Then that footage had leaked, the clearing of the homeless camp near Google's HQ in California. Next thing, their campus in Mountain View was swamped by thousands of protestors. The leaked video had brought them down, but it felt like most of them had some other reason to be there: that unshakable feeling that they'd been fucked over, that they'd been denied something, that they'd had too much control taken away from them and put into the hands of unseen algorithms. They cut some data lines, blocked the driverless staff buses from getting in. Called it a "real-life DDOS." It was peaceful enough, looked almost fun at first, like some kind of music festival. Until someone started messing around with homemade EMP grenades. and Google's security team of PTSD-shaken ex-vets got trigger happy. For twelve hours it was nothing but screaming and chaos, footer of hipster kids bleeding out into the streets while Google hemorrhaged money on the markets, until the police finally rolled in with armored cars and drones and shut it all down. Thirty-six dead, 68 percent burned off Google's share value.