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.