text_original: "Have you seen the projectors those crackpots have set up in the hills?" Graves demanded. "I have, Jon. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." "My God, Han! Do you have any idea of what it must feel like to die from cortical stimulation?" Graves' voice was tense and strained. "Can't we get out of here by 'copter?"
text_transcription: HAVE YOU SEEN THE PROJECTORS THOSE CRACKPOTS HAVE SET UP IN THE HILLS GRAVE DEMANDED I HAVE JOHN THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT MY GOD HAN DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT MUST FEEL LIKE TO DIE FROM CORDICAL STIMULATION GRAVES VOICE WAS TENSE AND STRAINED CAN'T WE GET OUT OF HERE BY COPTER
phonemes: "hæv juː sˈiːn ðə pɹədʒˈɛktɚz ðoʊz kɹˈækpɑːts hæv sˈɛt ˌʌp ɪnðə hˈɪlz?" ɡɹˈeɪvz dᵻmˈændᵻd. "aɪ hˈæv, dʒˈɑːn. ðæts wʌt aɪ wˈɔntᵻd tə tˈɔːk tə juː ɐbˈaʊt." "maɪ ɡˈɑːd, hˈæn! dˈuː juː hæv ˌɛni aɪdˈiə ʌv wʌt ɪt mˈʌst fˈiːl lˈaɪk tə dˈaɪ fɹʌm kˈɔːɹɾɪkəl stˌɪmjʊlˈeɪʃən?" ɡɹˈeɪvz vˈɔɪs wʌz tˈɛns ænd stɹˈeɪnd. "kˈænt wiː ɡɛt ˌaʊɾəv hˈɪɹ baɪ kˈɑːptɚ?"