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.