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.