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.