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: The PCs suspect a High Programmer is out to get them.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: Changed perceptions only certain characters (ORANGE data researcher (sadistic hindrance, paranoid with sonic rifle (S3W energy) and reflec armor (El. The changed perception is smell/taste, touch, balance or other non-sight, non-hearing sense.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: The Computer-or, if it makes more sense, a psychotic, kill-crush-smash-destroy ULTRAVIOLET displaying antisocial behavior manipulating The Computer's local CompNode. (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 Computer believes something horrible has happened, but gives the PCs no details, and forbids them to tell anyone for fear of starting a panic. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: A polite INFRARED barracks bedding delouser acting as a courier delivers alert hardcopy; seeks 10cr 'tip' for the delivery. Message is intact and correct.
Briefing: Briefing is in empty food production area (IR-Y: Food Vats, G-U: hydroponic gardens). Briefing officer wears kevlar armor (13) and fiddles with an exotic-looking force sword (S3K energy); expects attack at any moment.
This Mission: Deliver this ominous, ticking package to a Internal Security plant (hiding as Free Enterprise) base. Make sure they accept it. By the way, this mission has a time limit...
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: The debriefing officer is dead on arrival, seated at an empty desk in a plain room, and no one arrives to replace him.
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.