Searching for pleasure, endorphins, or something like that?

True Love wasn’t born from a business plan. It came out of a conversation among three friends, days before an NFT festival in Mérida, Yucatán, and it brought us joy from the very first moment, even though joy wasn’t the point. That was enough. We started dreaming up an algorithm that could search for the Dead Ringers wallets, and that’s the moment the name True Love came to mind.

If we ever found one, we wouldn’t just be famous for discovering an impossible artwork, made by one of the most iconic generative artists in the NFT world. We’d also have produced the single most-talked-about proof of luck in the history of cryptography: a real hit, on a network carrying more than a trillion dollars, using the exact same Keccak-256 hashing every Ethereum wallet depends on. It wouldn’t mean anything is broken. A hit that improbable is exactly what the math says will eventually happen to someone. But it would still be real. Still verifiable. Still the best story crypto art has ever told.

Searching for Dead Ringers is a good excuse to talk about how Ethereum wallets actually get generated, about Dmitri’s work, about NFTs, and about Dead Ringers itself, which we think is one of the most important pieces in crypto art, art that couldn’t have existed before distributed ledgers. That’s real educational value, for anyone curious what this technology makes possible.

It’s deeply human to search for things like that: perfect love, treasure under the sea, every other utopia we’ve ever chased in philosophy, in society, in daily life. Chasing something that answers to neither logic nor rational odds is where humans play a role nothing else in the known universe plays. That’s where we think True Love pays tribute to something human, to a beautiful part of the human condition. We do it by pouring real resources into a search that is, by design, absolutely lost.

We believe algorithms and AI will keep gaining ground over human free will, making better decisions, backed by statistics: what Harari calls irrelevance. That’s exactly where we think humans stay relevant: we’re the only ones capable of acting against the odds, in the place a machine would freeze chasing efficiency, and a human dives in headfirst.

I’m certain that in a universe oscillating between the deterministic and the probabilistic, there will always be an incalculable place where only this daring, audacious, absurd human spirit belongs.