. . . “You're always building models.  Stone circles.  Cathedrals.  Pipe-organs.  Adding machines. . . .”

William Gibson, Neuromancer

She was watching the manipulators, hypnotized by the way they moved; as they picked through the swirl of things, they also caused it, grasping and rejecting, the rejected objects whirling away, striking others, drifting into new alignments.  The process stirred them gently, slowly, perpetually.

William Gibson, Count Zero    

Cherry found him with the Judge again, down there in the dark.  He was sitting on one of the Investigators with a flashlight in his hand, shining it up the Judge's carapace of polished rust.

William Gibson, Mona Lisa Overdrive