One night, she dreamt she was trapped in a vast analog studio. Rows of glowing 1073 preamps lined the walls, their knobs turning themselves. A figure in a tattered sound engineer coat leaned over her desk. “You wanted authenticity,” he whispered, “so we gave it to you. Now you’re part of the patch.” She awoke to her headphones: the Neve 1073 plugin open, its knobs spinning wildly, and a new vocal track auto-generating into her DAW. It was her voice—twisted, echoing, singing a song she’d never written.