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.