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.