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.