"Hold him still," Zaktann ordered, taking aim with the launcher.  He triggered the mechanism, and it hurled the small zamor sphere at the Matoran striking him dead-on.  The sphere turned immaterial once more and passed into the Matoran's body before releasing its contents.
	One moment, the Matoran's eyes were filled with fear.  The next, they glowed with a sickly crimson light as the virus took effect.    Zaktan signaled for Reidak to release his hold.  The Matoran made no effort to run, jus stood there, his breathing ragged and his body stiff.
	Zaktan walked to a far corner of the chamber and pulled on a chain.  A small portion of the floor slid away to reveal a pool of molten lava.  "Come here."
	The Matoran dutifully shuffled to the edge of the pid.  His eyes were fixed straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to the burning doom before him.
	"Walk into the pit," Zaktan ordered.
	Nodding the Matoran took a step off the edge.  His right foot dangled in midair above the boiling poo.  Just as he was about to topple in, Zaktan grabbed his arm and flung him back to the center of the room.  The Matoran immediately rose and started for the pool again, halting only when Zaktan shouted, "Stop!"
	Reidak walked warily around the blank-eyed Matoran, now standing frozen in place. "What did you do to him?"
	"I did nothing," replied Zaktan. "But the contents of that crystal sphere...that has delivered this island into our hands.  No more worries about Matoran stumbling upon our plans, or hesitating to carry out the dangerous work we require.   Now they will be perfect, obedient slaves, with on want and no feat.  They will labor until they die, Reidak, at my command."

 ~Greg Farshtey Bionicle Legends #1, Island of Doom, pg 61 - 62