What are you hoping to find out? What you're doing is somewhat akin to trying to find out more about the chicken who laid that particularly delicious deviled egg you ate for Easter back in 1985. The chicken is dead, the farm was sold to a housing developer a year after egg was laid, and the farmer is either dead or bought a retirement home in France, no one's certain. And there was certainly nothing special in general about the eggs that came out of that chicken; heck, evidence seems to suggest the chicken ended up in the pot pie because it had a habit of laying rotten eggs.
GCC undoubtedly did what any smart company that uses generic interchangeable commodity parts in their products does: put out open tenders and buy from the lowest bidder. (Or more likely, just have a buyer pick up the phone and informally rattle a few cages when the stock gets low.) Apparently you've tracked down people at GCC who don't remember that particular mechanism; my guess is they only bought one batch. I don't know how many original Hyperdrive packages GCC sold over the product's lifetime but I doubt it was more than a few thousand (It's a pretty niche product) and thus "one batch" might of been, I dunno, a hundred units? Maybe less?
If every drive turned out by MMI were a magical one-hoss shay for the price of a normal drive I sort of doubt the company would of disappeared without even a trace of nostalgia left behind. (In any case, it'd probably be hard for the story of the company's death to be anywhere near as interesting as, say, Miniscribe's.) As it is it just so happens you have one of those rare units that's refused to climb up the backside of the bathtub curve just yet. Even the most notoriously shoddy manufacturers once and a while spit up that rare unit that miraculously had every part put into it pulled from the "good" pile and thus outlives most of its brethren. Enjoy it while it lasts.
FIRST OF NOVEMBER, — the Earthquake-day, –
There are traces of age in the one-hoss shay,
A general flavor of mild decay,
But nothing local, as one may say.
There couldn’t be, — for the Deacon’s art
Had made it so like in every part
That there wasn’t a chance for one to start.
For the wheels were just as strong as the thills
And the floor was just as strong as the sills,
And the panels just as strong as the floor,
And the whippletree neither less or more,
And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore,
And the spring and axle and hub encore.
And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt
In another hour it will be worn out!
GCC undoubtedly did what any smart company that uses generic interchangeable commodity parts in their products does: put out open tenders and buy from the lowest bidder. (Or more likely, just have a buyer pick up the phone and informally rattle a few cages when the stock gets low.) Apparently you've tracked down people at GCC who don't remember that particular mechanism; my guess is they only bought one batch. I don't know how many original Hyperdrive packages GCC sold over the product's lifetime but I doubt it was more than a few thousand (It's a pretty niche product) and thus "one batch" might of been, I dunno, a hundred units? Maybe less?
If every drive turned out by MMI were a magical one-hoss shay for the price of a normal drive I sort of doubt the company would of disappeared without even a trace of nostalgia left behind. (In any case, it'd probably be hard for the story of the company's death to be anywhere near as interesting as, say, Miniscribe's.) As it is it just so happens you have one of those rare units that's refused to climb up the backside of the bathtub curve just yet. Even the most notoriously shoddy manufacturers once and a while spit up that rare unit that miraculously had every part put into it pulled from the "good" pile and thus outlives most of its brethren. Enjoy it while it lasts.
FIRST OF NOVEMBER, — the Earthquake-day, –
There are traces of age in the one-hoss shay,
A general flavor of mild decay,
But nothing local, as one may say.
There couldn’t be, — for the Deacon’s art
Had made it so like in every part
That there wasn’t a chance for one to start.
For the wheels were just as strong as the thills
And the floor was just as strong as the sills,
And the panels just as strong as the floor,
And the whippletree neither less or more,
And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore,
And the spring and axle and hub encore.
And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt
In another hour it will be worn out!