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.