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.