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I ask no questions, but receive a lot of answers. What am I?
When you stop and look you can always see me. If you try to touch you cannot feel me. I cannot move but as you near me I will move away from you.
I see what you see feel what you feel and hear what you hear. I know all of your moves before you make them. I even know the moves you didn't make.
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
One simple click, one simple flash. A piece of memory, for years I'll last. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?