Aussie audiobook

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Description

A sample of an Australian sci fi novel, with male and female voices.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

Australian

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
**** Dodson closed the soldier's eyes. He's gone, the doctor said. Another round detonated this one close to the runway. As test turned to look, she saw the jet fly up and through the smoke. Another shell detonated 1/3 forth, all within metres of each other on the runway. But the plane was already in the air, soaring skywards to safety, at least from the bombs. I think I hit the runway, Dodson said. There won't be any more flights coming in here for a while. The plane is gone. They should stop. Tests began, but around landed on a street north of the airfield. Why they still firing to cover their retreat, Dodson said. They're out, the test said. Out there in the Outback somewhere, right there, she pointed at the scrubby dust. Dodson picked up the soldiers bloody rifle. He raised it to his shoulder and fired. A shot still works. Give me that fine, then all Dr Dodson said. What do they call that? Four by four? Well, ho chi, you think that can manage a fraud? Tests wiped the blood and goal from the rifle as a secondary explosion erupted, bigger than anything they'd seen before, sending a plume of fire and smoke 100 metres into the air. Knock straight, test, said instantly. That was Kirsty Bradley's place. I don't know if we can stop them, but we can chase them away. She grabbed a magazine from the dead Soldiers webbing, then followed the doctor to the four by four. He is the plan, Dodson said as he started the engine. Find them, shoot them in this nice plan, Test said simple and doable. I have some questions I'd like answered that. We'll call that plan B, Johnson said. We've got to get outside the barbed wire. No worries, Dodson said, driving the military vehicle slowly around the zippered barricade. A boom resonated behind them, jolting tests, forward dirt and shrapnel rained on the vehicle. We're sitting targets, Test said yet, Dodson said as he threaded the vehicle around the barbed wire. But that means they can see us, which means we should be able to see them. He spun the wheel stamped on the accelerator and gun the four by four across the copper red soil. Another shell landed on the road behind them, shattering the windows of the zippered car blockade