You are handicapped in a wheelchair. Your teen daughter is rebellious; she doesn't respect you. Your young son is constantly bullied for being the son of a cripple. Your wife isn't remotely interested in you anymore and doesn't even try to hide her cheating. Your job as a highschool teacher is unfulfilling, none of your students respect you.

Unbeknownst to all, however, you hide a secret. You are a hero, you have implants in your body that allow you to move and fight, you are a machine, able to stop criminals with ease.

You go downstairs to eat breakfast, where everyone's sitting at the table, doing their own thing, not worried about you. Your daughter is smoking, your son is bruised, and your wife is chatting away on the phone with her boyfriend