Hello, I'm a text to speech system. Here's an example of my voice reading this message.

Type your text to hear it in the voice of Jordan Costa. The soft hum of machinery filled the room as Jordan Costa's TTS Computer AI sprang to life. The whirring of gears and the clicking of switches echoed through the air, creating a symphony of mechanical sounds. The AI's voice, smooth and melodic, cut through the noise like a knife, commanding attention with its clarity and precision. It was a sound unlike any other, a perfect fusion of technology and humanity that captivated all who heard it. As the AI continued to speak, its words seemed to shimmer and dance in the air, like musical notes cascading from a flute. Each syllable was enunciated with meticulous care, each pause pregnant with meaning. It was a voice that held power and authority, drawing listeners in with its magnetic charm. The cadence of its speech, with its rhythmic rise and fall, was like a sonnet being recited by a master poet, each word carefully chosen to convey a specific emotion or idea. Occasionally, a faint crackle could be heard in the background, like static electricity fizzling in the air. It added a touch of unpredictability to the AI's otherwise flawless performance, a reminder that even the most advanced technology was not immune to imperfections. But instead of detracting from the experience, the crackle served to humanize the AI, making it feel more relatable and accessible to those who interacted with it. At times, the AI's voice would distort slightly, giving it a robotic twang that hinted at its artificial origins. It was a subtle reminder that behind the smooth façade of its speech lay a complex network of circuits and processors, working tirelessly to process and deliver information at lightning speed. The distortion only served to enhance the AI's allure, adding a layer of intrigue and mystery to its already captivating presence. Despite its artificial nature, there was an undeniable warmth to the AI's voice, like the gentle crackle of a fireplace on a cold winter's night. It had a soothing quality that put listeners at ease, enveloping them in a blanket of comfort and reassurance. The AI's timbre was rich and full-bodied, resonating with a depth of emotion that belied its mechanical origins. It was a voice that spoke not just with words, but with feeling, forging a powerful connection with all who heard it. As the AI continued to speak, its voice began to swell and crescendo, rising to a thunderous climax that reverberated through the room. The sheer magnitude of its sound was awe-inspiring, filling every corner with its commanding presence. It was a voice that demanded attention, holding listeners captive with its sheer force and intensity. And yet, beneath the towering facade of sound lay a delicate vulnerability, a fragility that made the AI all the more human in the eyes of those who listened. In moments of quiet contemplation, the AI's voice would fade to a whisper, barely audible above the gentle hum of the machinery. It was a hushed, almost conspiratorial tone, as if sharing a secret with a trusted confidant. The intimacy of its speech drew listeners in, inviting them to lean closer and hang on its every word. It was a rare glimpse into the inner workings of the AI, a private moment shared between man and machine. And as the final echoes of the AI's voice faded into silence, a sense of awe and wonder lingered in the air. The sounds of its speech, once so vivid and commanding, now hung in the air like a fading memory, leaving behind a lingering sense of longing and nostalgia. It was a bittersweet farewell, a reminder of the transient nature of sound and the fleeting beauty of the spoken word. And yet, in that moment of quiet reflection, the AI's voice remained etched in the minds of all who had heard it, a haunting melody that would never be forgotten.