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 are themselves the greatest threat to Alpha Complex.(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 senior CPU efficiency consultant, who overreacted in imprudent ways in an effort to get proper paperwork filled out. (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: Waste disposal is breaking down; garbage is backing up in the hallways and will soon flood the complex. The threat is real.
Mission Alert: Via Jackobot (The bot is bigger than the standard model. Much bigger.) booby-trapped. Recognition password (to be given to briefing officer) 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 IR market. Briefing officer sits with his back to the PCs; he passes notes to a terrified Infrared citizen, who reads them aloud.
This Mission: Recent excavation has uncovered an ancient stockpile of nuclear material beneath INFRARED (Tension 2) crowded garage / vehicle dispatch. Retrieve all you can.
Outfitting: PLC: PLC office openly and entirely subverted by Corpore Metal; continues business as usual, unless PCs show signs of alerting the authorities.
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.