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.