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.