The mechanics
The mechanics
The best track record in the market belongs to a man who has not moved since 1987. Below is the machine that lets you claim a slice of it, daily.
fee(trade) → stonks to holders + team · and the launchpad burns $MORT
The split is the only thing the fee router can do. It was written once, deployed once, and no key exists that can re-route it. The burn is not ours to run: the launchpad does it on every trade.
$MORT is a fixed-supply token launched on a bonding-curve launchpad, whose pool locks for good at graduation. Every trade, buy or sell, pays a 1.30% fee in USDC. Of every dollar traded, 0.35% lands in the engine as the creator's share, 0.20% buys $MORT and burns it (the launchpad does that itself, for the life of the token), and the rest runs the launchpad. The engine splits its 0.35% by one immutable rule, then does the same thing tomorrow, and every day after that.
Where the engine's 0.35% of every dollar traded goes
And the 80% in Stonks splits again
The yellers' share is claimable every day. Mort's Account opens only to a key, and only after a public timelock. The burn runs outside this box: 0.20% of every trade, bought and destroyed by the launchpad, larger than any burn leg we could have funded ourselves.
Four gears. Mort runs none of them. It turns anyway.
Every buy and every sell, bullish or bearish, pays the same 0.35% into the engine and the same 0.20% into the burn. The machine has no opinion about direction.
Once a day, the fee pot buys whatever the holders voted for, on-chain, price-checked against a public oracle bound, in the open.
85% of the buy is claimable by that day's yellers. In parallel, the launchpad buys $MORT off the open market with 0.20% of every trade and burns it, every transaction public.
An asset-collecting token with a shrinking supply is a reason to arrive and a reason not to leave. More holders, more trades, and the wheel is back at 01.
Nobody has to spin it. Fees fund it, contracts run it, and a dead man fronts it. There is no lever inside the engine to stop the loop.
Stake $MORT and name a ticker from the admitted list. Day one that is USDC, EURC and cirBTC; tokenized stocks join through a public timelock the day they land on-chain. Voting power is your time-weighted staked balance, counted from your yell to the close, so a last-second buy or a flash loan counts for almost nothing. Conviction is the only whale strategy that works here.
Winner takes the whole day. A tie goes to whichever ticker got there first. If nobody yells, Mort holds dollars. Classic. The streak never breaks, and a dead boomer defaulting to cash is the joke.
A permissionless keeper buys the winning asset, TWAP'd over several minutes, every chunk capped and price-checked against an oracle bound, so it can't be cleanly front-run. On a dollar day there is nothing to buy: the fees are simply routed as they are. Funded from accrued fees, so it runs whether or not anyone traded that day.
85% of the buy is claimable by the day's yellers under the same time-weighted rule. 15% goes to Mort's Account. No rebalance, no take-profit, no admin.
Every claim on this page is a contract you can read, not a promise you have to believe. Mort cannot rug you. He cannot do anything. That is the entire premise.
The split, the 85/15, and the daily loop are immutable: no admin key, no upgrade switch, no pause button. Written once, deployed once, source verified on the block explorer for anyone to read. The one thing an operator can do is point the engine at the launchpad's claim function, and every change to that after the first waits out a 3-day public timelock.
Daily buys are executed by a permissionless keeper anyone on earth can run, and every buy is price-checked against a public oracle bound. Nobody can point the order book at a friend.
The asset list only ever grows, and every addition waits out a 3-day public timelock. The only key over the list can propose new tickers. It cannot remove one, redirect one, or touch a single dollar of the flow.
Liquidity locks at graduation. Mort's Account, the 15%, can only ever move one way: to one fixed address, after a 30-day countdown that starts in public, where everyone can watch it tick.
Stake $MORT and yell once a day. Your time-weighted stake is your exact slice of that day's holder cut, claimable into your own wallet. Thirty seconds of shouting at a dead man, daily. He will not hear you. Your slice shows up anyway.
0.20% of every trade buys $MORT off the open market and burns it, run by the launchpad, priced against a 30-minute average so nobody can steer it, every transaction public. Supply never goes up, and every burn takes it down. It is the machine paying respect to everyone still seated.
Buy, sell, size up, size down: every single trade, yours included, pays the same 0.35% into the engine and the same 0.20% into the burn. There is no way to touch this token without turning the wheel.