So a man is killed, and blah blah blah his brain is harvested, snore, and put into the body on an artificial whosits, and no one can ever know about it or there'll be big, BIG trouble, buddy. Or something. Whatever.
First this we see is a pair of red Converse-d feet hit the ground as a woman's voice is calling, "Jimmy! Breakfast!" A man wearing a blue cape comes smiling to the table and the woman urges him, "Take your medication -- do it while mommy's watching...." The man swallows some pills and washes them down with milk out of an American flag-patterned glass (cool prop!) and his mom says, "That'll keep the voices down." Jimmy hears voices. Got it.
I guess mommy has gone off to work, because Jimmy leaves the house wearing a plaid blanket strapped on and a Elmer Fudd-esque flappy hat. He heads down the street, cape flying, and a bunch of gangstas hanging out see him coming: "Check him out. Hey Jimmy! Check out those Chucks! You look like a reject from the ABA. Did Dr. J. lend you those? What are you supposed to be, Captain Plaid?" Jimmy says, "No, it's my winter cape." Oh, what playful ribbing! Jimmy has a huge smile on his face as the Friendly Neighborhood Gangstas tease him, but he has to go: "I got a mission." Fine, but the FNGs don't want Jimmy to play down by the empty warehouses: "We get paid a lot of money to keep people away from there." Another FNG says, no, it's okay! It's just JIMMY, after all! What possible harm could he do? The same FNG empties his gun and asks Jimmy if he wants to "do it." Jimmy stands up straight and puts his fists on his hips as the FNG shoots his bullet-free gun right at him. Click. Click. Click. Jimmy loves this and laughs loudly, "HA! HA!" I like Jimmy way better than Artificial Guy. Can he be a regular character? Or just make A.G. retarded; that will do fine. Jimmy leaves, with the FNGs saying things in his wake. "Real tough. Superboy."
Jimmy plays in the empty warehouse, fake flying and shadowboxing, baby. There's a sweet recorder playing. Jimmy laughs in staccato bursts. "HA! HA!" He's having a great time. Then Jimmy comes across a big old box of MX missiles! Whoa! This must be what the FNGs are paid to keep people away from. Jimmy has no use for missiles, and leaves to go play outside. Oh, if we could all be like Jimmy! John Lennon would be so happy for us.