#black scifi

[artofkush]

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[deviiancetv]

Iyanu, Child of Wonder 🇳🇬

So, Cartoon Network & HBO Max just greenlit a new Nigerian show today!!

I’m really excited about this. I’m happy that the entertainment industry is starting to showcase & are developing more black centric stories with African mythology. It’s been needed for a LONG time.

“Iyanu: Child of Wonder, is a superhero tale set in the magical kingdom of Yorubaland, which draws from Nigerian culture & mythology. Iyanu, a teenage orphan who spends her days studying Yoruba history and ancient arts. One day, responding to danger, she unknowingly triggers her divine powers, that had not been seen since the Age of Wonders. With newly discovered superpowers, Iyanu joins forces with two other teenagers as they embark on a remarkable journey to discover the truth about the evil lurking in her homeland. Throughout her adventure, she’ll uncover the truth about her past, her parents, and her ultimate destiny to save the world. The series is created by Roye Okupe.”

I’m getting a vibe that it’s gonna be more kid-friendly, but will have serious storyline. I’m thinking something like Kipo & The Age of Wonderbeasts meets Avatar: The Last Airbender, but with African mythology & an entirely unique story. YESSSS I CAN’T WAIT!! Definitely gonna read the books now.

Link: “More Black Lead Fantasy Sci-Fi Shows & Movies”

Update: SERIES COMING IN 2024

[cosmicanger]

Today would have been Octavia Butler's 75th birthday. In gratitude.

[jarfulloftears]

funny how time flies

starring: michael bivins

summary: after trying every traditional method of counseling, one marriage finds itself on the brink of a divorce. Xavier Dean, desperate for a solution to their irreparable woes, turns to an experimental trial to see just where they went wrong.

fyi: the following story is written from a black american perspective and follows characters of the same experience. this story contains but is not limited to: sci-fi elements, vulgar language, drug usage, and potential smut (idk yet lol).

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author’s note: first off, a very big thanks to @godmia for not only taking my vision of the cover/banner for this story and making it greater than I could’ve ever imagined but also doing so in a timely fashion. be sure to hit her up and get in on her commissions for any of your graphic needs. here are the things she offers.

secondly, this is my first attempt in dipping my toe into the Sci-fi genre, so please let me know what you all think! 🫶🏾 i hope you all enjoy this just as much as I do ♥️⏰.

without further ado, here’s the prologue:

“Mr. Dean? Are you ready?”

A middle-aged man rose from a waiting room chair, footsteps echoing against porcelain tiles as he approached the door that’d been propped open for him. 

The stillness of the room was broken as he softly greeted the woman carrying a paper thin tablet and digital pen. Small talk ensued, becoming muffled as the monument-sized door closed with a colossal thud. 

The duo walked on, exchanging what was regarded as small talk. Little did the man know, the preliminary stage of the experiment had just commenced.

“How are you feeling today, Mr. Dean?”

“I’m doin’ good, and you?”

The statuesque woman, clad in a white coat and matching pencil skirt, smiled gently at the question. “I’m doing quite alright. Are you up for answering a few questions for me?”

“Sure,” he shrugged, figuring that it’d be more absurd if she didn’t have any questions.

“I see here that you filled out our online consultation. Can you clarify what brought you to us?” she inquired while tapping and swiping at the holographic prompts beaming out of the tablet she carried.

He scoffed with amusement. “I mean, y’all are the ones with billboards and blimps like this is the 1980s. You’re impossible to miss.”

The woman indulged him with a chuckle before adding. “Just making sure we’re reaching our target demographic… We aim to pique the interest of many, but tell me… What made you take action? What caused your consultation?”

The quiet chatter of a front office had long since faded— so long, in fact, that he wasn’t quite sure that there was a front office at all. All that remained were the cold, white walls that lined the shine of matching tiles. And the clear echo of footsteps, their footsteps.

As if they were the only two people in the building.

“Well… I had a friend that saw you all. You might know her— Terri Mannigan?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny we’ve had that person, Mr. Dean.”

A suspicious brow was plucked from its usual position on his face.

The woman soothed any wariness with an assuring smile. “I apologize, Mr. Dean, but we take patient confidentiality very seriously here. I’m sure you saw our code of ethics when you made your consultation.”

“Of course. No problem. I wouldn’t want you to try to breach any agreement you’ve made with another client,” he affirmed.

“Yes. So, you said that a friend referred you. What in particular made you consider the referral?”

“She said that she was able to relive her favorite moments… That it let her time travel without all the portal stuff or the butterfly effect. Is that true?”

She laughed lightly, her pearly smile proving to the perfect complement for her rich complexion. “Well, it’s not exactly time travel, but many patients have been able to experience past events, yes.”

“So, if it’s not time travel, what exactly is it?” he asked curiously, making sure that he hadn’t been so mistaken that he’d wasted his time.

“It’s sensory reminiscence. Essentially, we help you pinpoint years and experiences in order to help you revisit them and experience them just as you would the first time… But many patients find the term ‘time travel’ to be easier to explain and digest.”

“Yeah, no kiddin’. Sensory remembrance is a mouth full.”

“Sensory reminiscence,” the woman corrected.

“See?”

She offered a laugh, finding the man to have an easygoing charm. She discreetly made note of that in her own preliminary survey of him— one that would soon be in the hands of psychotherapists and neuroscientists.

“So, Mr. Dean, what do you hope to get out of your trial here?”

“What do people usually get out of it?” he queried, not out of resistance but out of true interest. 

This wasn’t lost on the doctor. In fact, it always brightened her mood to see a new patient. Their eagerness and curiosity reminded her of herself, when she’d first learned about these trials. It was the very thing that made her fall in love with science all over again.

“Well, we use sensory reminiscence for a number of reasons. All of which are still relatively early in their trials, but we believe this can bring forth lots of progress for those with early onset dementia or Alzheimer's…

“We’ve also been watching its effects in much milder cases with those who are in cognitive-behavioral therapy. There’s a variety of outcomes, but it all depends on where you are and what your intentions are upon entering, Mr. Dean… What are yours?”

He thought about it momentarily— not so much his answer but whether he wanted to share it. After all, this was supposed to be small talk, not anything that would be shared with the doctor he’d be meeting with.

Maybe he was just being paranoid, a trait he’d grown into over the years. He decided to suspend his caution. After all, he felt as if he still didn’t know enough to turn back now. So, he didn’t.

“Well, my friend said that through re-living certain moments, she was able to see things with a different point of view. Things that she thought she was right about at that time came back completely different when she saw it now.”

“And you want to see if the same is true for you, correct?”

His answer was accompanied by a nod. “Yeah.”

The woman gave a confident smile, one that offered him comfort as he was jumping feet first into what he saw as his last resort for healing. “I believe that we have just the thing to help you find everything you’re searching for and more.”

He offered a fraction of her grin. “Sounds like a plan,” and with that verbal confirmation, the last of his paper work was done. 

The doctor tapped a button, and the handheld hologram of prompts evaporated from her tablet.

Her steps halted, triggering his to do the same. Her palm found the wall, as plain and smooth as any other wall. But soon, there was a blue light illuminated beneath her fingerprints and without warning, a door was traced into the wall. 

As if someone were drawing it up in real time, a threshold appeared and pitch darkness lived within it.

Caution reappeared like a jumpscare, and although they’d only engaged in small talk, he knew— with an inky abyss standing before him— that it was too late to turn back now.

“Come… Let me show you how it all works,” with reassurance etched into her smile, the doctor eased his anxiety.

And soon enough, the two stepped into the darkness and began the quest in discovering something bigger than the both of them.

[nikkinyk]

These two artists' duet on Iris brought this page from my novel, Breaking Free, to my mind.

[sorcererblack]

Just a lil something.

[ralphrahsaan]

My Name Is Joshua

This Young Adult sci-fi novel is a good read. A great holiday gift for young readers and for those who like to read.

See more details about My Name Is Joshua at

[inthedarktrees]

“Number 12 Looks Just Like You" | The Twilight Zone

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Aliens (1986) dir. James Cameron Poster art by Rory Kurtz

[artofkush]

[kidmograph]

Tank-Assemble-[forgotten-mother][2023]

[niko4696]

[neofuturismdump]

Source

[helloyesamwoman]

"You were beautiful. Your antenna outstretched, piercing the heavens and reaching to god. Even if you fell eventually, you were salvation. You were the saving grace to humanity being the higher life form of them all. You shall be reborn. And from those ashes you will finally get your well deserved death."

[technicallyclassyperfection]

Sleeping

[ralphrahsaan]

Eureka!

I love the color and hair textures used on the main characters. I hope Disney continues to produce many seasons of this show.