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.