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.