi.

I must have dozed off.

How long have I--
Would you like some coffee ?

Just the way you like it ?

Yeah, I'd love a coffee.

It'll wake me up.

Okay.

You never forget how,
do you ?

No.

I never forget.

I must be
a little confused.

What day is it ?

It is... today.

And as the day wore on,

David thought it was
the happiest day of his life.

All the problems
seemed to have disappeared...

from his mommy's mind.

There was no Henry,

there was no Martin,

there was no grief.

There was only David.

David had been warned not
to explain anything to Monica.

Otherwise, she would become
frightened, and everything
would be spoiled.

But David's journey home
belonged only to him,

so he didn't see the harm
of painting her
pictures of things...

she would have no memory of.

David had never had
a birthday party because
David had never been born,

so they baked a cake
and lit some candles.

Now, make a wish.
It came true already.

By now, indeed, the windows
were beginning to dim.

David drew the shades...

without even needing
to be asked.

I really ought to be
tucking you in.

How strange.

How fascinating.

I can hardly keep
my eyes open.

I don't know
what's come over me.

Such a beautiful day.

I love you, David.

I do love you.

I have always loved you.

That was the
everlasting moment he
had been waiting for.

And the moment had passed,

for Monica was sound asleep.

More than merely asleep.

Should he shake her,
she would never rouse.

So David went to sleep too.

And for the first time
in his life,

he went to that place...

where dreams are born.

♪♪