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.