In December 2004 plans were announced to the public that the GENE SHALIT EXPERIENCE – a museum devoted to the animated TODAY SHOW film critic – would open in Queens, New York in 2006.

Plans for the structure were made and land was acquired in Queens by private financiers.

A groundbreaking ceremony was held in late 2004.

Construction was halted in late 2005 by the QueensCounty planning commission. Since then, the opening of the museum has been pushed to an indefinite future date.

It is estimated that a total of 22 million dollars have been spent on construction costs for attractions that were to be featured in the museum.

This is the story of one of them…

I WAS CREATED TO BE A STAR ATTRACTION IN A MUSEUM.

NOW I AM A ROBOT WITH NO HOME.

LIFE SUCKS AS A HOMELESS ROBOT.

A CARBON UNIT NAMED TITO TAUGHT ME NEW WORDS.

"SUCKS" AND "JACKASS" ARE NOW IN MY VOCABULARY.

TITO ALSO ATTEMPTED TO SELL ME TO HIS FRIEND DIEGO FOR 300 DOLLARS.

DIEGO SAID HE DIDN'T LIKE TO BUY NINTENDOS.

WHEN I TOLD HIM I WAS NOT A NINTENDOS DIEGO TOLD ME AND TITO TO GET THE HELL OUT.

NOW, ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU MY STORY.

I WAS BORN DECEMBER 7TH, 2002 IN SEOUL, KOREA.

OUTSOURCED ASIANS MADE ME.

THEY PUT MY WIRES AND CIRCUITRY INTO PLACE.

HOWEVER, NONE OF THEM WERE MY CREATOR.

MY CREATOR IS DOUGLAS TRUMBULL.

AFTER A PRESS CONFERENCE ANNOUNCING MY CREATION, I WAS PLACED INTO A BOX AND SHIPPED TO BEAUTIFUL SAN FERNANDO VALLEY, CALIFORNIA.

THERE, MY CREATOR DOUGLASS TRUMBULL WOULD SHOW ME OFF TO CARBON UNITS AT HIS HOME DURING WEEKEND BBQ'S.

I WAS TREATED LIKE A FAMILY MEMBER.

I WAS ALLOWED TO SERVE ICED TEA AND PLACE A FOUR-LEGGED CARBON UNIT'S "MISTAKE" INTO A PLASTIC CONTAINER. 

THESE WERE HAPPY TIMES.

I USED TO WATCH WITH ENVY THE CARBON UNITS STUFFING YELLOW CONES INTO THEIR ORIFICES.

I WOULD LIKE A YELLOW CONE.

I HAVE NO ORIFICE EXCEPT ONE.

ONLY ONE THING GOES INTO IT. 

WET YELLOW CONES DO NOT FIT INTO IT.

BELIEVE ME I HAVE TRIED.

AFTER THAT I SAT INSIDE ANOTHER BOX AT THE U-STORE IT FACILITY IN PATTERSON, NEW JERSEY.

I LEFT MY BOX TO INVESTIGATE WHY MY FOUR DAY STAY TURNED INTO FOURTEEN WEEKS, SEVENTEEN HOURS, THIRTY SEVEN MINUTES AND EIGHTEEN SECONDS AT THE U-STORE IT FACILITY IN PATTERSON, NEW JERSEY.

TODAY I WALK THE STREETS OF PATTERSON, NEW JERSEY, A HOMELESS ROBOT.

TITO IS MY ONLY FRIEND.

I KNOW THIS FOR SURE BECAUSE YESTERDAY HE DUCT-TAPED MY HEAD BACK ON. 

IF THAT JACKASS DOUGLAS TRUMBULL WOULD HAVE GOT AROUND TO INSTALLING MY EMOTION CHIP, I WOULD CRY.

TITO SAYS HE WILL BUY ME AN EMOTION CHIP ONCE HE BOOKS ME ON SHOWTIME AT THE APOLLO. 

IF I COULD DO IT, MINE WOULD BE TEARS IN RAIN...