Then they all sat around making small talk for a few minutes; Fiona had 
many questions about the workings of the R.D.R., which Maggie, a true believer, 
was pleased to answer. Hackworth had spread a sheet of blank paper out on the 
table, and as the minutes went by, words and pictures began to appear on it and 
to scroll up the page after it had filled itself up. The thimble, he explained, 
had placed some reconnaissance mites into Maggie's bloodstream, which had been 
gathering information, flying out through her pores when their tape drives were 
full, and offloading the data into the paper.