text_original: _ * * * * * _This, then, was the Creche, Anno Domini 2500. A great, mile square blind cube topping a ragged mountain; bare escarpments falling away to a turbulent sea. For five centuries the Creche had stood so, and the Androids had come forth in an unending stream to labor for Man, the Master...._   _Quintus Bland, The Romance of Genus Homo.
text_transcription: THIS THEN WAS THE CRASH ANO DOMINIE TWENTY FIVE HUNDRED A GREAT MILE SQUARE BLIND CUBE TOPPING A RAGGED MOUNTAIN BARE ESCARPMENTS FALLING AWAY TO A TURBULENT SEA FOR FIVE CENTURIES THE CRASH HAD STOOD SO AND THE ANDROIDS HAD COME FORTH IN AN UNENDING STREAM TO LABOR FOR MAN THE MASTER QUOTATION QUINTUS BLAND THE ROMANCE OF GENUS HOMO
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ðˈɪs, ðˈɛn, wʌzðə kɹˈɛʃ, ˈænoʊ dəmˈiːni tˈuː θˈaʊzənd fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd. ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt, mˈaɪl skwˈɛɹ blˈaɪnd kjˈuːb tˈɑːpɪŋ ɐ ɹˈæɡᵻd mˈaʊntɪn; bˈɛɹ ɪskˈɑːɹpmənts fˈɔːlɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ tʊ ɐ tˈɜːbjʊlənt sˈiː. fɔːɹ fˈaɪv sˈɛntʃɚɹiz ðə kɹˈɛʃ hæd stˈʊd sˈoʊ, ænd ðɪ ˈændɹɔɪdz hæd kˈʌm fˈɔːɹθ ɪn ɐn ˌʌnˈɛndɪŋ stɹˈiːm tə lˈeɪbɚ fɔːɹ mˈæn, ðə mˈæstɚ....kwˈɪntəs blˈænd, ðə ɹoʊmˈæns ʌv dʒˈɛnəs hˈoʊmoʊ.