If Daedalus could build functional wings out of the debris strewn about in the Labyrinth, why couldn’t he just build a goddamned minotaur-killing machine?
Well, the truth is, that was his first project.
He gathered up the bones of the minotaur’s victims, wood, wax, feathers, and twine.
From these, he fashioned an elaborate minotaur-killing war eagle.
Winding up the device, it thrashed and flapped about.
Then, it flew out of the Labyrinth.
“Well, shit, Dad,” said Icarus. “I hope there’s material left for us.”
As we all know the story, there was.
Just not enough left over for emergency parachutes.