(german or russian accent) We're on the same side, comrade. Now no one can tell you that you didn't do your duty. Tell your commanding officer the truth. They'll sort it all out eventually. My apologies.

(in a child's voice) Chest. Arms. Head. Everywhere. They were all over me, the hammers and hymns. It stopped eventually, and there was this voice – a gentle voice – telling me it'll all be okay. And it's true. It was only okay when the light fades away and the ticking halts

(unique, but realistic voice) D-24461 leaned heavily on the stark steel table, staring at the black rotary phone before her. She looked up at the empty room, towards the wall where, she assumed, the Foundation researchers were cataloging her answers.