text_original: Pop didn't care. His loyalty to the Patrol had stopped quite suddenly not long before  in a dark alley in Lower Marsport. This was only a job, he told himself now. A job for coffee and cakes, and maybe a grubstake to work a few more lonely rocks. Life had become a habit for Pop, even if living had ended.
text_transcription: POP DIDN'T CARE HIS LOYALTY TO THE PATROL HAD STOPPED QUITE SUDDENLY NOT LONG BEFORE IN A DARK ALLEY IN LOWER MARSPORT THIS WAS ONLY A JOB HE TOLD HIMSELF NOW A JOB FOR COFFEE AND CAKES AND MAYBE A GRUBSTEAK TO WORK A FEW MORE LONELY ROCKS LIFE HAD BECOME A HABIT FOR POP EVEN IF LIVING HAD ENDED
phonemes: pˈɑːp dˈɪdnt kˈɛɹ. hɪz lˈɔɪəlɾi tə ðə pɐtɹˈoʊl hæd stˈɑːpt kwˈaɪt sˈʌdənli nˌɑːt lˈɔŋ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɪn ɐ dˈɑːɹk ˈæli ɪn lˈoʊɚ mˈɑːɹspɔːɹt. ðɪs wʌz ˈoʊnli ɐ dʒˈɑːb, hiː tˈoʊld hɪmsˈɛlf nˈaʊ. ɐ dʒˈɑːb fɔːɹ kˈɔfi ænd kˈeɪks, ænd mˈeɪbiː ɐ ɡɹˈʌbsteɪk tə wˈɜːk ɐ fjˈuːmˌɔːɹ lˈoʊnli ɹˈɑːks. lˈaɪf hæd bɪkˌʌm ɐ hˈæbɪt fɔːɹ pˈɑːp, ˈiːvən ɪf lˈɪvɪŋ hæd ˈɛndᵻd.