As the day begins, you (or rather your persona, Dr. Irons) are standing in front of your place of work and trying hard to keep your mind on your work and off the various irritations of working in such an Institute. There's a massive radical lobby (a la Black Panthers + Women Warriors) trying to dethrone the Director, Dr. White; there's a malfunctioning robot that seems to have got its directories scrambled; there are (of course) patients to be attended to, wards to be visited, facts to be unearthed (What for? Read on, please!); there is a bunch of enthusiastic house-surgeons about to try a procedure with a 0.02% success rate (the standard procedure is 92% effective, but they're obviously trying to impress someone); there are all kinds of personal imbroglios; and - worse than all - there's a highly talented, highly attractive (get the picture) liver surgeon, Dr. Antoinetta Rice, trying to get her hooks (or forceps if you prefer) into you. Your task is simple - survival; other things come second. In simpler terms, you have to avoid - with all your might - becoming Mr. Antoinetta Rice.
Red on green; my eyes hurt!