"This man is perfectly sane. What he is not is perfectly American!" declares an agent of some unnamed bureau, a legal enforcer of dubious qualification. You are escorted roughly out of lock-up, removed from the care of your psychiatrists, and loaded into the back of a black Cadillac!
"Hey, man! This is unconstitutional!" you cry, struggling now that you realize where you are. "I got my rights!"
"Shut the fuck up," roars a throaty voice, unseen behind black glass. "You'll do exactly what you're told or we'll kill you right now."
Glowing yellow gas begins to fill the back seat, coming from all around you! You go to open the door, ready to jump out no matter how fast it is going, but find no handles! A few attempts to break the glass prove futile as you collapse, unconscious!
The car speeds on.