"In summary; The ordering of the planets forms a secret message. No doubt left behind by some immensely powerful ancient beings. Today I have deciphered and shown that message to you!" It had been a long presentation, but he felt he nailed the finish. Although the last half hour was more of a mixed result, loud snoring from his only audience member was a large part of that. It had really screwed up his rhythm.
"Yes, yes, you're a nutcase." said his still slightly daised audience. He had woken up to the sound of air horns. Some kind of demonstration about how messages could be stored in short and long blasts of sound. Those long parts had really made an impression on him.
The audience continued. "Already knew that, got that memo and the presentation, unfortunately. You can stop with the sales pitch, and the air horns. Just tell me, why are you here?"
There was some scraping of hoofs, "....need to borrow your spaceship."
"No you don't, remember what happened to it last time?"
"Come on, that was one time."
"Wanted to watch a supernova was it? Did a bit more than scratch the paint, frankly I'm surprised you even survived and now you want to do that again?"
"No, didn't you listen to a word I said? Ancient civilization, secret message, come on!"
"Right, and no murder bots this time?"
"That hardly ever happens."
"Twice, it has happened twice!" With a deep sigh he took a look at his crazy friend. Then reached deep within and found forgiveness, in the hope that he might get to witness his friend making a very large and silly fool of himself. Preferable at the hand of some death robots for that sweet poetic justice. "Fine, I will let you borrow my spaceship."
"Wahoo!" It had been an unlikely victory, but a fine one.
"But I'm coming with you."
"What? But what if there are murder bots?"
"Yea, this time we check before if there is murder bots there. Not after landing and seeing them scramble all over the ship trying to get in."
They walked to the spaceship and prepared the necessary supplies, such as snacks.
"Alright, lets go. Where is this place anyway."
"I just showed you on this chart here. Look its here."
"Look like a bit of black to me."
"Of course it does, its in the middle of space!"
"So, most likely this is just a space trip to the middle of a nowhere. Where we will find nothing before going home?"
"No way, ancient beings, code. It's a 110% guaranteed chance!"
One 110% guarantee later; "Right, now we are here and there is nothing. Can we go home now?"
"You need to reduce your velocity and a little to the left."
"Okay done, now we are still and in the middle of nowhere. Can we go home now!?"
"Wait just a minute, I think I'm starting to hear it."
"Hear what?"
"The song, that's what we are looking for. The code talks about some strange song."
"Oh, you are just- hey you're right. You're actually right."
"You don't need to sound so surprised about that."
"Sssshhh, lets just listen."
It's not the journey, it is the destination. Or said another way; going up 4am to fly a couple of hours, suuuucks. Makes it much harder to write on the infernal cellphone.