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.