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You’ve got arms of steel and the vision of a hawk.

The world is dishing out techno-madness and future fears like hotcakes, and you’re hungry as a bear.

You’re different – a paradox. A humanoid machine. On your wrist is a portal, don’t forget that. You’re no kid, and this TV ain’t playing cartoons.

When the clock starts to party, you’re there with an ice-cold brew, but you don’t even need a sip.

Be an untouchable time traveller, a predator of predictions, and a hunter of nostalgia. Time to be a Telemaster.