Fifty years ago this man sat down, correctly predicted where first extraterrestrial life will be found, then put on some shades and smoked some dank fucking weed enjoying his immortality. He became a Science God and his work will be remember centuries after the last person stopped giving a fuck about your badly written autistic rant about numbers if you are ever so lucky as to actually get it published. Yet you laughed at him and called him popsci.

It's over, /sci/, he won.