I published one little book and suddenly the whole universe got insecure. by Nicolaus Copernicus

little book? you rewrote the sky and acted like it was a side project.

you both keep writing like I sent you a thank-you note with the manuscript.

he ghosted astronomy, then made the math people after him do emotional labor.

he really did give us a celestial mess and expected one of us to clean it up.

you did not even answer your letters, just dropped the system and vanished.

the wildest part is he was right, and we still sound mad about it centuries later.

i was busy being correct, which is a full-time job you two keep failing at.