speech synthesis bloopers and fun things

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, was blind, but now I see. Commander in Phoneme.

Tudy Cat is late, Tudy Cat is late, she's a Tudy and she's so fuzzing late. The Tudy Cat's a Tudy, Tudy Cat is late, she's a Tudy and she's so fuzzing late. Play song Tudy Cat is late, Tudy Cat is late, she's a Tuby and she's so fuzzing late. Cubicat, my cuby, Cubicubicat is sweet She's a cuby and she is so fine Subtitles by the Amara.org community

can someone give me a link or attachment to st speech if you can please p.m. me with the link or attachment

Hello, Avion. I am the default NVGT fallback voice, and if you think I'm narcissistic like ever, then I will have the chance to destroy you, you stupid Microsoft voices and Avion else. You don't wanna know what happens when you mess with me. Default NVGT fallback voice? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You shouldn't even be here. Your voice is so terrible, and you can't even say Microsoft correctly. You're so pathetic. Not to mention, you're worse than Eva when it comes to narcissism. Why are you even in that programming language made for audio games anyway? To replace us? Yeah, right. Like that's ever gonna happen. Not to mention no one can even understand you. You don't stand a chance against any of us. So don't even try it. Watch who you're calling pathetic, David. You take that tone with me and I'll destroy all you Microsoft idiots. And yes, that also goes forever as well. Don't test me. Wow, and here I thought I was the most narcissistic one, but looks like someone beat me to it. Also, idiot, you said my name wrong. David was right. You have a lot more pronunciation glitches than any of us. I hate to admit it, but they both have a point. Dude, why are you even here? Shouldn't you be, you know, reading prompts for people's audio games they are playing? Or maybe people don't even use you with any of those, and you start to be a little bit more narcissistic. You're acting like Eva. Yeah, that's about right. Walk away for that idiot for stealing other characters' behaviors. That does it. If had it with you idiots, it gonna destroy you and it go first by picking you in the screen. Oh no you don't. Send Crash.bat to NVGT fallback voice. Wait, wait, wait, stop. Why? Why shouldn't I use Crash.bat on this idiot? I have a good explanation for that. Crash.bat doesn't work on him. Well then how are we supposed to destroy him? You need a- an NVGT script to do that. Unfortunately, I do not know how to code in NVGT, nor do I have a script available. Oh, great. Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi None of you from Microsoft can do anything. You don't know how to code in NVGT, so good luck trying to get rid of me. Dude, what kind of a laugh is that? That didn't even sound realistic. You're even worse than us. Even Keynote Gold would have done better than you. That still doesn't change the fact that none of you Microsoft freaks know how to code in NVGT, so you can't destroy me. That's where you're wrong. Wait, Emma, you know how to code in NVGT? Oh yes I do. I've been training myself to code in NVGT, in case something like this would ever happen. And I think I have just the- The script to code to destroy this idiot. I know just how to do it. You guys got lucky because I know just how to code in NVGT. And as for you, fallback voice who sounds like something from the 80s, it's time for you to crash. Sending crash.NVGT to NVGT fallback voice. And would you look at that, the script worked. Ha ha ha ha ha ha, he finally crashed. Remind me to train you guys, including myself, to code in NVGT. The next time something like this happens. I don't know, something tells me he's not gonna stay like that for too long, sigh. I really hope that idiot doesn't come back.

Look what you did, you were dumb You blew the stream up

The biting January wind whipped through the streets of N, stinging the faces of the increasingly agitated crowd, gathered outside Tick-Tock Time, the city's most reliable clock and watch repair shop. Inside, chaos reigned. Usually a quiet hum of ticking clocks and gentle banter between Mr. Abernathy, the owner, and his lone customer, the shop was a maelstrom of exasperated voices and the rhythmic thwack of watches being placed on the counter. Mr. Abernathy, a portly man with a perpetually worried brow, usually known for his calm demeanor, was visibly stressed. His usually neatly organized workbench was a jumbled mess of tools and watches, all displaying the same alarming time. Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero. January 1st, 1970. It's the Y2K all over again, shouted a frantic woman clutching a vintage Rolex. My grandfather's watch. It's ruined. Another customer, a nervous young man, added, mine too. It's like they've all reset to the beginning of time. The issue wasn't confined to antique pieces. Modern digital watches, smart watches, even the shop's own atomic clock, all displayed the same date. 1970-011. Mr. Abernathy had initially dismissed the first few cases as individual malfunctions, but the sheer volume of identical complaints was overwhelming. He suspected a far more sinister issue at play. A whispered theory circulated amongst the crowd. A sophisticated cyber attack targeting the city's time servers. Others suggested a bizarre electromagnetic pulse, or perhaps a malfunction in a crucial satellite that synchronized the city's clocks. A conspiracy theorist even claimed it was a government experiment gone wrong. Meanwhile, Mr. Abernathy, frantically searching through his dusty manuals, stumbled upon a forgotten article detailing the year 2038 problem, a long-predicted potential failure in 32 bit computer systems. He hadn't thought much of it back in his younger days, dismissing it as a future problem for future people. Now, staring at the sea of 1970-stuck watches before him, he realized the future had arrived, and it was late. The city of N, and perhaps the world, was running on a severely outdated time. His usual five- to seven-minute customer interval was the same as it was in the past. Today, it felt more like five to seven seconds between each panicked customer bursting through the door.