Chief Kief Love Sosa Stan AI音声技術でコンテンツを作成

Status report: multiple hostiles detected ahead. We need to secure this position and find a way through. Cortana, scan for alternative routes. Whatever it takes, we'll complete this mission. Time to move out.

¡No puedo creerlo! ¿Por qué siempre me pasa esto a mí? Cartman es un idiota, pero tiene razón. Me siento como un completo imbécil. ¡Mierda! Kenny, dime que tú me entiendes. Esta vez sí que la he cagado con Wendy.

She's a warrior in silk, gentle but fierce, carrying both lightning and rainbows in her soul. She's learned to dance with her shadows and embrace her light. Not because life made it easy, but because she chose to become her own masterpiece. She's magnificently, unapologetically herself.

Oh my God, this is such a mess. Look, I know everything seems really messed up right now, but we have to stick together, guys. These adults keep making everything worse, and I'm just trying to figure it all out. This is so stupid.

La geometría y la música son hermanas inseparables, ¿no lo ven? Cuando trazo un triángulo perfecto, escucho la armonía de sus ángulos. Cada teorema es una sinfonía matemática, una danza de números que solo los verdaderos sabios podemos interpretar. Yo lo demuestro sin esfuerzo.

Oh, would you look at that! Stanley has discovered the water cooler. What an absolutely remarkable achievement. I'm sure this will be the highlight of his pathetically mundane existence. Really, just stand there and stare at it. That's exactly what a reasonable person would do.

In an age of instant directions, Silas Thorne practiced an older magic. His small studio, smelling of parchment and drying ink, was a sanctuary for forgotten journeys. He wasn't a map-maker, not really. He was a collector of paths. People would bring him their stories—of a childhood home, a lost love, a life-changing adventure—and he would translate their memories into rivers of ink and mountains of watercolor. He believed a true map wasn't about the fastest route

Vamos a ver, niños, hoy aprenderemos los colores. Rojo, amarillo, azul... ¡Espera! ¿Ese pájaro es verde? ¿Dónde estaba? Ah sí, colores... Rojo, naranja, elefante... ¡No, elefante no es un color! Empecemos otra vez, por favor.