In the soupy atmosphere of metallic salts and gases, tortured and rent by electrical storms of incalculable fury, among the vibrating crystals one formed that was aware.
"Eight Keys to Eden"
Mark Irvin Clifton
Ill-defined, but distinct already from the non-sentient crystals about them, these life forms grew through absorbing from the rich and soupy atmosphere those elements necessary to growth, to branching, to cleavage into new individuals.
"Eight Keys to Eden"
Mark Irvin Clifton
They had plunged into very soupy weather with low clouds and some wind.
"A Yankee Flier in Italy"
Rutherford G. Montgomery