The chair squeaked as he leaned back and glanced at the computer screen. Behind a pair of black sunglasses hid two different colored eyes, one grey, the other blue. He had been surfing through several blog and chat rooms, memorizing web addresses, home addresses, phone numbers, whatever seemed to catch his eye as important. Closing his eyes, he ran his fingers through the shoulder length blonde hair on his head. MSN messenger popped up with a msg from someone. He didn't even have to look or touch the keyboard. He knew what it said, and he could reply without even lifting a finger. Now this was power. Being able to access technology without having it seemed like the best thing that could ever happen to him. Of course, he didn't know how it happened, or even if he could have done it when he was younger.. Only recently did he just feel the machine in his mind. Now he would hone this ability and put it to the use for what's right. Not like the scumbags he had to deal with while he grew up on the streets, he'd actually help people.
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