text_original: There was fear under her iron control. She was thinking of the shattering pain of death under the projectors. Nothing else, really. The Creche didn't matter to her. The Creche didn't really matter to any of the staff. Three hundred years ago it would have been different. The custodians of the Creche would have gladly died to preserve their trust in those times.... What irony, Merrick thought, that it should come like this. He knew what the projectors did to men. He also knew what they did to robots.
text_transcription: THERE WAS FEAR UNDER HER IRON CONTROL SHE WAS THINKING OF THE SHATTERING PAIN OF DEATH UNDER THE PROJECTORS NOTHING ELSE REALLY THE CRUSH DIDN'T MATTER TO HER THE CRUSH DIDN'T REALLY MATTER TO ANY OF THE STAFF THREE HUNDRED YEARS AGO IT WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT THE CUSTODIANS OF THE CRUSH WOULD HAVE GLADLY DIED TO PRESERVE THEIR TRUST IN THOSE TIMES WHAT IRONY MAREK THOUGHT IT SHOULD COME LIKE THIS HE KNEW WHAT THE PROJECTORS DID TO MEN HE ALSO KNEW WHAT THEY DID TO ROBOTS
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz fˈɪɹ ˌʌndɚ hɜːɹ ˈaɪɚn kəntɹˈoʊl. ʃiː wʌz θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌvðə ʃˈæɾɚɹɪŋ pˈeɪn ʌv dˈɛθ ˌʌndɚ ðə pɹədʒˈɛktɚz. nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls, ɹˈiəli. ðə kɹˈɛʃ dˈɪdnt mˈæɾɚ tə hɜː. ðə kɹˈɛʃ dˈɪdnt ɹˈiəli mˈæɾɚ tʊ ˌɛni ʌvðə stˈæf. θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ ɪt wʊdhɐv bˌɪn dˈɪfɹənt. ðə kʌstˈoʊdiənz ʌvðə kɹˈɛʃ wʊdhɐv ɡlˈædli dˈaɪd tə pɹɪzˈɜːv ðɛɹ tɹˈʌst ɪn ðoʊz tˈaɪmz.... wˌʌt ˈaɪɹəni, mˈɛɹɪk θˈɔːt, ðˌɐɾɪt ʃˌʊd kˈʌm lˈaɪk ðˈɪs. hiː nˈuː wʌt ðə pɹədʒˈɛktɚz dˈɪd tə mˈɛn. hiː ˈɔːlsoʊ nˈuː wʌt ðeɪ dˈɪd tə ɹˈoʊbɑːts.