I can be a star who wants to break free, I can be a planet in a sunny fleet, I can show you're sick with fever's heat, Some even saw me as a god with winged feet!

I have been around billions of years yet I cannot speak, but many people listen to my sweet music. To build a house under my canopy is to be oblivious. The stars are my parents. Though my parents died long before I was born. What am I?

I speak in dots, I sing in dashes, Across vast seas my signal flashes.

In the dawn of online, I was the one. I rode on modems restless hum, my kingdom was ruled by usernames and chat rooms. A web bound realm known for its chime, it took up a lot of our time.

I have a nose that can not sniff,And a tail that won’t wag,I have wings that never flap,And drink liquid, but never water. I was born of two brothers,In what was considered miraculous now seems quite mundane.