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.