Oh yes. Jedakk’s pre-Sabina Poser character "Michelle" was both physically plausible and insanely erotic.
He lost her in a hard drive crash, and I mourn her to this very day.
Back in those days Poser was so unstable that you really needed to save your work about every two minutes because the program was going to crash, just a matter of when. And any laborious work you had done up to that point that wasn't saved was gone.
That wasn't what happened to Michelle. I got a new PC, store-bought, didn't build it myself like I do today. It (supposedly) would let you build a RAID array using three to five disks which could be configured various ways to provide redundant storage. Your data would be written across several disks at once, so highly secure. Except the on-board RAID controller on that computer was shit. It would crash and wipe out everything you had on your computer,
everything. Including Michelle. So that's where she went.
Brings to mind this poem from a long-bygone era, based on Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven":
Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, still I sat there, doing spreadsheets;
Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand, then invoked the SAVE command
But I got a reprimand: it read "Abort, Retry, Ignore"
Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.
Carefully, I weighed my options, these three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one:
Choose "Abort, Retry, Ignore"
With my fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, finally I pressed a key -
But on the screen what did I see?
Again: "Abort, Retry, Ignore"
I tried to catch the chips off-guard - I pressed again, but twice as hard.
Luck was just not in the cards: I saw what I had seen before.
Now I typed in desperation, trying random combinations
Still there came the incantation:
Choose: "Abort, Retry, Ignore"
There I sat, distraught exhausted, by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw an awful sight: a bold and blinding flash of light -
A lightning bolt had cut the night and shook me to my very core.
I saw the screen collapse and die "Oh no - my database!" I cried
I thought I heard a voice reply, "You'll see your data Nevermore!"
To this day I do not know the place to which lost data goes
I bet it goes to heaven where the angels have it stored
But as for productivity, well I fear that IT goes straight to hell
And that's the tale I have to tell
Your choice: "Abort, Retry, Ignore"