After the final leg

CAUTION: These events never actually happen, if they had happened, you might be dead, who knows... Read with care, just in case.

Why this happened I don’t know, though I’m sure everyone else does. You see, I’m dumb, plain and simple. I’m an American for starters, I vote Republican, and always laugh if I don’t understand something as I assume it’s a joke. Due to some restrictions imposed upon this tale I would like to state that everyone attending the event that I will describe below was very well dressed. Not to say that they looked good, but they were as handsome as three hundred and twenty two wheelchair bound men can be. This was, of course, the legless man’s convention. The meeting would last three hours and forty five minutes precisely, as the legless woman’s convention had the room booked right afterwards. I wheeled my chair over to the refreshments table, and got my self a glass of cheap wine which was not particularly refreshing. I sipped at it for a few moments as I surveyed my surroundings. The room was void of tables, to give us handicaps enough space to move around. There were people of every nationality, which bothered me. Good, god loving Americans shouldn’t even speak to them foreigners. What was the language they spoke? Chinese, or Japanese, or moldy cheese. It’s all the same to me. I saw a man a bit away from me who looked friendly enough. I realize now that I made a slight calculatory error in assuming he was in his sixties. I wheeled over and attempted to begin a conversation.
“Hello my friend!” I said with flair “looking sharp for a man your age.”
“I’M THIRTY FIVE!” Came an enraged reply. I decided it was best to leave him be. Probably had anger issues or something. I began moving back to the refreshment table to refill my glass. Then I saw him! A man across the room, also in a wheelchair, who looked rather dumb. He was typing something on a keypad and a voice would come out, and other people were talking to him excitedly. But the most odd thing about him at all was that he had legs. Nobody without legs was allowed in the legless man’s convention, or the legless woman’s convention for that matter. I stopped and stared for a moment, wondering why any man with legs would be in here.
Just then a man behind me spoke “Marvelous, isn’t it?”
“What’s marvelous?” I asked.
“That a mind like his is attending our convention! Right there, talking to bums like us.”
“But he has legs!” I said.
“Well, under the circumstances the heads of this convention decided wheelchair bound was good enough in this one case.”
“But I’ve been applying for years.” I said. “Since my first car accident when I lost both legs up to the knee, but that wasn’t good enough. Not until I got into the second car accident. Though my license was revoked, I was happy then, to be able to dine with you great people, but now I learn that some upstart handicap with two whole legs gets admitted into the convention, I am irate! I am...” He cut me off there.
“But he is one of the greatest scientific minds in the world!”
“So he’s a geek!” I responded with relish “then all the easier to show him who’s really legless!” I wheeled over towards him with a reckless need to get in a fight. I was picking up speed going faster and faster, the wheels spinning rapidly and sending me flying across the room. The black of wheelchairs whizzed by me in a blur. People stopped what they were doing and stared in awe as I darted from side to side, narrowly avoiding other wheelchairs. There was no stopping now! A look of fear fell over the man with legs, and the group surrounding him, who seemed to have guessed my intended destination.
“OUT OF THE WAY!” I yelled, but nobody moved, they were all paralyzed with fear. Ah well, a few injured innocents would not deter me from my ultimate goal. Then two realizations came over me at once. The first was that the people surrounding my target were not paralyzed with fear, but were actually attempting to protect him. The second realization was the fact that the odds were pretty high that I’d get hurt too. Both of these things worried me, but there was no stopping at that point. I watched in slow motion as one of the men surrounding the unknown enemy pushed his chair slightly away. A gap! I made for it, so intent on the correct navigation I did not notice until it was too late that another wheelchair was coming in from my side. It had not yet picked up much speed, so it only nocked me slightly off course, but it was enough. I realized that they had silently planned this as soon as I had begun barreling towards the group from the opposite side of the very large room. As I shifted to the side the man who had moved his chair backwards was directly in front of me, and I couldn’t turn in time! I braced myself for impact, and made no attempt to turn. That was a big mistake. At the last moment my new target moved out of the way, and then all that was in front of me was wallpaper. But more importantly what is generally kept behind wall paper... A wall! I hit it hard, then I was in the air. Slowly my chair rotated as it moved continuously upwards. everyone was staring now as I flew up, almost reaching the ceiling, then I fell, and time remembered the correct speed of things. I remembered no more for quite a while.

When I woke I was in a cell... A prison cell! I looked around, saw the plain grey walls and smiled. At least that no good two legged poser was down for the count... Wait, no I had missed... I had been knocked aside and missed!
“I WILL KILL HIM!” I yelled “NEXT TIME I SEE THAT SON OF A...”
“Excuse me” Said a man behind me. I turned and saw a man in a police uniform. “I believe that the previous statement was a confession. You were informed of your rights when you were brought in, were you not? I apologize if you were unconscious at the time, just tell me if you would like them repeated for you.”
“No!” I said angrily, “I know my rights.”
“Well then” He said, “Come with me.”
I got up with some trouble due to the handcuffs, and the unlocked the cell door. I followed him down a few long corridors until I eventually came to a room a simple room with a mirror. I looked at it for a minute. People said you could see through mirrors in police rooms. I guess they also said that god wasn’t real, the thought of that, Ha! We wouldn’t exist then, would we? I was told to sit at a table and the man left. After a bit two more police men in suits came in and sat opposite me.
“Why did you want to kill him?” Asked the one on the left.
“That bastard had legs!” I said “That was the legless man’s club, he did not belong there.”
“Interesting story” Said the one on the right. “But really now, do you have something against our knowledge of space.”
“Knowledge of space?” I asked.
“You made an attempt on the life of one of the most advanced minds in the field!” Said the one on the left.
“I personally don’t believe that there is anything out there, if that’s what you mean. Other than god of course. Satan just made space as an illusion, a deterrence from the true god!”
“Aha!” Said the one on the right “so the attempt on the life of this great man was Inspired by religion?”
“No, I just found his acceptance into the legless man’s convention”
“Why would he lie to us?” The one on the right asked
“Possibly because he is covering for others... Were others in on this attempt?”
“No” I said, “People tried to stop me”
“That will be all” said the one on the left.
“Goodbye” Said the one on the right.
I was later convicted of attempted murder, and put in an asylum. Someone please explain to me what exactly happened in the comments.