My name is Benedict Thompson and I am a superhero. WIth a single Touch, I can read an item's past. I can tell who used that pen before you, I can describe how that shoe was made and I can describe everything that has been done on that motel room bed. Not every superpower is a blessing Benedict hasn't been the same since he returned home from Iraq but he's getting better. He's working more, he's getting out of the house more and he's building a life for himself. If that wasn't good enough, the quality of Netflix's original shows keep getting better and better. This is Ben Bliss. When a mysterious teenage girl shows up at his door, begging for his help, Ben can't say no. Suddenly, he is now her protector, defending her from drug cartels and the Visegar Company. Ben's in over his head. He's outmanned, outgunned and out of options. How do you protect somebody when the odds are stacked against you? He already misses his TV

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