Baritone Male Quick Voice Over Book

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Baritone Male Quick Voice Over Book 
ZD2155731
Looking for a male baritone voice talent to record an audio book. We pay $125 per finished hour of audio. Finished hour of audio is considered to be mistake free knowing that everyone makes a mistake here and there. Also included at this price is one round of edits that will be supplied by chapter, time in audio, along with name or word and phonetic spelling if applicable. Approximate pay to talent upon completion is $550. 
2017-03-26 02:16:24 GMT
2017-03-30 21:00:00 (GMT -06:00) Central Time (US & Canada) 
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Project Parameters

The Voice Actor should be located in:
Fixed - USD 550
Audiobooks
No
43439 WORDS
English - USA and Canada
Not defined
Middle Age Male
• Audio files must be delivered via FTP/Dropbox/Google Drive/cloud
There are no special pre-, post-, or production requirements for this project.
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The voice seeker is willing to hire either union or non-union talents for this project

Script Details

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Moments of awareness flashed on and off, all in darkness. Coming out of cryo is slow and discordant, a bow screeching across violin strings. At times so loud I felt as if my eyes would explode. Colors igniting then fading. Elastic screams stretching then snapping back into whimpers. Thought fragments like raindrops shattering upon the ground. I didn’t dream during transit. I awoke on a scratchy breath, fully conscious, not ready to open my eyes. Another breath less harsh, deeper. Another and another, a stormy rhythm. Heartbeat double-tapping, a rich, low tone out of sync with my breathing. I wanted to be calmer before risking a visual so checked with other senses first. Didn’t feel much. Could still be numb from stasis. Mouth tasted of stale grain, fermented berries, and bile. Heard the soft hum of a recirculator, the steady cycling of machinery. Maybe medical? The smell of chemicals and ozone through one nostril lent credence to my suspicion. I cracked open my eyes to a slit, testing. Blinked several times then scanned. Rock walls and ceiling. Dark brown and black crystallite hatchways. Overhead glow lamps of shaded amber. I was strapped to a metal table, naked but not cold. I saw equipment around me that resembled similar devices Earthside before transit. Must be a medical unit. Transit complete? “You are syn-tech Apollo Grayson.” A statement, not a question. The male-modulated AI voice sounded close, but I couldn’t see from what.
S.R. GILLISPIE AND K.J. GILLISPIE
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“Call me Gray.” A bit snappy. I don’t like being strapped down and snuck up on. “I am medical interface JK-127. You may address me as Doc. How are you feeling?” I was suddenly surprised. A question with inflection, no careful monotone. “Fine mostly. You can release me now, find my clothes, and I have a clogged nostril. Can you handle that for me, Jake?” “Of course, Slim!” Sarcasm? This job was looking better. Two thin metal arms came around my head, engaged my nose, and the clog was gone. I inhaled fully. Much more comfortable. The arms disappeared behind my head, and immediately, the tables locking mechanism disconnected. I sat up slowly, swiveled, and tried to find the floor with my feet. “Do you wish me to pick you up when you fall, or do you wish to dress from the floor?” I couldn’t help smiling and stayed put. Sarcasm and humor? I thought, shaking my head. “I’m starting to like you, Doc.” The synthetic biologic AI stepped into view. About five feet tall, humanoid, with blue and gold mottled synth-skin and multifaceted ruby red eyes. Aged to resemble a kindly man in his mid fifties, he was dressed in loose white pants, white shirt, and exam lab coat. “And I you, Gray.” He stuck out his hand smiling. “Welcome to Maximum Security Prison Asteroid 48. The inmates here call it Diablo’s Fire.” I grabbed his hand, noticing the firm grip, the warm and natural feeling. Strong too, enough to crush the bones in my hand but gently pulling me to my feet instead, holding on until I was steady. I was slowly led over to a hatchway that irised open, revealing a small office space. 
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2011-06-28
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