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: A hostile force is manipulating the PCs' conscious will.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: One kind of technological object (large-denomination plasticred) is misbehaving.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: An R&D experiment that went disastrously wrong, created by paranoid with force sword (S3K energy) (He weapon is more lethal than the standard model. Much more lethal. (Weapon hits for one damage step above its maximum)) and kevlar armor (13). (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 biological agent will transform or devastate the PCs or a large population. The Computer sends in the Troubleshooters as guinea pigs. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: Relayed through a public confession booth, read in the scrolling "Credit Due" message on a vending machine or overheard in a communal area. Briefing location is wrong. The information is in machine-readable code, missing vowels, encrypted, etc. Computer Phreaks can help. The Computer doesn't see the problem.
Briefing: Briefing is in crowded food preparation area Food Vats. Briefing officer is hiding inside an empty Cold Fun barrel and passes written notes out to the PCs through a small bunghole.
This Mission: BLUE (Tension 14) IR market is having problems processing traitors. Go help out.
Outfitting: PLC: A Multi-Purpose Chute with graffiti "CompUSUKS!" above it-a password (Comp-U-SUK-5) into an unlimited account on this compromised machine.
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.