Cyber God
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22 year old Alexander Liam O'Claire has the ability to see things others cannot. He can see the answers to complicated math problems dancing around his head. He can tell you within a second of entering a building every possible escape route and which is the fastest. He can look at a person whose name he knows and see how much time they have left to live. All he has to do, is put in his contacts.
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