Fazbear Automated Machine

This isn't a sci-fi robot with a computer filter, and it's not a growling monster—it is a pre-recorded, low-tech automated facility intercom menu from May 1993. Think of those eerie, robotic telephone lines you get when you call a bank after hours, or a factory warning broadcast. The voice is completely flat, polite, and neutral. The absolute horror of this role comes from how calm and clinical the machine stays while Oliver is actively screaming for his life and slamming against locked doors in pitch darkness.

What I need from you: Give me pure, mechanical monotone. Do not put an ounce of human emotion or anger into it. I need a deadpan, professional announcer voice that sounds completely soulless. Pace your words with tiny, unnatural pauses so it feels like a primitive 90s computer putting together separate audio files to form a sentence. If you can deliver bone-chilling corporate, show me what you got!