text_original: Merrick shrugged and turned back to watch the steady approach of the procession of grey frocked zealots in the ravine. Graves appeared as the doorway dilated. He looked fearful and pale. "You wanted to see me, Han?" "Come in, Jon. Sit down." "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?"
text_transcription: MAREK SHRUGGED AND TURNED BACK TO WATCH THE STEADY APPROACH OF THE PROCESSION OF GRAY FROCKED ZEALOTS IN THE RAVINE GRAVES APPEARED AS THE DOORWAY DILATED HE LOOKED FEARFUL AND PALE YOU WANTED TO SEE ME HAN COME IN JOHN SIT DOWN 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
phonemes: mˈɛɹɪk ʃɹˈʌɡd ænd tˈɜːnd bˈæk tə wˈɑːtʃ ðə stˈɛdi ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ ʌvðə pɹəsˈɛʃən ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ fɹˈɑːkt zˈɛləts ɪnðə ɹəvˈiːn. ɡɹˈeɪvz ɐpˈɪɹd æz ðə dˈɔːɹweɪ dˈaɪleɪɾᵻd. hiː lˈʊkt fˈɪɹfəl ænd pˈeɪl. "juː wˈɔntᵻd tə sˈiː mˌiː, hˈæn?" "kˈʌm ˈɪn, dʒˈɑːn. sˈɪt dˈaʊn." "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?"