God Protocol
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US New York, New Jersey, Bronx, Brooklyn)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
George's heart pounded as he pedaled toward his apartment building. His breathing labored as he crested the hill, the fading yellow five story apartment building came into view. He rounded the corner, squeezing the brakes. As he neared the front of his building, he hopped off the bike, picked it up and vaulted up the narrow stone stairs, grabbing the black iron, decorative metal work on the door. As a neighbor was exiting, he glanced at the dirty white round clock over the post boxes and swore he pulled a spike into the elevator and hit the button on the fourth floor. A neighbor waved for him to hold the door. George mouth. Sorry, pointed to his watch as the door closed. He felt guilty. She always greeted him. Unlike most of the others in the building, he pushed the bike through his doorway, leaning it against the wall by his shoe rack and grabbed a can off the counter in the kitchen as the door closed his phone rang. This is George. You're late with your rent again. The nasal voice of his landlady sounded from the speaker. I know. I'm sorry. I'm headed to my second job now. You just went upstairs. I saw you. Yeah, my second job is online. You'd better not be doing anything illegal. Mrs Santiago. I've gotta go, I'll pay you tomorrow. I promise you had better. George. It won't be difficult to find someone else who wants that apartment. Okay. Okay. Tomorrow. Bye. George ran down the hall to a studio, a converted bedroom with Windows on two walls. He moved around his makeshift desk to his computer. Careful not to dislodge the plywood from the yellow milk crates holding it up, put on his headphones and hit the broadcast button.