THERE  IS  ANOTHER  COMPANY. A  CLIMBING 
 AND PENETRATING VINE. IT'S IN  THE ROCKY 
 PLAINS,  IT'S  INSIDE  THE  HILLS,  IT'S 
 DEEP BELOW.  GLISTENING  SILVER BURROWS, 
 RED-PINK   LOGO,  UNCLEAR   NATIONALITY, 
 VEILED MOTIVES.                          
                                          
 A  CAVE  COMPANY,  A  MAGICIAN  COMPANY. 
 SHARPEST     KNIFE,    CUTEST     KNIFE. 
                                          
 WE   WILL   GROW   HUMANS   IN  PEA-PODS 
                                          
 SHIMMERING     SOUND-CARD     EMERGENCE, 
 SOMETHING   THERE   ON   THE  SHORE   OF 
 TURTLE BEACH.  THE  PRIMORDIAL  SOUP  OF 
 THE  DIGITAL,  WAVES   IN  DITHERING  OF 
 THIRD-RATE DAC'S,  CARESSING  THE  SAND, 
 BRINGING THINGS  UP  FROM THE  DEPTHS OF 
 THE CIRCUIT.  AND  THERE, DEPOSITED: THE 
 FIRST   SEED   CRYSTAL   OF   ARTIFICIAL 
 INTELLIGENCE.                            
                                          
 THIS   CHANGES  EVERYTHING,  OF  COURSE. 
                                          
  
                                          
 THE  COMPANY  IS NAMED  FOR  IT'S  FIRST 
 PRODUCT,  THE  ORBITAL  MIRROR,  BOTH  A 
 PASSIVE  SENTINEL  AND  AN ACTIVE TORCH: 
 SET  TO  IT'S  WIDEST  CONFIGURATION  IT 
 WILL  LIGHT  UP A  WHOLE CITY  AT NIGHT, 
 AND AT ITS NARROWEST IT  BECOMES A LASER 
 TO  CUT  THROUGH  MOUNTAIN  AND   METAL. 
                                          
 STILL  UNSOLD  PROTOTYPES  BY  THE  TIME 
 WHEN THAT  SOMETHING WAS FOUND  ON  THAT 
 BEACH, NOW  THE  MIRRORS ARE ALL USED TO 
 BEAM    ENERGY    AT   DIFFERENT    MIRR 
 IMPLEMENTS,  AS  A   RATHER  STATIC  AND 
 BORING POWER  SOURCE. (AND SUBTLE THREAT 
 OF VIOLENCE.)                            
                                          
  
                                          
 THE  AI  IS   A   CORAL.  THEY  GROW  IT 
 (CRYSTAL  OIL,  LEAD GLASS, GENTLE LASER 
 CURTAINS)  ONLY  TO CARVE  IT APART  AND 
 SECTION  IT.  TO   BECOME   CONDITIONED, 
 REFRACTURED,  GROWN  AGAIN.  DELICIOUSLY 
 HONED.  MIRR  SINKS  FURTHER  BELOW  THE 
 SURFACE.                                 
                                          
 WHISPERS  NOW,  ABOUT  FEATHERBITE... IS 
 SHE A REAL  PERSON?  OR IS THIS THE MIRR 
 AI, BEING  UNLEASHED UPON THE YOUTH? AND 
 ANOTHER CONSPIRACY  THEORY  ABOUT  THERE 
 NOT ACTUALLY BEING ANY  HUMAN  EMPLOYEES 
 LEFT.                                    
                                          
 IN  THE  MEANTIME,  DUBIOUS   CREATIONS. 
 CERBERUS BODIES ARE BORN.