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: A particular drug suddenly has inexplicably altered effects.
(Someone) Person, people, organization or agency responsible for the situation: A senior Food Vat Control supervisor in INFRARED (Tension 1) empty bot manufacture center, whose division is overproducing, underproducing or doing something strange to the food. (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: The "Someone" in a ULTRAVIOLET mausoleum is flooding the networks with viruses. The threat is a lie.
(Out To Get You) General real threat posed by the situation, or the consequences if the situation is left unresolved: The "Someone" has taken control of empty briefing rooms in Troubleshooter HQ and is slaughtering enemies. The PCs are either trapped there or sent to deal with the problem.
Mission Alert: A truckling INFRARED dihydromonoxide treatment attendant acting as a courier delivers alert verbally; seeks 10cr 'tip' for the delivery. Briefing time 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 abandoned and forgotten portal to the Outdoors. Briefing officer is weird invalid (e.g., suspended in sound-dampening gel in a swimming pool communicating through a bizarre array of tubing).
This Mission: RED (Tension 6) Museum of Famous Forms is having problems processing traitors. Go help out.
Outfitting: C-Bay or other online auction site: Price: list price. Delivery: drop point 30 minutes away (ULTRAVIOLET (Tension 19) empty grooming and hygiene station). Drop point to pick up purchased equipment is MemoMax archive vault run by Illuminati (undercover as recently-shanghaied innocent bystander, in waaay over his head), which charges a 2% commission for services.
Debriefing: Room contains nothing but miniature stools, where the PCs perch with difficulty and discomfort.
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.