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: Alpha Complex works so badly it endangers the PCs' lives.(Irrational) General kind of weirdness or irregularity that prompts The Computer to assign a mission to the Troubleshooters: One kind of technological object (Old Reckoning artifact sought by three secret societies (Humanists, Frankenstein Destroyers, and Humanists)) is behaving far too well.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: A docbot reprogrammed by Death Leopard. (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: Roll three times on this chart. Everything you roll is happening at once, and the PCs are caught in the chaos. Good luck running this one. 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 time is wrong. The information is replaced by extortion threat from anonymous hacker: "Send 100cr to this Gray Subnet account and I'll send you the data."
Briefing: Briefing is in crowded forms processing center. Briefing officer is hidden inside a Docbot Model 1 chassis, communicating with an electronically filtered voice.
This Mission: An R&D genetic experiment is running loose in RED (Tension 6) crowded living quarters (IR: barracks; R-Y: dormitory; G-B: apartment; I-U: mansion). Neutralize it before it causes too much damage. If it talks to you, ignore it.
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.