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.