human
Otto:  He couldn’t claim to have understood the emotion of gratitude. It was just that he was aware he was being treated in a way he ought to be grateful for, so it was his youthful judgment to put together an obligatory display of gratitude. And yet, his parents were brought to tears, their hearts shaken. What was this? Why were these two people crying? What was it they were feeling?
gpt
Otto:  When he raised his voice and cried, it might well have been the first time he had cried since birth. If so, to Otto, it was the cry of his second birth.
human
Otto:  "Berukubikinodomesaesere"
gpt
Otto:  "NRTMKMEEIAA"
human
Otto:  "mi—mi—mu—me—mi—"
gpt
Otto:  It was soon after that he discovered that the hellish, incomprehensible chorus did have a rhyme and rhythm. By the time Otto became able to separate the countless noises he heard unceasingly and could completely able to isolate human words from the rest at will, Otto had greeted his eighth year of age. Otto’s life was still behind that of others of his age group, but his growth after conquering his blessing dazzled the eyes; he greedily absorbed all kinds of things like how parched sand absorbed water. He soon caught up to the rest of his age group—nay, the youthful Otto displayed talent beyond that. —And he became isolated from that age group, grandly failing at human relations.
human
Otto:  "Why does everyone take living in a difficult world like this for granted?" He’d already made up for his supposedly lagging education. However, his problem was now human relations—Otto, who lagged behind his age group in terms of growth as a person, made a string of blunders that should have played out in early childhood. And the biggest problem of all was indeed the blessing that had shadowed Otto since birth.
gpt
Otto:  "There was a big light."
human
Otto:  "I came, I saw, I won."
gpt
Otto:  "Hey, a monster’s coming."
human
Otto:  When he reached ten years of age, Otto realized there was a change in the voices he was consciously filtering. Noises that had once been meaningless had changed into something that did hold meaning. And as he verified the change in the voices more and more, Otto learned he bore a blessing, and so, too, he learned the true nature of the hell of his youth. Having discovered the existence of his blessing, Otto immediately spoke to his older brother about this power. When anything happened, his older brother, who had taught words to the young Otto, had become the one he could most rely on for guidance.