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.