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: Two or more service groups are breaking each other down.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: The Computer has decreed a new holiday with odd customs and practices, and everyone knows about it but the PCs.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: A lone Communist. (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 mysterious command makes all autopilot vehicles home in on RED (Tension 4) empty FunBall arena (or other large room), threatening terrible harm en route; the "Someone" wants a traffic jam there. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: Mission is randomly assigned as a prize in a CruncheeTym algae chips packet. Message is intact and correct.
Briefing: Briefing is in acid-etched sinkhole under food production area. 1 suspicious, twitchy briefing officer(s) in highly defended position (e.g., seated atop a massive gun emplacement) at rear of INDIGO (Tension 15) crowded food production area (IR-Y: Food Vats, G-U: hydroponic gardens).
This Mission: Deliver this ominous, ticking package to a 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: 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.