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.