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.