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 just aren't good enough to handle their assignment.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: One kind of technological object (flybot authorization dongle) is misbehaving.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: A fleet of docbots 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: A minor malfunction in RED (Tension 4) empty living quarters (IR: barracks; R-Y: dormitory; G-B: apartment; I-U: mansion) may grow into a major problem. The PCs must fix the malfunction and deal with the problems already created. The "Someone" doesn't want the team to succeed, and is actively working against them. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: A polite INFRARED drug therapy results assistant acting as a courier delivers alert hardcopy; seeks 10cr 'tip' for the delivery. Message is intact and correct.
Briefing: Briefing is in Computer Phreaks meeting room (it's empty). Officer skims through the entire briefing as if he expects those present to know all details already, then walks out without allowing questions.
This Mission: Deliver this highly confidential package to BLUE ME Card assignment technician. Make sure no one opens it. (Contains mutagen-contaminated syringes.)
Outfitting: PLC: Supply clerks recently infected with SellFast.D spam virus, insist all PCs enroll in "Make Credits Fast!" marketing course.
Debriefing: The debriefing officer stands behind a massive, blast-shielded podium flanked by blue Vulture troopers with plasma generators, while the PCs sit in brilliant interrogation spotlights that look disconcertingly like bullseyes.
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.