Information on how the Story was created
To effectively test the xtts2 speech engine, consistent and well-structured text is essential. This ensures the engine can accurately process and vocalize diverse linguistic patterns, intonation, and pacing. For example, the text should maintain uniformity in grammar, vocabulary, and sentence structure while incorporating varied emotional tones (e.g., urgency, calmness, or excitement). Generating such text programmatically or through AI allows for scalable testing, enabling the engine to handle edge cases like complex syntax, dialects, or technical jargon. This consistency ensures the speech engine’s output remains clear, natural, and adaptable to different use cases, from audiobooks to virtual assistants.
The model that was used for this generation is Qwen 3 Qwen3 is the latest generation of large language models in Qwen series, offering a comprehensive suite of dense and mixture-of-experts (MoE) models. Built upon extensive training, Qwen3 delivers groundbreaking advancements in reasoning, instruction-following, agent capabilities, and multilingual support, with the following key features:
This model was a 14 billion parameter model.
AI Prompt for the Story
generate a short story that could be read in 5 minutes. The story should be a recreation of Alita Battle angel story.
The Actual Story used to test the voices.
💡 “The Spark in the Circuit”
By [AI Assistant]
In the neon-drenched city of Zalem, where skyscrapers pierced the clouds and poverty clung to the streets below, Alita stood at the edge of the Hunter’s Arena. Her crimson eyes, glowing faintly, scanned the crowd.
“Ready, girl?” taunted Jaganshi, a hulking hunter with a jagged cybernetic arm. He smirked at her battered frame—her body, a patchwork of stolen tech and Ido’s desperate hope.
Alita’s fingers twitched. “I am not a girl,” she thought, recalling the voice from her past, the one that had whispered “You are more than your parts.”
The bell rang.
Jaganshi lunged, his arm a blur of steel and malice. Alita dodged, her movements fluid, almost human. She had trained for this—Ido’s lessons, the memories of her past life, the fire of her mother’s voice: “Fight for something greater.”
But Jaganshi was relentless. His strikes cracked the arena floor. Alita’s armor sparked, her circuits screaming. Blood seeped from a gash on her arm.
“Why do I fight?” she wondered, her mind a storm of fragmented memories. Was it for Ido? For the people below? For the girl who once dreamed of dancing in the rain?
A flash of memory: her mother, smiling, holding her tiny hand. “You have a soul, Alita. That is your weapon.”
Alita’s eyes blazed. She grabbed Jaganshi’s arm, locking it in a grip forged from steel and will. With a roar, she twisted—snap! His arm dislocated, and he fell.
The crowd erupted.
Alita stood, breathless, her body trembling. Jaganshi glared, but she didn’t look away.
“Not bad,” he growled. “But you’re still just a toy.”
Alita’s lips curved into a smile. “No,” she said, her voice steady. “I am a spark. And sparks can light the darkest places.”
As the crowd chanted her name, she looked up at Zalem’s towers—cold, unyielding. Somewhere, Ido was watching. Somewhere, a girl was still dreaming.
And Alita? She was just beginning.