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.