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.