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.