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.