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The cones were methodically cutting geometrical patterns through the complex. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #12)

Over it hung ten ships, perhaps of the sort used for surveillance on the surface, and in the nose of each of these ships there was mounted a conelike projection. I could see no beam extend from these projections but where they pointed I saw material objects seem to shake and shudder and then vanish in a fog of dust. Clouds of particles from this destruction hung in the air, gray under the energy bulbs. The cones were methodically cutting geometrical patterns through the complex. Here and there where a human or Priest-King would dart into the open the cone nearest to him would focus on him and the human or Priest-King, like the buildings and the walls, would seem to break apart into powder. I ran toward the workshop where Misk and I had left the ship we had fashioned from the transportation disk. At one point I was faced with a ditch, cut by the disruption cones with geometrical precision in the very stone of the Nest. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)