If you want my return then toss me aside but with greater care I'll bag you a hare.

I see no color, name, or fame, I balance truth and bear no blame. Scales and law are my disguise. What am I before your eyes?

We go marching one by one. One of us stops to suck his thumb, afraid of what's to come. The seven left, pray to heaven. Those who were late guard the gate. While a ruler remains watching us live and die to create more like us to take our places

I can store data but have no brain, I float in the sky but feel no pain, Who am I ?

I have fingers, but cannot hold. I brave the chill, yet feel no cold. I come in pairs, a matching sight, shielding touch from winter's bite. What am I?