Not long ago my roommate and I discovered that the company we work for is controlled by an omniscient robot/computer called N.A.N.D.O.R.. Naturally ,we were concerned. Co-workers insisted that life is better now that N.A.N.D.O.R. is in control. But their blind love and devotion hides a more insidious truth.

Before N.A.N.D.O.R. there was vicious clan warfare between the different buildings in the complex, and neighboring companies would raid the weaker and carry off their temps. The temps would be forced to work in the graphite mines or carry grubs and larvae from the conquering queen's chamber in the vast underground labyrinths.
Separating each campus is a "Forbidden Zone" patrolled by flocks of mechanical "sentry geese". They have been set to detonate if approached in a threatening manner. Their unpredictable nature makes them doubly dangerous to those brave or foolhardy enough to chance passage across the forbidden knolls.
It is true that all has been peaceful thanks to the great computer, but recently N.A.N.D.O.R. has been demanding outrageous offerings in exchange for his benevolency. This has led many to believe that something, perhaps time or an unusually strong surge in electricity has damaged N.A.N.D.O.R.'s calibration.
It has thus become obvious that agents must infiltrate the workings of the complex and somehow gain access to Central Processing Center. From that location, and with use of a carefully forged "data card", N.A.N.D.O.R. can be reset and normalcy restored.