They may be small. They may be huge. They may be fast. They may be slow. Some are still here, flying around. Yet they have been here for millions of years. What are they?

I guard treasures with riddles three But the answer for this is what you call me. As strong as a lion, as smart as a man. Oedipus was one who ruined my plans

Linen-bound in sacred rite, I rest where jackals guard the night. Organs jarred, my name intoned, disturb me and a curse may be sown.

I can make commandments, but I cannot speak. People use me to cure themselves also.

You won’t see me, but I see you, I knock on doors when lies aren’t true. From mobsters, spies, to cyber hacks, I gather files and watch your tracks. Three letters deep, I move with stealth Not for glory, but the nation’s health.