text_original: _ * * * * * Pop Ganlon was no hero  he was only a spaceman. A spaceman and a father. In fact, Pop was rather no account, even in a profession that abounded with drifters. He had made a meagre living prospecting asteroids and hauling light freight and an occasional passenger out in the Belt Region. Coffee and cakes, nothing more.
text_transcription: POP GANLIN WAS NO HERO HE WAS ONLY A SPACEMAN A SPACEMAN AND A FATHER IN FACT POP WAS RATHER NO ACCOUNT EVEN IN A PROFESSION THAT ABOUNDED WITH DRIFTERS HE HAD MADE A MEAGRE LIVING PROSPECTING ASTEROIDS AND HAULING LIGHT FREIGHT AND AN OCCASIONAL PASSENGER OUT IN THE BELT REGION COFFEE AND CAKES NOTHING MORE
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk pˈɑːp ɡˈænlən wʌz nˈoʊ hˈiəɹoʊ hiː wʌz ˈoʊnli ɐ spˈeɪsmən. ɐ spˈeɪsmən ænd ɐ fˈɑːðɚ. ɪn fˈækt, pˈɑːp wʌz ɹˈæðɚ nˈoʊ ɐkˈaʊnt, ˈiːvən ɪn ɐ pɹəfˈɛʃən ðæt ɐbˈaʊndᵻd wɪð dɹˈɪftɚz. hiː hæd mˌeɪd ɐ mˈiːɡɚ lˈɪvɪŋ pɹˈɑːspɛktɪŋ ˈæstɚɹˌɔɪdz ænd hˈɔːlɪŋ lˈaɪt fɹˈeɪt ænd ɐn əkˈeɪʒənəl pˈæsɪndʒɚɹ ˈaʊt ɪnðə bˈɛlt ɹˈiːdʒən. kˈɔfi ænd kˈeɪks, nˈʌθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ.