Abruptly, Riddick’s eyes rolled back in his head. His body, already crunched beneath the force of the gravity lens, slumped forward. Outside the grotto, readouts instantly went flat. Restless and disturbed, the Lord Marshal spoke forcefully from his position above.
	“Bring it back. There is more I need to know. Where did he come from? His birth world? His subsequent history? These are things I need to know, and I need to know them —“
	He broke off. Something was wrong. Leaning forward, he peered down into the grotto. The Quasi-Dead were shuddering atop their support platforms. Near-dead bodies twitched erratically. Legs virtually devoid of muscle spasmed atop their smooth, curving supports. Beneath ceremonial shrouds, sunken faces grew agitated.
	“Something — new,” the unified voices were chorusing uneasily. “Feedback in the dark thought. Not resistance — something more. Not receding — coming out. Coming forward.” The sense of disquiet increased. “Need to stop. Stop the feedback before — before —“
	Shifting his attention from the Quasi-Dead, the Lord Marshal focused intently on the subject.
	“Keep him out. Out of the mind loop.” The volume of their voices increased. Suddenly, there was a sense of panic. “Shut down the dark thought! Shut it down! Keep him away from us! Just keep him —“
	Awed, Dame Vaako gave voice to her thoughts. “It’s not possible. Not possible. He’s scanning the Quasi-Dead…”
	“Kill the breeder!” the unearthly chorus was now shouting shrilly. “Kill the Riddick. Kill the Riddick! KILL THE RIDDICK!”
-The Chronicles of Riddick (pages 123-124)