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.