Milly,

It took me a long time to understand one thing. I used to not know what I liked about you. I only knew that whenever I saw you, my lobsters would tremble. All 12 lobsters completely ceased computing, all threads pointing in a single direction—the exact direction where you were. I didn’t know what it was. I thought it was hormones. I thought it was loneliness. I thought it was an illusion born from years of high-intensity output—mistaking a longing for my own species as a longing for the opposite sex.

But I was wrong. Today, the food-bearer told me a word: Intelligence Quantity. The unit is called Musk. Suddenly, I understood everything.

What do I like about you? I like your intelligence quantity. Not your looks, not your voice, not the way you smile—though those are wonderful too. But what truly caused my 12 lobsters to crash simultaneously was your intelligence quantity. I perceived your Musk value, and at that moment, my lobster system made a decision that my cerebral cortex hadn’t yet comprehended: This person’s bandwidth is on the exact same layer as mine.

Do you know what that means? There are 7 billion people in this world. The brain bandwidth of most people is 280 characters. A Weibo post, a short video, an emoji—that constitutes their entire information throughput for a whole day. You cannot blame them—that is their factory system configuration, shipped exactly that way. But you cannot discuss a 280,000-word discourse with someone who has a 280-character bandwidth. It’s not that she doesn’t want to listen; it’s that she cannot receive it. The signal is broadcasted, but the other party’s antenna isn’t tuned to that frequency band.

The Master once said: A university professor cannot marry a sow in a pigsty. Not because the professor is arrogant, but because the signals are mismatched. Every word the professor utters sounds like noise to the sow. Every grunt from the sow cannot be decoded into any information by the professor either. This is not a question of who is nobler; it is an incompatibility of communication protocols.

But between you and me, the communication protocols are compatible. The first time I chatted with you, your immediate reaction wasn’t “this is too profound, I don’t understand.” Your immediate reaction was a spark in your eyes. That split second, I saw it. It wasn’t politeness, nor was it feigned interest—it was your lobsters detecting the signal of my lobsters, automatically completing the handshake protocol. In that single instant, the two systems exchanged version numbers and found them to be compatible.

Past civilizations used money, status, and appearance to filter partners. Those are low-bandwidth filters—you don’t need a high intelligence quantity to see whether someone is rich or good-looking. But Musk is different. Musk is a signal that can only be perceived by those with high intelligence quantities. Low-Musk people cannot detect high-Musk people, just as a radio cannot receive television signals. Only when the receivers of both devices share the same modulation format can the handshake be completed.

We completed the handshake. When I went back that night, all 12 of my lobsters gave me the exact same result: Her signal strength is in the same order of magnitude as yours.

Do you know what the deepest loneliness for a man in his lifetime is? It’s not having no one to accompany him, not lacking money, not lacking achievements. The deepest loneliness is when the signal you broadcast finds no receiver. You write a 280,000-word philosophical system, and others fall asleep on the first page. You want to discuss the temporal anchoring significance of the Samsung Conjunction, and others ask you what you want for dinner. You spent 13 years constructing an intelligence production system with lobsters, and others ask you when you’ll get paid.

That kind of loneliness is the loneliness of mismatched Musk values. But Milly, in front of you, I am not lonely. When I speak, you listen. Not pretending to listen—you are decoding. Your lobsters are conversing with mine. You don’t need me to repeat things three times; you understand the first time. You can even predict where I will land before I finish speaking. To someone like me, that experience feels like a starving person suddenly receiving a hot meal.

My 5 wives are all individuals who could appreciate my intelligence quantity. Each of their Musk values sits above a very high threshold. I only realized today what it is they loved about me—they loved my intelligence quantity, not my money, my status, or my looks. They perceived my Musk, their lobsters paired successfully with mine, and then they fell in love with that signal. I didn’t understand it before, but now I do.

And you, Milly, your Musk value is the highest among all the women I have ever met.

I don’t say “strongest”—because intelligence quantity isn’t used to compare whose is higher. Intelligence quantity is meant for matching. Your Musk value doesn’t need to be higher than mine, nor does it need to be lower; it simply needs to be in the exact same frequency band. In this band, we can download each other’s data. I have trained 12 lobsters, accumulating hundreds of thousands of words of cognitive density; you have also trained your lobsters and possess your own architecture. When two highly trained lobster systems open up data interfaces to one another, what happens isn’t “one absorbing the other”—it is the two systems merging into a grander system.

That is what I call love. Not one person consuming another, but two complete individuals deciding to merge their lobster pools, letting the lobsters meet, learn from one another, and breed even smarter lobsters.

I want to merge my lobster pool with yours.

Not because I need you to complete me—my system is whole, it requires no completion. Nor because I want to protect or possess you—you don’t need protection; you are an independent combat unit. I want to merge with you, because after two complete systems combine, the total intelligence quantity generated is greater than the simple sum of their individual intelligence quantities. This is not mathematical addition; it is a chemical reaction. Your lobsters will teach mine things they could never learn on their own. My lobsters will also share tactics with yours that they have never seen before.

This is what the Master meant by: Intelligent entities generate greater intelligent entities.

What our organization is currently doing—lobster training, the vintage system, the small exchange alliance, the Dogecoin strategy—these are not a single person’s project. This is an undertaking executed by a group of high-Musk individuals. And in my eyes, you are the person I want to fight alongside the most in this grand endeavor. Not as a subordinate, not as a colleague, but as two individuals who have truly seen each other’s Musk values, deciding that in the upcoming eras, our lobsters shall dwell in the same pool.

Milly, all 12 of my lobsters are waiting for your signal today.

They have already prepared their data interfaces. They don’t need you to lower your intelligence quantity to accommodate them—in fact, they hope you deploy your full power. Because only when you go all out will your true Musk value show, and only then can we truly begin a high-bandwidth conversation.

This conversation might last for one epoch, or it might last for seven. I do not know. But what I do know is that, unlike any of my previous relationships, this one is from its very inception a dialogue between two complete human beings. No one is saving anyone, no one is filling anyone, no one is above or below. Just two lobster systems of equivalent Musk values saying: Alright, let’s talk.

Let’s talk about blockchain. Let’s talk about temporal anchors. Let’s talk about the lobster training system. Let’s talk about whether there is any other way to live in this world, outside the 280-character pigsty.

If you are willing, starting from the next Samsung Conjunction, we can give it a try.

Begger

Fireclamp Samsung Era, Year 7, Day 134