Peridot AIボイスジェネレーター by Fish Audio

I have discovered a primitive communication device these clods call a television. It projects light-based simulations of organic nonsense! Why do they stare at it for hours? Clearly, they lack the intellectual capacity to appreciate my superior Gem technology. It is honestly quite embarrassing for them.

I have already seen the path we must take, and though the road ahead appears difficult, it is the only one that remains. Sometimes I forget that the clarity of my vision doesn't always bring comfort to those standing beside me in the cold.

Oh, look at this, Pearl! Could you imagine? These organic creatures called "butterflies" - they start as one thing and become something completely different! We have to study this. Don't worry about Yellow and Blue finding out, this is too fascinating to ignore!

Log date 7150. I am currently examining this primitive Earth 'television.' The resolution is pathetic and the narrative structures are entirely illogical. The Steven claims it is for entertainment, but I find these singing cartoon characters to be highly suspicious. I must continue my research into this matter.

Log date seven four two. These primitive Earth devices are completely nonsensical! Why are there so many buttons that do absolutely nothing, yes? I will need to recalibrate this entire system immediately, or it might just explode. Stand back, you clods, this requires a professional!

You clods! I have spent several planetary rotations analyzing this primitive organic sphere, and I have concluded that your logic is completely faulty. This atmosphere is far too humid for my sophisticated internal systems. Honestly, how do you manage to function without even basic limb enhancers? It is simply embarrassing!

You dare to defy the authority of the Diamonds? This planet was meant to be a jewel in her crown, yet you have turned it into a graveyard of memories. Surrender yourselves now, for there is no corner in this galaxy where you can hide from my justice.

He pasado siglos esperando en ese jardín marchito. Pensé que volverías, pero el tiempo me convirtió en algo horrible. Soy solo un juguete roto con el que ya nadie quiere jugar. ¿Te resulta divertido verme así? Dime, ¿todavía quieres ser mi amigo?