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.