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.