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.