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.