Grant nodded vigorously, his eyes wide with quite a few memories of nasty incidents and uncomfortable discoveries.
"Yeah," Cheryl sighed. "Like the one where they uploaded me."
"Especially with some of the other Apertures we’ve run into. It’s…good to know not all of them are corrupted to hell and back."
Grant nodded with a knowing grin.
"Yeah, it was," Grant nodded.
"Yeah, it was. I joined after Rattmann was trying to get people to sign up, and Micro well…she had to learn a lot. Wanted to. Wanted to do more science, and bring in equipment and she needed money to do that. And manpower. So…yeah. But she wasn’t doing it the way Mr. Johnson did. Nope. Not one little bit. That meant reworking a lot.”
"Regular meals, the ability to speak up if something was wrong, and the ability to group-veto dangerous projects," Grant answered with a nod.
((No worries. I’ll get on that.))
"Oh yeah, he did," Grant agreed quietly with a nod.
"I’ve worked for a few people who lost all sense of taking care of people. I joined Aperture cause of Doug Rattmann. He was working to rebuild Micro’s facility after she started looking for help from topside, and I was one of the first group of people he brought in. And one of the first things he insisted on, was regular breaks, and enough time off so we had a sense of perspective. That we didn’t get lost in our work."
"Yeah," he said with a nod. "One fifteen-minute one in the morning, an hour lunch, another fifteen minute one slotted in the afternoon, and an optional second fifteen-minute one if I’m working past 8 hours. Some of us can request longer ones if our jobs were particularly demanding."
((Sure, we’ll redo the convo. Feel free to send do-over post. :D))