"Probably neon colored paintballs to make the troublemakers for security," Grant said. "That way the injuries and damage stays down. And yeah plenty of disguised types. We learned a lot from Fangirl!perture."
"Yeah that’s on the list of debugging methods. Fortunately they aren’t the only thing on the table. People prepared for nonsense and armed to go would probably be the top tier as far as decision-making on action goes. And they’re the preferred option," Grant replied quickly. "But yeah self-defensive measures IS on the turrets’ do-not-fire debugging."
((I’d answer but I lost track of what part of the conversation Shoulder!DOS was inquiring about, and really didn’t feel like digging it up.))
"Yeah. We’re still fine-tuning things. But it’s promising. There’s a few other ideas going around, too."
"I think they eliminated that one from the positives list and filed it as false-positives. I’ll make sure they do if someone forgot, though."
"They’re testing that system now, but the results are looking promising for spotting rising tensions, hostile behavior, someone about to attack another person, you get the idea."
"Detect key phrases, body language, heightened volume in voices, stuff like that," Grant answered. "It’s some offshoot of some program the old Aperture IT boys loaded into GLaDOS…."
"Well it might actually work at spotting trouble, then," Cheryl remarked as G perked.
"Seeing as my tolerance for troublemaking is quite low, there’s a good chance of that working out. For the turrets, at least."
"Yeah. OK, so, different rooms with people prepared for specific troublemakers was one. I heard one guy suggest we just disguise a whole mess of turrets and outfit ‘em with Incoming Crap Detectors. Yes, that’s the real name. The abbreviation of it, I think."
"We thought of party events that’d call for weapons and body armor, so if someone starts shit, they’ll realize we’re a little too well-prepared, but we’ll have a good set of excuses if not."
"Oh! Right," Grant said as he headed to the now dinging microwave.
"Anyways," Cheryl said, "we’re trying to hash out ways to keep this shindig from turning into a not-shindig. Figured we might as well talk face-to-face."
Grant groaned, then facepalmed.
"G, you could’ve told us you knew SHODAN. I’m not stupid. But at least, you’re not either, and you’re not going to invite her, so that’s that. Right?”
G drew herself up primly on Cheryl’s shoulder, regarding Grant with a steady gaze.
"That would be correct."
"To be fair, I don’t think she was seriously considering inviting THAT one…."
"After all the reactions to people finding out I know THAT one, would I, one of the greatest repositories of wisdom in the multiverse, be so unwise as to attempt anything like what you’re implying I would?"
"G, you’re just digging yourself in further."
"Oh, just a pair of Hal 9000’s, Commander Data, possibly EDI with Joker, and…so on."
Cheryl’s face had the relieved expression of someone who’d just dodged a bullet.