text_original: Pop lifted his hands in an instinctive gesture of futile protection as the blaster erupted flame. There was a smell in the control room like burnt meat as Kane holstered his weapon and turned the old man over with a foot.
text_transcription: POP LIFTED HIS HANDS IN AN INSTINCTIVE GESTURE OF FUTILE PROTECTION AS THE BLASTER ERUPTED FLAME THERE WAS A SMELL IN THE CONTROL ROOM LIKE BURNT MEAT AS CAIN HOLSTERED HIS WEAPON AND TURNED THE OLD MAN OVER WITH A FOOT
phonemes: pˈɑːp lˈɪftᵻd hɪz hˈændz ɪn ɐn ɪnstˈɪŋktɪv dʒˈɛstʃɚɹ ʌv fjˈuːɾəl pɹətˈɛkʃən æz ðə blˈæstɚɹ ɪɹˈʌptᵻd flˈeɪm. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ smˈɛl ɪnðə kəntɹˈoʊl ɹˈuːm lˈaɪk bˈɜːnt mˈiːt æz kˈeɪn hˈoʊlstɚd hɪz wˈɛpən ænd tˈɜːnd ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn ˌoʊvɚ wɪð ɐ fˈʊt.