Audiobook Demo - Female Narrator

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This is a clip from my audiobook \"Uriel's Fall\". In this clip the main character, Ronnie, is being badgered by her boss while reflecting on her status as a demon.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I really did appreciate my job. Not having it would be a lot worse. The whole missing memory thing. Men. I probably wouldn't be too much good at whatever job I'd been intended for. Certain knowledge could be stuffed into our heads like a copied file, but some information was only useful when it was based on experience. It had been kind of Lucifer to pull some strings and get me this position to keep me occupied until my own experiences decided to return. But damn if it wasn't so freaking tedious. Some days I'd rather be out there wherever there was trying to figure out why my past had evaporated from my mind. According to Lucifer, it happened sometimes. Not often. Yea, me, but taking on a physical form could rattle on angel or demons. Memories loose. Supposedly it all come back to me any day now. I start to remember everything soon. Too bad he hadn't defined soon Get back to work, Demon. The barked order reached me with a jolt of electricity, which seemed through my chair and crawled like tiny ants over my entire body before it evaporated out. My souls great Now static crackled over my hair like I just made out with a balloon. Holy ****. Was that necessary? I had no idea why Howard had an issue with me. Okay, So technically, he worked for the other side. But only half the employees here were angels. The rest were demons like me. I didn't see him zapping them. I don't care whose pet you are. Watch your language. I wasn't anyone's pet and language. Really ******* totalitarian. Angelic **** took this dogma **** way too seriously. It wouldn't do me any good to remind him. I prefer to be called Ronnie instead of demon or pet. He just find a way to twist the request and use it against me. The moment he was gone, I set my cue to away grab my water bottle and rolled back from my desk outside the wall of windows lining the building. Green and blue taunted me, dotted with only the occasional cloud. At least my cubit ubiquity had a window view. The rest of the world didn't know it, but the search engine was heaven in ****'s most recent solution in a long string of discarded ones. As I understood it to growing our respective ranks when the vast bureaucracy of heaven and **** worked as expected, if one side needed to do a new job, a chair of appeared simple enough until one day a couple centuries ago. The tiny little glow ease with no affiliation and, ah, hardcore lust for life started showing up on Earth as well. Not that I blame them with half the knowledge of the universe of my skull and no basis for comparison. That I could remember double chocolate cherry chip ice cream was the best invention in history. As far as I was concerned, even without my memories, the three or so months I'd spend it ubiquity had been enough for me to learn why no one wanted to be stuck in the same job for eternity. Not even a creature created to serve angels and demons existed to help individuals grow like a personal evolution. Heaven and **** just had different thoughts about what comprised personal evolution. Angels tend to focus on enlightenment, knowledge and deeds. We demons didn't frown upon those things, but we felt most of life's lessons meant more when experienced firsthand, and that meant both good and bad choices, angels and demons evolved to my friend is He, for instance, had reached a point where he needed to shed his immortality to become more that left openings on the top and heaven and ****. When she Arabs did a good job. They grew into new positions, got names, became full fledged angels or demons, and were sent places like ubiquity, toe, learn and grow even more, which meant there needed to be new cherubs to slide in on the bottom rung of the corporate ladder. So for those of us who did search and retrieval at ubiquity, grabbing another chair for our side and sending it back home meant another one of us could move on to bigger and better things. Or come here, whatever. I will have my way through rows of cubicles towards heaven side of the room. Ari Oh, Ari for Short, had the enviable corner view. Her window looked out on twice as much rolling landscape. She stood a couple of inches taller than may, even more so in the high heeled boots she liked so much. Her flame colored curls bounced around her tan, freckled face and a never ending waterfall of corkscrews. Another perk to being one of us. We weren't bound by pesky things like the rules of genetics. Our appearances tended to reflect the way we saw ourselves, and since most of my colleagues thought pretty highly of themselves, there weren't a lot of ugly angels or demons.