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.