It's a new daycycle in Alpha Complex. It begins normally enough-wake, choke down Hot Fun, head to work in your service firm-but today, you are not one of the INFRARED, you are a Troubleshooter.
Right now, though, you feel like anything except one of The Computer's elite troopers dedicated to stamping out Communist Mutant Traitors-you can't remember your own name. Or your home sector, for that matter. What were they?