A Memory Called Empire (Holographs)

On a broad couch in the center, Five Agte sat with her legs folded under her, lotus-fashion. Above her knee she spun a brightly colored holograph of the City's local solar system, the orbits marked out in glowing-gold arcs and each planet labelled in glyphs Mahit could read from across the room - and standing in front of the holograph, his small hands busy pulling the planets apart and watching them snap back to their appropriate gravitational wells, was a child who couldn't be more than six. 

s. 137

Beyond the door the floor was slate and there were enormous windows, rose-shaded to keep the sky from blazing too much across all the many holograph screens floating in a wide arc of a workspace that surrounded Nineteen Adze in a rough corona. (...) Nineteen Adze banished three holographs with a flick of her wrist: two in text, one that might have been a scale model of Plaza Central Nine from above. Their afterimages glowed

s. 104

 

Nineteen Adze was immersed in her workspace, rearranging holographs and projections around her with a fluid rythm, so Mahit sat down at the low table where the tea was and waited. 

s. 107

Nineteen Adze had turned her front office into a war room. She stood - as she had before - in the center of a vast sea of holograph projections, arcs upon arcs of them. 

s. 403

Six Direction himself sat in the center of the room on a divan, dressed in resplendent red-purple and gold, and while at home in Palace-Earth he had borne a halo of sunlamps, here in the deep places under the City he was surrounded by a scintillating fortification of information holographs, a migraine aura composed entirely of reports. 

s. 419

We move toward Parzrawantlak Sector, said Six Direction, his face suddenly overlaid with the star-chart of Teixcalaanli space. The City, a golden planet, hovered between his eyes; then the cart shifted, demonstrating the vectors the fleet would take, the points at which they would converge into an unstoppable spearpoint of ships. 

s. 201