A hundred feet below, boxes and bales began to float up.

A black box moved down from the ceiling and began to scan the capsule surface.

When the light had died away completely, the box began to open.

A box strapped to the wrist/ankle began to speak in a high tenor.

The song starts as strange black boxes slowly begin to emerge from the foliage.

Instantly the box began to glow, as you saw it under the lamps, though but slightly.

Once the gate is opened, the box begins reassembling itself.

I was sitting at the desk with an old newspaper when a box on the wall above my head began to crackle.

By 1948, of course, the big box with the tiny screen was beginning to catch on.

When the first box began to show signs of wear I began with a fresh one from the reserve.