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.