Answer:
I was not born but I am here. I have no name but I am given many. I was made by science and life
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
What can you catch but not throw?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.