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.