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Clearly, or, at least, so it seemed, the technology was not the property of all the men of this world but, at best, of some of them. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1392)

But there was no magic here, no enchanted rings or sorcerer's wands. Things here were quite real, as real as the stone flagging beneath my knees, as real as the mark in my left thigh. A sophisticated technology may have brought me here but I knelt here, literally knelt, and on my throat was a steel collar. Clearly, or, at least, so it seemed, the technology was not the property of all the men of this world but, at best, of some of them. Too, it might be furnished, I supposed, by others, say, allies or confederates, not of this world itself. That, too, I supposed, was a possibility. "But what matters it," asked a man, "the place from which she came, and whether it is a land, and where it might be, to the south, or elsewhere, or a world, and wherever it might be?" "It matters naught," said another man. - (Witness of Gor)