text_original: Pop eyed the ready blaster and nodded again. He wondered vaguely how it would feel to die under the blast of such a weapon. It couldn't be very painful. He hoped it wasn't painful. Perhaps the boy hadn't suffered. It would be nice to be sure, he thought.
text_transcription: POP EYED THE BLASTER AND NODDED AGAIN HE WONDERED VAGUELY HOW IT WOULD FEEL TO DIE UNDER THE BLAST OF SUCH A WEAPON IT COULDN'T BE VERY PAINFUL HE HOPED IT WASN'T PAINFUL PERHAPS THE BOY HADN'T SUFFERED IT WOULD BE NICE TO BE SURE HE THOUGHT
phonemes: pˈɑːp ˈaɪd ðə ɹˈɛdi blˈæstɚ ænd nˈɑːdᵻd ɐɡˈɛn. hiː wˈʌndɚd vˈeɪɡli hˌaʊ ɪt wʊd fˈiːl tə dˈaɪ ˌʌndɚ ðə blˈæst ʌv sˈʌtʃ ɐ wˈɛpən. ɪt kˌʊdənt biː vˈɛɹi pˈeɪnfəl. hiː hˈoʊpt ɪt wˈʌzn̩t pˈeɪnfəl. pɚhˈæps ðə bˈɔɪ hˈædənt sˈʌfɚd. ɪt wʊd biː nˈaɪs təbi ʃˈʊɹ, hiː θˈɔːt.