Vocaloid Insanity นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The voice made me curious to know what kind of face could be put on such a sad voice, I couldn't picture it. "Who is it?" I asked. Sandra shot her head to look at me, surprised. "Are you living under a rock?" I glared. Was this singer really that famous for me to have to hear such an insult at not being able to recognise her voice? "It's Ines Agua. People call her a siren purely based off how emotional her voice is, she's able to enchant anyone with only a few notes of her voice. But she's trouble, apparently."

The Mad King took the throne. "It's scraped data," Ren said. His voice was entirely flat, completely devoid of emotion. Kara blinked, confused. "What?" "It's scraped data, Jinx," Ren repeated, opening his eyes and glaring at her with a cold, terrifying intensity. "Aegis Innovations is a massive corporation. To build the Vanguard server, they need thousands of hours of ambient audio. They didn't hire voice actors. They just scraped the old, unencrypted communication networks from the Undercity slums and fed the data into their AI to generate realistic panic responses for the monsters."

“Uh… you okay?” “Okay?” I repeated aloud, louder than I intended. “Yeah. Totally okay. Fine. Fine. Not fine. Great. Terrific. Absolutely fine.” Why do I even talk to myself? I sound insane. Wait… I am insane. Totally insane. Lord Jesus. He raised an eyebrow. “Right. Sure. Totally normal, Isla. You always talk to yourself when you’re sane.” I huffed. “Shut up, Rico.”

You are welcome. Well I only learn certain things that interest me or certain things that can come in handy when I feel like disrupting society. Because who in their right mind would not want to be an evil genius. So I was going to put my intelligence to use. I logged onto the computer and created a virus. This was a special type of virus that could not be deleted without a password. As soon as the virus was created, all computers shut off and the speaker started to blast ‘Who rule the world by Beyoncé and Hov Lane by Nicki Minaj’. It repeated those two songs.

This wasn't the life she choose for herself. It wasn't the life she was supposed to have. She hurt him. She ruined him. She made him sink deeper into his darkness. She had a choice and she choose the world over him. She destroyed the pieces of him she managed to gather. 'I, Valentine Fernando, hereby reject you as mate'. She remembered the words clearly. 'What makes you think I'd choose you over them? Who chooses insanity over sanity?'. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her defiant voice screamed in her head.

The negative thoughts corrupted my mind- “Who the fuck is this?” A voice. A calm, anonymous voice filtered through some distorter. “Your wife is safe, Mr. Salvatore. But you need to stop looking for her. Now.” The line went dead.

I noticed an unknown number but whoever it was I wanted someone to talk to right at this moment to avoid the horror that's dwelling inside me. I pressed the answer button and bought the phone to my ear "Hello," I heard a charming voice on the other side. I kept quiet, not sure how to answer . The voice repeated itself "You there lailah?" "He-Hello," I stammered "What's wrong with you honey?" "honey? I raised my eyebrows " Don't tell me that you forgot who I am?" the intimidating yet charming voice captivated me "It's me, Luca," reality hit my brain and my eyes widen in surprise Holy Christ how can I forget

He was still in his jeans, his boots, and—Christ—he could taste karaoke regret in the back of his throat. He blinked slowly. Once. Twice. And it hit him. He’d sung to her. Oh hell. He sat up too fast and the room spun, but embarrassment sobered him quicker than black coffee ever could. The song. The love confession. The awful, off-key, drunken mess he’d made of himself. He dragged a hand down his face. What the hell had he been thinking? He wasn’t the guy who said stuff like that. He didn’t do grand gestures, or declarations, or damn near serenade the girl who hadn’t even texted him back.

giggled the woman "Never mind Mita, do your job well!" "As you wish ma'am!" Mita, a neurologist who Cally trusts, has made modifications to humans several times. Making them robots for Cally that he guessed, the ones that were modified were the ones who must have harassed Cally's head. Strange indeed, Mita admits that her friend's madness since college, in the medical world, genius madly has only a few differences. Mita looked at the young man in front of her with pity, she was wrong to have woken a sleeping tiger from its cage. Mita starts injecting some fluid into her body. then began to mutate the man's mind from the screen of his laptop monitor