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It seemed one's fate lay at the mercy of a machine, one without the least awareness of, or interest in, what was ensuing. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #671)

On this field power is owned by the beasts". From various translators about, wild cries and monstrous roars were transmitted noncommittally, as usual, as placid, emotion-free emanations. This made them, in its way, seem even more terrifying, as the most appalling and ghastly of execrations and threats were conveyed with the same colorless neutrality as the ticking of a watch. It seemed one's fate lay at the mercy of a machine, one without the least awareness of, or interest in, what was ensuing. To be sure, even without translators, I think few would have been in doubt as to the significance, the intent and menace, of the affrighting sounds, and emotions and attitudes, about us. "Behold, men of glorious Ar, noble defenders of her walls, valiant holders of her gates," cried Kurik, "the beast has struck your leader, your lord, the noble Decius Albus! The blow was treacherous, cruel, and unprovoked! What could be owed to such beasts but vengeance? Prove yourselves worthy of your fee. Strike blows for the noble Albus!" Men milled about. - (Plunder of Gor)