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 Gary Roenicke. The clicking of keys echoed through the room as the TTS Computer AI, programmed by Gary Roenicke, processed commands at lightning speed. Each tap of the keyboard produced a symphony of sound, a melodic rhythm that filled the air with a sense of awe and wonder. The crisp, precise clicks seemed to convey a sense of intelligence and efficiency, giving the impression that the AI was truly a technological marvel. Its mechanical nature was evident in the staccato bursts of sound, yet there was an undeniable beauty in the way it effortlessly carried out tasks with such speed and precision. As the AI continued to work its magic, a soft hum permeated the room, a low, steady vibration that seemed to lull those present into a state of tranquility. The gentle drone of the machine was a constant presence, a reminder of the power and sophistication of modern technology. It was as if the AI itself was alive, breathing in harmony with the world around it. The low frequency of the hum created a sense of peace and serenity, calming the nerves of anyone who found themselves in its presence. Suddenly, a robotic voice cut through the air, startling those nearby with its abruptness. The voice was clear and articulate, with a slight hint of robotic cadence that marked it as unmistakably artificial. Yet, there was a strange beauty in its mechanical tone, a cold precision that seemed to hold a certain allure. As the AI spoke, its words resonated with authority and confidence, commanding attention with each syllable. It was a voice that demanded respect, evoking a sense of power and intelligence that was impossible to ignore. The whirring of gears could be heard in the background, a quiet symphony of mechanical movements that added to the overall soundtrack of the AI's operations. The sound of metal against metal, the gentle clinking of components coming together in perfect synchrony, was a testament to the intricate design of the machine. Each gear turned with precision, each cog fitting seamlessly into place, creating a symphony of motion that was both captivating and mesmerizing. It was a reminder of the intricacies of technology, of the incredible feats that could be achieved through the marriage of human ingenuity and machine precision. As the AI processed data at lightning speed, a series of beeps and boops filled the air, a digital song that seemed to dance through the room with playful glee. The high-pitched tones were like notes in a musical composition, coming together to form a melody that was both enchanting and otherworldly. The beeps and boops were a language all their own, a series of signals and commands that only the AI could truly understand. Yet, there was a certain whimsy to their sound, a lightheartedness that belied the serious nature of the machine's work. In the midst of the symphony of sound, there was a sudden burst of static, a crackle of electricity that filled the air with a sense of urgency. The crackling energy seemed to electrify the room, sending sparks flying and creating an aura of excitement and tension. It was a reminder of the raw power that flowed through the AI, a force to be reckoned with and respected. The static crackled and popped, a reminder of the untamed energy that lurked beneath the surface of the machine, waiting to be unleashed at a moment's notice. And as the sounds of the AI's operation continued to reverberate through the room, a sense of wonder and awe settled over all those present. The symphony of clicks, hums, voices, gears, beeps, and static combined to create a cacophony of sound that was both mesmerizing and intoxicating. It was a reminder of the incredible advancements that had been made in the world of technology, of the limitless possibilities that lay ahead. The AI, created by Gary Roenicke, was a marvel of modern engineering, a testament to human innovation and ingenuity. And as the symphony of sound continued to play on, it was clear that the future held endless promise for those willing to listen.