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.