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.