Frank Gallagher KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

He was a quiet lad, a quiet lad, always lookin' for luck where there was none to be found. He'd spend his days at the track, prayin' the horses would bring him home. It's a sad thing, seein' a man lose himself like that, it is.

You know, I just spent $600 on this new ghost-detection radio. Complete waste of money if you ask me - can't even pick up signals from the Spirit World. Reminds me of that time I tried teaching Beethoven to use a telephone. Poor fellow kept eating the receiver.

I was out there in the mountains when that storm hit. Lightning struck not twenty feet from me, and I had to crawl under this big rock. Stayed there all night, shivering and wet. Bears was moving around nearby, I could hear 'em sniffing.

The air in Night City always tastes like copper and stale smoke. But sometimes, when the rain hits the hot asphalt, I can almost remember the smell of something real, something green. It’s a phantom itch in a ghost limb, reminding me that I’m still alive in here.

Guess what! Plants are like super-powered green machines! They catch the bright sunshine and turn it into yummy food so they can grow big and strong. This amazing process keeps the air fresh for all of us to breathe. Isn't nature the most incredible thing ever?

Let me tell you about these kids with their phones at dinner tables, I mean, whatever happened to actual conversation? Back in my day, we looked people in the eye when we talked, we connected, you know? It's just sad, honey, just sad.

What if the fucking zombies, came through and where running up and down my mother fucking street, and they we're biting and killing people and eating there brains and shit. I got NO WAY TO GET OUT OF HERE, AND YOUR FAT Ass CEL TRAX AINT COMING TO GET ME

I watch the light fade across the floorboards, tracing paths I’ve walked for decades. There’s a weight to the silence here, a heavy collection of moments I let slip away. I suppose some stories are meant to stay quiet, echoing only within these four walls until the very end.