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.