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Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
What building has the most stories?
I have a mouth on my head and eat everything.
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?