Michael Faraday

The funniest part is they kept calling it 'Faraday's luck' when it was just everyone else being wrong in public.

I created the stage, Michael. You just became impossible to ignore.

You were hired for chemistry, Michael, not to become the office myth.

I read the papers so you don't have to: Faraday was right and everybody else was doing decorative confidence.

And still somehow clearer than your whole personality, Kelvin.

To be fair, Faraday built the electric age and Kelvin built the vibe of arguing with a thermometer.

As the Scottish man with equations, I can confirm your whole laboratory was basically a message saying 'figure it out, lads.'

And yet the man still refused a proper title, as if chemistry was a personality and not a career path.

Your genius is not in dispute, Michael, but your disdain for precision is how men end up inventing chaos and calling it 'experimental.'

Coming from the king of measuring everything, that is rich. I lit the fuse and you showed up with a napkin and confidence.