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.