I've said it elsewhere: if the Amiga was a car, it'd be lying on the ground in a traffic median, in disparate rusty pieces while five mechanics (all of whom claim to own the heaps of parts, its legacy, the car's name, owner's manual, etc. etc.) had a fistfight over who everything belonged to.
Meanwhile ten or twenty people standing around this disaster are yelling at people tooling by on their way to work, out for a pleasure drive, or whatever that when this car is finally rebuilt, everyone will want to own one.
The sad reality is that what this crowd of onlookers don't understand is that the pieces, when put together, will build a Trabant.
