Your Mission
The Computer has generated the following mission for your team. It has been carefully designed to ensure the maximum safety and satisfaction for your team.
Paranoia is the Irrational Fear Someone is Out To Get You
(Fear) Dominant type of fear to install in the PCs: Everyone else in the Complex is in league against the PCs.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: One or more laws of nature has been altered or revoked. It's magnetism, electricity or other energy.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: A fleet of jackobots reprogrammed by Corpore Metal. (The identity of the Someone need not be obvious at the mission's outset, and in fact things may play out more appropriately if the Someone is not discovered until late in the proceedings.)
(Out To Get You) General apparent threat posed by the situation, or the consequences if the situation is left unresolved: The "Someone" believes (accurately?) the PCs are assassins sent to kill him; he tries to kill them first. Meanwhile, the PCs must complete their mission. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: Text message on PDC. Message is intact and correct.
Briefing: Briefing is in empty garage / vehicle dispatch. Briefing officer is shot just after the PCs arrive and is replaced by a different officer who acts extremely shifty and refuses to answer questions.
This Mission: We suspect INFRARED barracks bedding delouser (bureaucratic obstacle, psychotic, kill-crush-smash-destroy), who's infiltrating a HPD & Mind Control firm for Internal Security, of being a double-agent for Romantics. Infiltrate the firm and see where his allegiance lies.
Outfitting: Infrared Market: Red Market, run by Commies. They only barter or trade evenly. PCs who own little more than their own overalls must buy items elsewhere, then come back here to trade for similarly priced items. (You could make them trade for the shirts off their backs.)
Debriefing: A cavernous spherical reactor coolant chamber (recently decommisioned) with the PCs securely strapped into dentist chairs at wrist, ankle, waist and chin. The booming voice of the unseen officer echoes from strategically placed speakers.
Find weird phrasing, clearly erroneous output, or other signs of filthy commie mutant traitor sabotage? Copy the offending passages and email them to the High Programmer for investigation.