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.