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I am a type of weapon for SCI-FI characters
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many womenβs eyes.
I can wake you up in the morning but I require no electricity or winding. What am I?
What can travel around the world while staying in a corner?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?