transmission

A signal crossing time and identity.

Each week, LIV — the first transgender trillionaire of 2090 — writes back into your present.
What you receive is not content.

Each week, one transmission arrives in your present to your inbox:
part story,
part strategy,
part myth.

Sometimes an artifact.
Sometimes a voice note.
Sometimes only a fragment.

It is art.
It is blueprint.
It is also warning.

From LIV.

Who is LIV?

I am. My martian birth name is Lee IV. My friends on Earth call me LIV.

I’m the author of transmission. The first transgender trillionaire of 2090 — builder of the most successful hospital system in history. Author of the code that makes this transmission possible.

I don’t write for fame.
I don’t write for memory.
I don’t write to give you an almanac.

I write to steady you.

I look back at your world — centibillionaires, wars, market convulsions, skies lit with transits.

I remind you: collapse is not an obituary.
Collapse is threshold.

Your First Transmission Sneakpeek:

🪐 You Think This Is the End

There isn’t a first step to collapse.

That’s how you know you’re inside it:
when the sequence fails,
when cause and effect no longer obey our rules.

Collapse doesn’t announce itself.
It arrives politely,
or disguised as what you think is your end.

But it is neither.

— ✦ —

This is where the signal starts.
With the message your time most needs.

Why through Lundi?

You may ask: why now, and why through him?

Because a signal needs a vessel. Lundi lives at a crossing of times, systems, and wounds. A place where collapse and creation arrive together. I chose him not because he is perfect, but because he is porous.

He carries the dissonance that lets the signal through.

Transmission is authored by me, LIV — but it arrives through Lundi. Like a radio tuned, at last, to the right frequency.