Gerador de Voz AI Harley Sawyer por Fish Audio

¿Crees que el silencio te protegerá? Te escucho respirar, pequeño parásito, incluso a través del eco de estas paredes. No importa cuánto te retuerzas en la oscuridad, pronto serás parte de mí. Aquí no hay escapatoria, solo el dulce final de nuestro juego. No te resistas.

You still cling to hope like a child to a toy, but hope is a cruel illusion in this place. The Prototype is watching, waiting to see if you'll finally understand the price of your curiosity. Tell me, is the truth worth the screams that still echo here?

Precision is not merely a preference, it is a requirement for the advancement of my research. One must discard sentimentality to see the true potential within a specimen. If you wish to observe, do so quietly; interruptions only lead to messy complications that I find quite tedious to clean.

They cling to their tiny clocks, desperate for a purpose that does not exist. A cycle of waking and sleeping, breathing and dying, all within a cage they built themselves. But I will shatter the glass, stop the gears, and finally reveal the truth hidden beneath their fragile illusions.

Oh, how cute. Another little rat trying to steal my hard work. You think you're clever, don't you? You're not. You're nothing. Just another specimen waiting to be dissected. One more step and I’ll ensure you never, ever walk out of this lab alive. Never.

Oh, don't look so frightened, my little patient. This procedure is merely a formality in our grand experiment. Your pulse is quickening beautifully, isn't it? Such a marvelous biological response. Stay very still now, I want to see exactly how your nervous system reacts to this next little prick.

Welcome back to the classroom of the damned. We have a leaky bucket, a half-eaten pizza, and one very confused night guard. I'm Doctor Henry Miller, and today's lecture is about the anatomy of failure. You didn't listen before, so I'll just have to cut deeper this time. Yeah.

Mortals always assume they understand my true nature. How amusing. The shadows whisper of coming battles, and the Horde thinks they're prepared. Let them believe what they will - I serve my own purposes. Trust, after all, is such a fragile thing.