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.