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.