text_original: Pop spun the flywheel in silence, listening to the soft whir. Presently, he let the wheel slow and then stop. He straightened and looked up at Kane. The blaster muzzle was six inches from his belly. He swallowed against the dryness in his throat. "You
text_transcription: POP SPUN THE FLY WHEEL IN SILENCE LISTENING TO THE SOFT WHIR PRESENTLY HE LET THE WHEELS SLOW AND THEN STOP HE STRAIGHTENED AND LOOKED UP AT KANE THE BLASTER MUZZLE WAS SIX INCHES FROM HIS BELLY HE SWALLOWED AGAINST THE DRYNESS IN HIS THROAT YOU
phonemes: pˈɑːp spˈʌn ðə flˈaɪwiːl ɪn sˈaɪləns, lˈɪsənɪŋ tə ðə sˈɔft wˈɜː. pɹˈɛzəntli, hiː lˈɛt ðə wˈiːl slˈoʊ ænd ðˈɛn stˈɑːp. hiː stɹˈeɪtənd ænd lˈʊkt ˌʌp æt kˈeɪn. ðə blˈæstɚ mˈʌzəl wʌz sˈɪks ˈɪntʃᵻz fɹʌm hɪz bˈɛli. hiː swˈɔloʊd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə dɹˈaɪnəs ɪn hɪz θɹˈoʊt. "juː