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.