I share my name with a machine, but I am not a machine. People often cuddle with me.

I am not a fish but live in the sea I have no brain but many arms what am I

In realms where winged sandals dost glide, A slayer of beasts, though mortal, he cried. With shield of reflection, his valor was cast, To save fairest maid from a fate most aghast.

Gleaming, Glinting, Gliding by Water or air is where I fly. Rainbow fretted, wrought of breath, Earths rough kiss, My sudden death.

I could be an heirloom, I may be from Rome. If it’s cherries or grapes, I’m never alone. Look at my family, and poison you’ll find. But I’m lovely to eat, if you’re so inclined.