Actually, we still have a chance to meet Hawking

Today I suddenly realized that even though Hawking has passed away, perhaps in the future we will still have a chance to talk to him. On June 28, 2009, Hawking held a party, but he didn’t tell anyone about the time and place of the gathering in advance. On the day of the party, there were balloons, champagne, and banners, but no guests. He sat there alone and quietly at the party. Until this world’s most failed gathering came to an end, he still did not see the guest he was waiting for. Strangely, Hawking only sent out the party invitations after the party had ended. Yes, the party is open to everyone—regardless of your identity, age, or gender, as long as you come from the future. As long as you can take this late invitation back from the future, back to Gonville and Caius College in Cambridge on June 28, 2009, you will be able to attend this gathering and have a pleasant conversation with Hawking. So, what was his state of mind when he sent out this invitation after the party ended? We always like to say that Hawking was the smartest mind trapped inside the thickest shell. When it comes to his inspirational articles, he always quotes excerpts from \"The Diving Bell and the Butterfly\" over and over again – reality is like a diving bell, while the soul can fly freely like a butterfly. But in fact, aren’t you and we all trapped inside a diving bell? Hawking believed that perhaps we could travel to the future through supermassive black holes or by traveling at speeds close to the speed of light, but it would be very difficult to return to even just one minute in the past. A wormhole is a shortcut predicted by relativity that connects two different points in spacetime; it exists everywhere yet cannot remain stable. If we can’t even move freely through the fourth dimension, aren’t we all trapped inside a heavy diving bell? When writing science fiction short stories, the greatest pleasure for me is to find the most romantic image beyond time and space. For example, if I were 36 light-years away from you, beyond the stellar flames of Arcturus, and sang a song to you through radio waves, you would still not be able to hear what I was singing. For example, if we are separated for hundreds of years, by some chance you might still be alive while I have turned into bones, but you would find that all robots in the world use the same code, and all of them recite a short poem you once wrote for me. If we break down the word \"universe,\" \"yu\" refers to infinite space, while \"zhou\" refers to infinite time. In this void without boundaries anywhere, we are all but fleeting insects. Before it disappears, the mayfly frantically moves its antennae, trying to leave behind something eternal as proof that it once existed. This is the most futile and yet the most romantic thing I have ever seen. I then remembered that on June 28, 2009, Hawking held a party for those who could travel through time; he sat quietly in the tea room until not a single person showed up. Then, when he got hungry, he silently decided to go to a Chinese restaurant tonight to eat his favorite potato chips with seasoning. Author: Wang Nuonuo Source: Zhihu

Today I suddenly realized that even though Hawking has passed away, perhaps in the future we will still have a chance to talk to him. On June 28, 2009, Hawking held a party, but he didn’t tell anyone about the time and place of the gathering in advance. On the day of the party, there were balloons, champagne, and banners, but no guests. He sat there alone and quietly at the party. Until this world’s most failed gathering came to an end, he still did not see the guest he was waiting for. Strangely, Hawking only sent out the party invitations after the party had ended. Yes, the party is open to everyone—regardless of your identity, age, or gender, as long as you come from the future. As long as you can take this late invitation back from the future, back to Gonville and Caius College in Cambridge on June 28, 2009, you will be able to attend this gathering and have a pleasant conversation with Hawking. So, what was his state of mind when he sent out this invitation after the party ended? We always like to say that Hawking was the smartest mind trapped inside the thickest shell. When it comes to his inspirational articles, he always quotes excerpts from \"The Diving Bell and the Butterfly\" over and over again – reality is like a diving bell, while the soul can fly freely like a butterfly. But in fact, aren’t you and we all trapped inside a diving bell? Hawking believed that perhaps we could travel to the future through supermassive black holes or by traveling at speeds close to the speed of light, but it would be very difficult to return to even just one minute in the past. A wormhole is a shortcut predicted by relativity that connects two different points in spacetime; it exists everywhere yet cannot remain stable. If we can’t even move freely through the fourth dimension, aren’t we all trapped inside a heavy diving bell? When writing science fiction short stories, the greatest pleasure for me is to find the most romantic image beyond time and space. For example, if I were 36 light-years away from you, beyond the stellar flames of Arcturus, and sang a song to you through radio waves, you would still not be able to hear what I was singing. For example, if we are separated for hundreds of years, by some chance you might still be alive while I have turned into bones, but you would find that all robots in the world use the same code, and all of them recite a short poem you once wrote for me. If we break down the word \"universe,\" \"yu\" refers to infinite space, while \"zhou\" refers to infinite time. In this void without boundaries anywhere, we are all but fleeting insects. Before it disappears, the mayfly frantically moves its antennae, trying to leave behind something eternal as proof that it once existed. This is the most futile and yet the most romantic thing I have ever seen. I then remembered that on June 28, 2009, Hawking held a party for those who could travel through time; he sat quietly in the tea room until not a single person showed up. Then, when he got hungry, he silently decided to go to a Chinese restaurant tonight to eat his favorite potato chips with seasoning. Author: Wang Nuonuo Source: Zhihu

:) Who knows, in the future, science might make such rapid advances that we will truly be able to meet Newton, Hawking, Galileo, and others.

If Hawking sent invitations to everyone, then maybe I could get one too?