Sucks to be them. Yeah, they probably should have saved a backup more recently, but at the end of the day, they've been robbed. It's not that they've had some corrupted data that foresight COULD have avoided, it's that somebody broke into their home and took their laptops, most likely without knowing what they were for. Now. What kind of planning avoids that one? Don't let anybody know you're in possession of expensive equipment? Hire night-time security? Yeah...like that's going to happen.
I like to write. I know this isn't the same thing in any way, but I have pages and pages of stories and journals stored on this computer. If my laptop was to be stolen, I would lose all of that. I'll still have everything up to the final chapter of my favourite story, because those chapters were put on DeviantART. The ending to the story would be lost. Every other draft I'd typed would be lost too.
My insurance would cover the costs of the lost laptop. But, nothing would bring back those stories...and I can't write them again. It wouldn't be the same.
However. Like Indie Stone, I do not think my apartment will be broken into. I don't have full security teams. I have a lock, a chain and some friendly neighbours. A determined intruder could get in relatively easily, I'm sure.
So, what? Shall I back up copies of my writing in eight secret places, on the off-chance that seven get broken into? No. Nobody has that kind of foresight. Blaming Indie Stone for this calamity is a ridiculous thing to do. It's not that the work has been set back. I mean, that's part of it, it's the fact that it's been taken. This wasn't some unavoidable mechanical failure...this was a couple of assholes taking what wasn't their's.
But then, it IS Newcastle-upon-Tyne. I suppose anything that runs on lecktrickity over there is taken so that they may gather around and marvel at it for a hours, before the battery dies and the search for a new god begins again.
I'm glad I was born next to the GOOD Newcastle. Under Lyme, that is.