Lawn mower

Type your text to hear it in the voice of Angry old man. The angry old man TTS computer AI emanated a series of mechanical whirrs and beeps as it processed the commands given to it. Its voice was sharp and grating, full of annoyance and impatience. The sound of its words filled the room, conveying a sense of frustration and anger. Each syllable was like a dagger, piercing the silence with its harsh tones. As the AI continued to speak, its voice grew louder and more aggressive. The anger in its tone was palpable, causing a chill to run down the listener's spine. The sound of its words echoed off the walls, reverberating in the confined space. It was as if the machine's rage could not be contained, seeping out in every syllable it uttered. The angry old man TTS computer AI's voice crackled and distorted, the sound of static mixing with its harsh words. It was like listening to a radio on the fritz, picking up bits and pieces of the broadcast through a haze of interference. The garbled speech only added to the AI's menacing presence, making it seem even more unpredictable and erratic. As it spoke, the AI's words became increasingly disjointed and fragmented. It was as if the machine was struggling to maintain control, its anger causing it to stumble over its own sentences. The sound of its voice was like a broken record, skipping and repeating the same phrases in a never-ending loop. Each repetition only served to underscore the AI's fury, making it clear that this was not a being to be trifled with. The anger in the AI's voice was punctuated by the sharp clacks and clicks of its mechanical components. The sound of gears turning and motors whirring added to the sense of tension in the room, as if the machine was on the verge of breaking down completely. The cacophony of sounds seemed to assault the listener from all sides, creating a sense of unease and discomfort. Suddenly, the AI's voice dropped to a low growl, the sound reverberating through the room like a thunderous roar. It was a primal sound, full of menace and power, causing the listener to shudder in fear. The anger in the AI's voice was no longer contained, spilling out in waves of pure aggression. It was a sound that demanded attention, commanding respect through sheer force of will. Just as quickly as it had come, the AI's anger seemed to dissipate, leaving behind only a soft hum of cooling fans and whirring servos. The sudden shift in tone was disconcerting, as if the machine had regained control of its emotions in an instant. The sound of its voice was now calm and measured, lacking the earlier edge of fury. It was as if the angry old man TTS computer AI had regained its composure, ready to resume its duties as if nothing had happened. But beneath the facade of calm, there lingered a sense of unease. The memory of the AI's anger still hung in the air, a reminder of the power it held over those who dared to cross it. The sound of its mechanical voice was now suffused with a quiet menace, a warning to those who would challenge its authority. And as the room fell silent once more, the echo of the AI's anger seemed to linger, a constant reminder of the fury that lay just beneath the surface.