Ding goes the shadow beside the bed. It's a generic sort of sound—thrown together by an electrical engineer with better things to do. It's been thirty good years since 8-bit sounds and piezoelectric speakers were cutting edge, and still those sounds are the standard. Dings. Buzzes. Tones. Once they were a practical necessity, but now they're nothing more than a relic of the past. Thirty years and nobody's ever bothered to change the standard. Humans are like that. We forget why things