Competition (story written by Jessica Vertz)
Mist hits the canyons of the red rock desert; the orange sun sinks behind the broken saw tooth mesas. The yellow lamps fade on, in tandem with the dissolving light they shine brighter and bright. Low, in rusted desert scrap dust the armor-dillos patrol, solitary. Constant feeding is a necessity; they live in an environment of scarcity. Their thick armor is heavy. It mimics the ages of scrap metal, remote trash dumps, and forgotten automobile effigies that they evolved between. The armor-dillo reflects its surroundings in chameleon like camouflage. They, like the machines they mimic, use a great deal of energy in their movement, and in the various evolutionary amenities they employ.
Survival in the desert is a battle of the big guns. They supplement their agility with the use of tactile weapons.
They capture their prey with flamethrowers at long range, compensating for the lost element of surprise. So the silence of the wastes is forever replaced by the booms of warring rockets, and the rolling crunch of all terrain wheels; a necessary energy saving adaptation. Late at night the cactus blur away star light, and the desert resembles the cities of old that fell and fed it years ago.
Part of my senior thesis- colored pencils