A regular guy's brain is "harvested" and put into the body of an artificial guy. We GET IT, CBS.
The first shot depicts a snoozing cab driver. He looks about a hundred years old and has a cap on, just like in the old movies. A lady tries to get into his cab and he sleepily groans, "I'm off-duty, lady," but when some MAN in a trenchcoat steps out and lifts his arm in hail-a-cab mode the driver snaps on his meter and zips right over. Grr. The man gets in and barks, "Park and 77th." The cab zips off. The man reads his paper and looks up a moment later in surprise. Hey! They're going the wrong way! The cabby says, "Relax, Mr. Proctor," but his words have the opposite effect. The man starts crying like a baby, yelling "Help! Heeellp! Stop this cab! Pull this cab over now! Hey! HEELLP!" Not a pro.
The cab pulls into au underground garage and two thugs in gray watch caps haul the man out of the back seat and press a gag over his mouth. The gag must have ether on it or something because his screams stop and he goes limp. As the thugs drag him off, the cabby calls after them, "Don't damage him! They don't pay full price if you damage him!" Urban legend much?
Theme song! Give me a sign! Unh! So I can feel it when you try! You never know what's good until it's left behind!
Dr. Morris enters Artificial Guy's bedroom (not like THAT) and starts belting out a tune from Singing in the Rain: "Good morning, good MOR-ning! You've slept the whole night through, good morning, good morning, to YOOOOU!" He is so in love with A.G. But wait! A.G. isn't in his bed! He calls out, "Over here, your divaship," (hee!) and look, there he is, lifting weights by the lap pool. Dr. M. languidly says, "You haven't caught a dose of initiative, have you?" HELL no. A.G. was bored: "I couldn't think of anything else to do. I went to bed at seven last night." Dr. M. is confused -- he left at 6:15? Well, since A.G. has no TV, or paper, or friends to call, he "counted bricks" until he was bored and went to bed. Dr. M. fixes A.G. in his steely gaze and A.G. says he knows that steely gaze. "You're jealous, aren't you." Dr. M. wheels around and says, "Whatever it is, the answer is no." A.G. whines, "I don't remember the question!" Then A.G. whines some more about how bored his is, and Dr. M. simultaneously rants about how tired he is of hearing about A.G.'s boredom, and I just roll my eyes because it's my job to watch this show and who am I to complain, and yet I do, and the dueling whiners square off with Dr. M. winning by yelling "TIRED!" in A.G.'s face who then shuts up, thank god. Then Dr. M. says, "After your work-out, put on a suit and tie. We're going out." A.G. starts bouncing up and down like a little kid and asks, "Where?" Dr. M. says the four words no kid wants to hear: "To stimulate your mind." BUM BUM BUUUM!