Postcolonial Speculative Fiction

Cars are out breeding us.

I like how you turned the petro-fueled-auto into an invasive species out competing the spider’s ability to cross the road. The narrative hints that the spider species may never be able to adapt to the auto’s speed or its growing numbers. I say why bother removing the auto from nature’s realm? Sure, that wasp does have some sort of predator keeping its population check, but could the auto have one too? In short, has the auto become to humans as kudzu to our landscapes? We thought kudzu was a good fast-growing forage for livestock, but the livestock could not eat it fast enough. We thought that every person owning their own car would bring greater opportunity, but now we are slaves to them just to survive. Cars are out breeding us.

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