The ice continued to cover the floor. It started to pile up in boxlike formations. Fine discs were spun up like plates on a potter’s wheel. Red watched as order rose from the chaos. Rigid lines, perfect edges, right angles. Plates of ice sliding on one another. Geometric extrusions. The movements became more and more precise as the formation materialized. The disks began to oscillate, and before long a steady bass throb filled the laboratory. Where had he heard that sound before?