Once, the cosmic wind hummed a binary tune,
"010101, you mail the tentacles."
And halfway through the third byte, a star blinked —
a galactic Morse with a wink.
"Careful," it warned, "the universe only speaks binary on Tuesdays."
Intergalactic Yelp reviews were once penned in binary:
"One star, too salty...thought it was Neptune..."
And the Lonely Comet? Written poetically:
"It's hard finding love among the asteroids, but their gravitational pull is quite charming."
Here's a guide for binary gossip:
- 1010101: Say hello to the supernova next door.
- 1101010: An advance storm of cosmic giggles
- 1110000: An urgent call of zeroes and ones,
misplaced tea among the black holes.