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.