Murder Baby (Audiobook, Novel)
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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It was a beautiful place, a rolling orchard lined with pink blossom sara trees. It was so unlike the cities, the sprawling ruins, laboring under neon lit towers and tears of parking monstrosities ugly from root to tip. In Toto, there was no artificial light, no acid rain and no floating bridges. There were no artificial eyes, gear, locked skulls or limbs filled with lead. Instead, Totori had a sun that people saw through untamed orbs unlighted by so called progress. It lit up the countryside with gold, so rare a pearl to find that it almost couldn't be real. The soil was lush tilled and dry in the afternoon heat slope. After rolling slope holding nothing but farmland and hovel, it's stretched for miles on end. It was untouched. Not a harvesting bot in sight unsullied by Neo Tech or me manned only by the quaint, organic and local rows of ceramic basins filled with fresh Niki pears offered a welcome to any traversing the road to the village. The settlement itself was modest consisting only of a smattering of tired wood and bamboo homes surrounding a market square as if time had forgotten its patronage. Mountains blanketed with mist encase the tradition. LA and prefecture like a protective womb far from Hao, close to the sea with a trace of salt upon the easterly wind. The picturesque village was a slice of things forgotten in a world that hated memory, but pearls are never given freely. This beauty had a price beneath the Quain serenity. Totori hid a dark truth and darkness attracted predators, rot, flies and ruin as well as other things. It was such darkness that brought her own to the people of she was something else entirely, something in between. And her name was Rafi Okamoto.