text_original: He kept on grubbing among the cold rocks and pushing _The Luck_ from Marsport to Callisto and back with whatever low mass payloads he could pick up. He might have lived out his string of years like that, obscure and alone, if it hadn't been for John Kane.
text_transcription: HE KEPT ON GRUBBING AMONG THE COLD ROCKS AND PUSHING THE LUCK FROM MARSPORT TO CALISTO AND BACK WITH WHATEVER LOW MASS PAY LOADS HE COULD PICK UP HE MIGHT HAVE LIVED OUT HIS STRING OF YEARS LIKE THAT OBSCURE AND ALONE IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR JOHN KANE
phonemes: hiː kˈɛpt ˌɔn ɡɹˈʌbɪŋ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə kˈoʊld ɹˈɑːks ænd pˈʊʃɪŋ ðə lˈʌk fɹʌm mˈɑːɹspɔːɹt tə kælˈɪstoʊ ænd bˈæk wɪð wʌtˈɛvɚ lˈoʊ mˈæs pˈeɪloʊdz hiː kʊd pˈɪk ˈʌp. hiː mˌaɪthɐv lˈɪvd ˈaʊt hɪz stɹˈɪŋ ʌv jˈɪɹz lˈaɪk ðˈæt, əbskjˈʊɹ ænd ɐlˈoʊn, ɪf ɪt hˈædənt bˌɪn fɔːɹ dʒˈɑːn kˈeɪn.