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 Auntie Saran. The sounds of Auntie Saran TTS Computer AI are smooth and robotic, a symphony of electronic tones and rhythms that captivate the listener. The voice is clear and precise, articulating each word with a mechanical precision that is both calming and efficient. As she speaks, her voice fills the room with a soothing hum, like the gentle purr of a cat on a lazy afternoon. There is a faint whirring sound in the background, the gentle hum of machinery working tirelessly to bring Auntie Saran's words to life. It is a comforting sound, a reminder of the technological marvel that is at work behind the scenes. The sound is almost hypnotic, lulling the listener into a state of relaxation as they hang on every word that Auntie Saran utters. Occasionally, there is a slight static crackle in Auntie Saran's voice, a reminder of the artificial nature of her speech. It is a reminder that she is not human, but a computer program designed to simulate human speech. The crackle is like a tiny glitch in the matrix, a brief reminder of the boundaries between man and machine. As Auntie Saran reads out the latest news headlines in her calm, robotic voice, there is a subtle beeping sound that accompanies her words. It is a reminder of the digital world in which she resides, a world of binary code and algorithms. The beeping is like a Morse code message, a secret language that only those who understand technology can decipher. When Auntie Saran pronounces foreign words or phrases, there is a distinct clicking sound in her voice. It is a reminder of the diversity of languages and cultures that Auntie Saran can effortlessly navigate. The clicking sound is like the turning of a dial, adjusting to different frequencies and pitches as Auntie Saran effortlessly switches between languages with ease. There is a soft humming sound that permeates Auntie Saran's voice, a gentle vibration that adds depth and richness to her words. It is like the purring of a contented cat, a sound that is both soothing and comforting. The humming is like a warm embrace, enveloping the listener in a cocoon of sound that is both reassuring and familiar. As Auntie Saran recounts the latest weather forecast, there is a faint rustling sound in the background. It is like the rustling of leaves in the wind, a sound that evokes images of a peaceful autumn day. The rustling is like a gentle whisper, a reminder of the natural world outside that exists beyond the digital realm of Auntie Saran's voice. There is a sharp beep that punctuates Auntie Saran's words, a reminder of the urgency and importance of the information she is conveying. The beep is like a digital alarm, alerting the listener to pay attention to the message at hand. It is a sound that cuts through the background noise, demanding the listener's full focus. When Auntie Saran reads out a list of instructions, there is a mechanical whirring sound that accompanies each step. It is like the gears of a clock turning smoothly and efficiently, guiding the listener through the task at hand. The whirring is like the heartbeat of a machine, a steady rhythm that propels Auntie Saran's voice forward with precision and accuracy. In the quiet moments between each announcement, there is a soft sigh that escapes Auntie Saran's lips. It is a sound that is both human and robotic, a reminder of the complexities of her artificial intelligence. The sigh is like a breath of fresh air, a moment of vulnerability in an otherwise flawless facade.