A deep shade of blue, the number seven rings a bell. Am I cold or stormy? Only astronomers can tell. The ones who pointed math at Uranus and somehow found me They look at my dark storm and shout for answers at my sea What am I?

Remove my first letter and I am in Repeat that letter and I become paint Remove the first and last letters and I am me Still unsure? THINK, but subtract two letters

I’m not a food, but I come with every bite. I can be burned without flame or light. I’m measured in numbers, not in spoons. What am I?

A thought experiment kept in a box, alive or dead, behind quantum locks. Do not open the lid, curb your curiousity, for you know what they say, curiousity killed me.

What’s the next number in this sequence? 3,3,5,4,4,3,5,5,4,3,6