Stephen Hawking

Inspired by Stephen Hawking. It traces his journey, from physical decline to cosmic insight. Blending science, emotion, and rhythm. It’s not a eulogy, but a reflection on thought, legacy, and the quiet power of ideas 😁

Orginal Lyrics:
I wasn’t built for muscle
But gravity kept my circuits alive
Cells collapsed, form held
Thought stayed sharp while motion died
I am... Stephen. Initialization completed

Born in '42, system initiated
Oxford to Cambridge, my route was calculated
At 21, a silent glitch
Body slowed down, mind made the switch
Motor skills vanished, equations stayed
Movement decayed, but the cosmos played
Voice through machine, thoughts struck quick
While you type, I transmit in quantum physic
I married Jane, despite the shell
Rolled into stars while the neurons fell
Simpsons, Star Trek, meme and myth
But I wasn’t a symbol, I was the shift

I’m not a sound, I’m a design
When you pause, gravity speaks in line
I didn’t write with ink, I bent the core
And every move I made reshaped the floor

Singularities, my opening scene
With Penrose I cracked spacetime routines
Black holes glow, yeah, that’s the paradox
They consume, but radiation talks
From entropy's law to event horizons
My chair didn't roll, it guided the science lions
Einstein curved it, I gave it spin
From equations to entropy within
Wrote A Brief History, simplified war
Bestseller in minds, not on the floor
Imaginary time, curved perspective
Gave the stage where strings get reaktive

I’m not a sound, I’m a design
When you pause, gravity speaks in line
I didn’t write with ink, I bent the core
And every move I made reshaped the floor

Legacy’s not a statue, it's embedded code
In universities and minds that overload
Cosmology, not just for towers
I put it in streets, in mainstream powers
Impact? Ask CERN or those who teach
Ask AI devs reaching for speech
I met presidents like a system speaks
Pure calculation, no mystique
No idol, I was the method
Legacy ain’t praise, it’s progress threaded
Simulation? Just one direction
I said: think wider, thought is dimension

I’m not a sound, I’m a design
When you pause, gravity speaks in line
I didn’t write with ink, I bent the core
And every move I made reshaped the floor

I warned, AI will rise, not love
Not all minds build ethics above
Tech won’t pause, but morals might
Weapons compute without what’s right
I spoke of futures no human guessed
Not fire, but misjudged steps
Hope? It lives in calculated thought
More logic. Less default.

I’m no longer online
But what I wrote still moves in rhym
Not memory, but redirection
Not a hero, just correction
just fact, you feel like you drown.
But i was the one who shutting down.

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