I’m never the one who pulls the trigger or swings the knife, Yet without me most murders would never take place, The law hunts me just as hard as the killer himself, And the second I talk, my partner hangs in disgrace.

I was born the day computers first learned to think, Engineers hunt me with coffee and desperate rage, Grace Hopper taped the very first one in her logbook, I make billion-dollar machines crash for a single missing page.

My color says I’m innocent, but not all agree. I can build up and tear down, based on the angle you see. If you use me, you may lose me, if you add complexity.

Spaghetti I eat, bad robots I slay. I work with aliens every darn day. Rocks I punch, a career gone South. Keep my wife's name out your bleeping mouth.

I am whispered into crowds and roar alone; I can lift someone up or tear them down without hands. What am I?