I have always hated being physically restrained in any way by anyone. I panic. It didn't help that everyone was staring at me either. I heard the Loud Officer say "Put him the car" and I was semi jerked upright. The officer behind me who had just helped me to feet leaned in close, close enough that I could smell lunch, and told me quietly "It's okay. Breath deep and walk." He put a hand on my left shoulder and grabbed my right arm with his other hand and pushed me in the direction of their car.
During all this people wielding big cameras with fuzzy covered microphones were all around me. So were people with cell phone cameras held in front of them like a believer would hold a cross. All of them were gawking. The vacuum that existed around me a minute ago was filled with people and all of them had their eyeballs feeding on me. A woman was shouting at me. Perfect teeth woman. She was shouting "Why! Why did you smash the checkouts!"
"Because machines steal people!" I shouted back at her. I thought "Wait a minute. I forgot something." I was pushed again. This time harder. The other officer was moving me too fast! Everything was moving too fast" I screamed "Kill the machines! Jobs for people! The LORD has..." That's when I stumbled and fell to a knee. I wasn't down long. Just long enough to see Jesus as he carried and fell under his cross. I looked around for someone with a cloth for my bleeding head. Instead all I saw was smirks and a camera woman who was as focused as her lens on getting the shot. I was yanked upright and a few seconds later My head was being pushed down and I was being shoved into a cage with a seat and windows to stare out of into the faces peering in at me. I felt alone. Very alone.
edited for readability. Thanks anon