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.