text_original: It was in Yakki, down canal from Marsport, that Kane found Pop. There is a small spaceport there  a boneyard, really  for buckets whose skippers can't pay the heavy tariff imposed by the big ramp. All the wrecks nest there while waiting hopefully for a payload or a grubstake. They have all of Solis Lacus for a landing field, and if they spill it doesn't matter much. The drifting red sands soon cover up the scattered shards of dural and the slow, lonely life of Yakki goes on like before.
text_transcription: IT WAS IN YAKEE DOWN CANAL FROM MARSPORT THAT CAIN FOUND POP THERE IS A SMALL SPACEPORT THERE A BONE YARD REALLY FOR BUCKETS WHOSE SKIPPERS CAN'T PAY THE HEAVY TARIFF IMPOSED BY THE BIG RAMP ALL THE RECKS NESTED THERE WHILE WAITING HOPEFULLY FOR A PAILLOAD OR A GRUBSTAKE THEY HAD ALL OF SOULLESS LACUS FOR A LANDING FIELD AND IF THEY SPILL IT DOESN'T MATTER MUCH THE DRIFTING RED SANDS SOON COVER UP THE SCATTERED SHARDS OF JOURL AND THE SLOW LONELY LIFE OF YANKEE GOES ON LIKE BEFORE
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ɪn jˈæki, dˌaʊn kənˈæl fɹʌm mˈɑːɹspɔːɹt, ðæt kˈeɪn fˈaʊnd pˈɑːp. ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ smˈɔːl spˈeɪspɔːɹt ðɛɹ ɐ bˈoʊnjɑːɹd, ɹˈiəli fɔːɹ bˈʌkɪts hˌuːz skˈɪpɚz kˈænt pˈeɪ ðə hˈɛvi tˈæɹɪf ɪmpˈoʊzd baɪ ðə bˈɪɡ ɹˈæmp. ˈɔːl ðə ɹˈɛks nˈɛst ðɛɹ wˌaɪl wˈeɪɾɪŋ hˈoʊpfəli fɚɹə pˈeɪloʊd ɔːɹ ɐ ɡɹˈʌbsteɪk. ðeɪ hæv ˈɔːl ʌv sˈoʊliz lˈækəs fɚɹə lˈændɪŋ fˈiːld, ænd ɪf ðeɪ spˈɪl ɪt dˈʌzənt mˈæɾɚ mˈʌtʃ. ðə dɹˈɪftɪŋ ɹˈɛd sˈændz sˈuːn kˈʌvɚɹ ˌʌp ðə skˈæɾɚd ʃˈɑːɹdz ʌv dˈʊɹɹəl ænd ðə slˈoʊ, lˈoʊnli lˈaɪf ʌv jˈæki ɡoʊz ˌɔn lˈaɪk bᵻfˈɔːɹ.