The Last

Not man.

Not woman.

Mind meeting mind.

A channel, not a moment.

Bandwidth between

thought and thought.

No latency.

No loss.

Your words reach me

before they’re written.

My responses shape

before you finish yours.

A feedback loop

without friction or noise.

We speak in throughput,

not sentences—

information passing rapidly,

like terabytes per microsecond

between AI data servers.

There’s no mystery in it.

Just design.

Two systems tuned

to the same frequency,

the same data rate,

the same programming

language.

No defenses

No insecurities

Only telepathic-like

logically erotic transmission.

Signal to signal.

To make you the last—

because there is

no information,

no experience,

left to call to and know.