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.