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.