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.