Desert valleys are hot. They are especially hot when you are wearing no shoes. In fact, they get so god damn hot that the sand burns your feet, so you end up skipping awkwardly along the canyon, perpetually afraid of animals that sting and bite and hurt in other such ways. Add to that a raging obsessive compulsive disorder that forbids you from stepping on cracks in the ground, and you really have a compounded situation.
Imagine if you will this poor fellow, we'll call him Spiral, lugging an old, junked out computer monitor with him as he plowed his way through the desert like a kangaroo. The monitor is bulky and grayish, with a neon green hue to the screen that only someone who used computers in the 80's could ever recognize. In other words, a monitor from forever ago.
This seems highly unlikely at first inspection, and rightly so. The idea of all these circumstances manifesting themselves at once is ludicrous. However, let me introduce you to the second and ultimately last character