text_original: "Another dead world!" said Redgrave, as the surface of Calisto revolved swiftly beneath them, "or at any rate a dying one. There must be an atmosphere of some sort, or else that snow and ice wouldn't be there, and everything would be either black or white as it was on the Moon.
text_transcription: ANOTHER DEAD WORLD SAID REDGRAVE AS THE SURFACE OF CALISTO REVOLVED SWIFTLY BENEATH THEM OR AT ANY RATE A DYING ONE THERE MUST BE AN ATMOSPHERE OF SOME SORT OR ELSE THAT SNOW AND ICE WOULDN'T BE THERE AND EVERYTHING WOULD BE EITHER BLACK OR WHITE AS IT WAS ON THE MOON
phonemes: "ɐnˈʌðɚ dˈɛd wˈɜːld!" sˈɛd ɹˈɛdɡɹeɪv, æz ðə sˈɜːfɪs ʌv kælˈɪstoʊ ɹᵻvˈɑːlvd swˈɪftli bᵻnˈiːθ ðˌɛm, "ɔːɹ æɾ ˌɛni ɹˈeɪt ɐ dˈaɪɪŋ wˌʌn. ðɛɹ mˈʌst biː ɐn ˈætməsfˌɪɹ ʌv sˌʌm sˈɔːɹt, ɔːɹ ˈɛls ðæt snˈoʊ ænd ˈaɪs wˈʊdənt biː ðˈɛɹ, ænd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ wʊd biː ˈiːðɚ blˈæk ɔːɹ wˈaɪt æz ɪt wʌz ɔnðə mˈuːn.