A transparent haze coalesced across the terminus of the Feed, mold on an 
overripe strawberry. The haze thickened and began adopting a shape, some parts 
a little higher than others. It spread across the floor away from the Feed
line until it had filled out its footprint: one quadrant of a circle with a 
radius of a dozen centimeters. Hackworth continued to watch until he was sure 
he could see the top edge of the book growing out of it.