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.