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.