text_original: Hate. An icy hate that left him shaken and weak. So the boy's job hadn't been finished. It was still to do. There was no use in dreaming of killing Kane. Pop was old. Kane was young  and a killer. Pop was alone and without weapons  save _The Luck_.... Time passed slowly. Outside, the night of deep space keened soundlessly. The stars burned bright, alien and strange. It was time, thought Pop bleakly.
text_transcription: HATE AN ICY HATE THAT LEFT HIM SHAKEN AND WEAK SO THE BOY'S JOB HADN'T BEEN FINISHED IT WAS STILL TO DO THERE WAS NO USE IN DREAMING OF KILLING KANE POP WAS OLD CAIN WAS YOUNG AND A KILLER POP WAS ALONE AND WITHOUT WEAPONS SAVE THE LUCK TIME PASSED SLOWLY OUTSIDE THE NIGHT OF DEEP SPACE KEENED SOUNDLESSLY THE STARS BURNED BRIGHT ALIEN AND STRANGE IT WAS TIME THOUGHT POP BLEAKLY
phonemes: hˈeɪt. ɐn ˈaɪsi hˈeɪt ðæt lˈɛft hˌɪm ʃˈeɪkən ænd wˈiːk. sˌoʊ ðə bˈɔɪz dʒˈɑːb hˈædənt bˌɪn fˈɪnɪʃt. ɪt wʌz stˈɪl tə dˈuː. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ jˈuːs ɪn dɹˈiːmɪŋ ʌv kˈɪlɪŋ kˈeɪn. pˈɑːp wʌz ˈoʊld. kˈeɪn wʌz jˈʌŋ ænd ɐ kˈɪlɚ. pˈɑːp wʌz ɐlˈoʊn ænd wɪðˌaʊt wˈɛpənz sˈeɪv ðə lˈʌk.... tˈaɪm pˈæst slˈoʊli. aʊtsˈaɪd, ðə nˈaɪt ʌv dˈiːp spˈeɪs kˈiːnd sˈaʊndləsli. ðə stˈɑːɹz bˈɜːnd bɹˈaɪt, ˈeɪliən ænd stɹˈeɪndʒ. ɪt wʌz tˈaɪm, θˈɔːt pˈɑːp blˈiːkli.