Audiobook Narration Demo 2
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice 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.
Hawk strode down the center aisle, his boots making an unexpected crackling sound on the cream colored marble tile. Puzzled, he gazed at the floor, wondering what he was stepping on. Then, frowning, he pulled the glove from his right hand and bent down his fingertips, brushed the cold surface ice. The tile was covered over by a thin layer of ice. He realized then that the temperature in the hall had dropped noticeably, even in the short time since he had entered. His uniform was easily compensating, warming him, but the trend was continuing. The air was becoming frosty. As he breathed standing, he gazed toward the far end of the room, and there he could make out various multicolored shapes lying on the floor. All around the raised diets that held the planetary Governors seat, his eye implants adjusted quickly, zooming in and revealing to him that the shapes were actually people, men and women lying motionless on the cold floor. Were they all dead? Could that be? And why? He sprinted the remaining distance and then stared about in horror Eagle falcon he sent mentally over his eighth or link even as his eyes swept the horrific scene before him. Do you read? No response, Hawk to the talent he repeated more insistently. Eagle Falcon, please reply nothing. He ordered the micro relays in his uniform to switch momentarily to standard radio wave and rot the single to the tiny audio implant in his left ear, but was punished for this action by a blast of static that would have nearly deafened him if his own internal processor interface hadn't instantly kicked in with a firewall block. Switching back over to the author, he routed extra power to the signal. The only result was that he could, mentally here, a low hissing and popping a sort of thought wave static. He cursed either both his eighth or connection and his radio link were malfunctioning, which was almost unheard off, or everyone aboard the flagship was napping all at once. Of course, 1/3 possibility existed as well. Someone could be deliberately jamming him, But how could such a thing be possible? Radio waves were one thing, but the eighth air link used by the hands of the machine operated by briefly routing a hyper wave signal into the above, both expediting its speed and boosting his strength who could be able to GM something like that. And yet no one aboard the talent was answering. He shoved that problem to one side of his mind and returned his attention to the scene around him. The sight of it still caused him to stagger backward, a step in nearly fall, the bodies that filled this entire end of the governor's hall. Dozens of bodies, male and female, slumped over their seats limply or lying sprawled on the tile were most assuredly dead. Every one of them. That much was obvious. Hawke made no effort to assist any of them. Clearly there was no point for there was something else about them, something far more disturbing than the simple fact that they were dead by the stars, he whispered. Their heads were missing. Every single person in the room had been decapitated.