In addition to the financial investment in content, there is also the time/intellectual investment people have spent in learning the Poser way of doing things as it has evolved. Genesis breaks with that. The closer integration of the figures with the software into more of a ‘system’ is new. Consider just the years that people have spent deciphering the guts of .cr2 files and how to tweak them. Whenever there is a fundamental shift, e.g. moving from desktop programming to the web, there will be a lot of folks who see their investment going up in smoke to some degree. There will be those who are always eager to get onto the next great thing, but they may be a minority. I think that even if Genesis had been Poser compatible from the beginning, there would have been reluctance to adopt it in some quarters. Even if the process were transparent to the end user, the content creators would still face a learning curve. That ‘lost’ investment also translates into emotional investment that can, understandably, surface as resentment and hostility. Eventually, things settle down and you have either a reconciliation or a schism into two different ways of doing things – one or both of which may survive. In this case, we seem to have a growing reconciliation based perhaps on pragmatic business interests, but a reconciliation nevertheless. May the peace be preserved and God bless us every one

"Aye, that one? Got that in the Gamma wars. Ripped from belly to breast bone. Aye, spent six month in the regen tanks and a belly full ‘o synthi-guts to prove it. The eye? Well, lad, there’s a tale. It were in th’ Tits vs. Hits conflict. Ripped clean out ‘o the socket by a Tittenstein dagger it was. Here, gimme your toy magnet. See, sticks right to me head. Got a duranium plate in there. Aye, it were in th’ Genesis war – ethnic cleansing they called it – but take my word for it lad, it were a war, right and proper, and a nasty one at that That were when we lost ol’ Cap’n Ahab. He swore a blood oath that he’d get th’ Great Grey Blob that took his leg if he had to follow her to th’ gates ‘o Hell. Last we saw, he had a harpoon in her when she dived. Never found a hair ’o his head did we. They say you can still see him on dark stormy nights like now, ridin’ atop the great beast and cursin’ God. It be enough to scare a man near to death. Say, lad, pass me that jug ‘o rum. Now, did I ever tell ye about th’ Slutwear Police Action?"

 

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