Karla: Should we set our lasers on Stun?
Captain Kremmen: No, this is serious. Set them on Cringing Agony!
Captain Kremmen: No, this is serious. Set them on Cringing Agony!
— Kremmen of the Star Corps radio show
[a Tellarite in a Starfleet uniform is suffering]
Reed: The Booth will be far more effective than our previous disciplinary methods.
Phlox: It can stimulate the pain centre of virtually any humanoid. A synaptic scan calibrates it for each species.
Archer: They call this progress.
Forrest: There's something to be said for a good, old-fashioned flogging.
Reed: Well, that's what's so exceptional about this device. Traditional forms of punishment can overwhelm the nervous system. After a time, the brain ceases to feel anything.
Phlox: These sensors continually shift the stimulation from one nerve cluster to another, keeping the subject in a constant state of agony.
Forrest: I think you enjoy your work too much, Doctor.
Archer: What exactly did Mister Terev do?
Reed: I'm not certain. I suspect he was late for his duty shift. Aren't all Tellarites guilty of something?
Reed: The Booth will be far more effective than our previous disciplinary methods.
Phlox: It can stimulate the pain centre of virtually any humanoid. A synaptic scan calibrates it for each species.
Archer: They call this progress.
Forrest: There's something to be said for a good, old-fashioned flogging.
Reed: Well, that's what's so exceptional about this device. Traditional forms of punishment can overwhelm the nervous system. After a time, the brain ceases to feel anything.
Phlox: These sensors continually shift the stimulation from one nerve cluster to another, keeping the subject in a constant state of agony.
Forrest: I think you enjoy your work too much, Doctor.
Archer: What exactly did Mister Terev do?
Reed: I'm not certain. I suspect he was late for his duty shift. Aren't all Tellarites guilty of something?
He turned to Dvorak, then pulled out a weapon: not really a weapon though, for it is the tool of behind-the-lines enforcers, prison interrogators, confession extractors. It's called an algorithmic truncheon, a trunch, in the parlance. A trunch, used at full load, will strip the myelin sheath from axons and dendrites; it will burn up a man's nerves as if they were fuses. It is a way to kill with horrible pain.
— A Dry, Quiet War, by Tony Daniel
Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could do anything to defend himself, before he could even move, he had been hit again by the Cruciatus curse. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that he no longer knew where he was... white-hot knives were piercing every inch of his skin, his head was surely going to burst with pain; he was screaming more loudly than he'd ever screamed in his life.
"I have something to give you. I don't want it anymore. Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you."
— Eric Draven to Top Dollar, The Crow
I had paid dearly for that little escape attempt, along with most of the other hosts involved. Just picture the worst migraine you've ever had, and then double it, and then double that until you want to throw up from the pain, and then imagine that every nerve in your entire body is...
Anyway, you get the picture.
Anyway, you get the picture.
— Tom's narration, Eleutherophobia: Ghost in the Shell
"Gosh, I hate Happy Teeth's power... no real utility or strategy to them. No unique properties that change [Etna, their bearer's] boxing style... They don't even do more damage... All they do... is "hurt" more. Makes it "feel" like you're being punched by knives... it's sadistic."
— Phoebe, Star Impact
