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.