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I began then to feel hair rising on the back of my neck, and on my scalp, and forearms. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 32, Sentence #54)

I sensed them peering at Grendel, briefly, and then I half froze when I sensed them pointing in my direction, and was relieved, overwhelmingly, when they slowly, gracefully, moved to another perspective. One had the sense that the machine, unconcerned with the chanting, and the subsequent utterances with their unmistakably repetitive, identical, rote response, was noting, and counting, each form in the room. I heard another note on the bar, and the room was then quiet, redolent with an expectant silence. I began then to feel hair rising on the back of my neck, and on my scalp, and forearms. Noises, clearly Kur noises, though with a sense of having been artificially produced, had begun to emanate from the machine. One had the unmistakable sense, a terrifying illusion, that the machine was alive, though one knew this to be impossible. Something, however, somehow, was surely controlling the device, expressing itself through the device, perhaps perceiving through the device. - (Conspirators of Gor)