text_original: The enraptured Fanatics were chanting their hate songs as they came. In the first rank walked the leonine Erikson, his long hair whipping in the moisture laden wind from the sea. With a muttered curse, Merrick flipped a toggle and the scene dimmed. The face of a secretary appeared superimposed on it. It was the expressionless face of an android, a fine example of the Creche's production line. "Get Graves up here," he ordered, "You may find him at Hypno Central or in Semantic Evaluation."
text_transcription: THE ENRAPTURED FANATICS WERE CHANTING THEIR HATE SONGS AS THEY CAME IN THE FIRST RANK WALKED THE LEONINE ERICSSON HIS LONG HAIR WHIPPING IN THE MOISTURE LADEN WIND FROM THE SEA WITH A MUTTERED CURSE MERRICK FLIPPED A TOGGLE AND THE SCENE DIMMED THE FACE OF A SECRETARY APPEARED SUPERIMPOSED ON IT IT WAS THE EXPRESSIONLESS FACE OF AN ANDROID A FINE EXAMPLE OF ONE OF THE CRUSHES PRODUCTION LINE GET GRAVES UP HERE HE ORDERED YOU MAY FIND THEM AT HYPNOCENTRAL OR SEMANTIC EVALUATION
phonemes: ðɪ ɛnɹˈæptʃɚd fɐnˈæɾɪks wɜː tʃˈæntɪŋ ðɛɹ hˈeɪt sˈɔŋz æz ðeɪ kˈeɪm. ɪnðə fˈɜːst ɹˈæŋk wˈɔːkt ðə lˈiənaɪn ˈɛɹɪksən, hɪz lˈɔŋ hˈɛɹ wˈɪpɪŋ ɪnðə mˈɔɪstʃɚ lˈeɪdən wˈɪnd fɹʌmðə sˈiː. wɪð ɐ mˈʌɾɚd kˈɜːs, mˈɛɹɪk flˈɪpt ɐ tˈɑːɡəl ænd ðə sˈiːn dˈɪmd. ðə fˈeɪs əvə sˈɛkɹətɹi ɐpˈɪɹd sˌuːpɚɹɪmpˈoʊzd ˈɔn ɪt. ɪt wʌzðɪ ɛkspɹˈɛʃənləs fˈeɪs əvən ˈændɹɔɪd, ɐ fˈaɪn ɛɡzˈæmpəl ʌvðə kɹˈɛʃᵻz pɹədˈʌkʃən lˈaɪn. "ɡɛt ɡɹˈeɪvz ˌʌp hˈɪɹ," hiː ˈɔːɹdɚd, "juː mˈeɪ fˈaɪnd hˌɪm æt hˈɪpnoʊ sˈɛntɹəl ɔːɹ ɪn səmˈæntɪk ɪvˌæljuːˈeɪʃən."