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.