Stephanie Andrea Allen, Ph.D. is an interdisciplinary humanities scholar, creative writer, small press publisher, and Assistant Professor of Gender Studies at Indiana University. Her research centers Black lesbian cultural histories and Black feminisms through various expressions, including literature, film, and other print and visual media. Dr. Allen is also Publisher and Editor-in-Chief at BLF Press, and co-editor of Serendipity Literary Magazine. Her creative work can be found in various online and print publications, including The Black Femme Collective, Mom Egg Review, Star*Line, Big Echo: Critical Science Fiction Magazine, Sinister Wisdom, and in her two short story collections, A Failure to Communicate and How to Dispatch a Human: Stories and Suggestions.
Lauren Cherelle uses her time and talents to traverse imaginary and professional worlds. She holds a BFA in graphic design, an MBA from the University of Tennessee, and writing certifications from the University of Louisville. In 2016, Lauren co-founded a literary collective for Black lesbian and queer women of color. Her co-edited projects include Solace: Writing, Refuge, and LGBTQ Women of Color, Lez Talk: A Collection of Black Lesbian Short Fiction, and Black from the Future: A Collection of Black Speculative Writing. Her writing reflects the lives of Southern Black girls and women.
Inspired by the work of Black science fiction and speculative fiction writers Octavia Butler, Jewelle Gomez, Nalo Hopkinson, N.K. Jemisin, and others; as well as by the theory of Afro-futurism as defined by Alondra Nelson, BLF Press is excited to announce a collection that encompasses the broad spectrum of Black speculative writing, including science fiction, fantasy, and Afrofuturism, all by Black women and gender expansive writers.
Black From the Future: A Collection of Black Speculative Writing encompasses the broad spectrum of Black speculative writing, including science fiction, fantasy, magical realism, and Afrofuturism, all by Black women writers. Editors Stephanie Andrea Allen and Lauren Cherelle have gathered the voices of twenty emerging and established writers in speculative fiction and poetry; writers who've imagined the weird and the wondrous, the futuristic and the fantastical, the shadowy and the sublime.
Splendid collection of speculative fiction by Black women writers - a group too long underrepresented - with stories that range across the genre. – Melissa Scott and Catherine Lundoff
"Within this revelatory 22-piece anthology of prose and poetry across the horror, fantasy, and science fiction genres, editors Allen and Cherelle have gathered works by some of the best and boldest voices in African-American speculative writing... There's something for everyone in this outstanding anthology."
– Publisher's Weekly (Starred Review)"Anthology editors Stephanie Andrea Allen and Lauren Cherelle have expertly curated this collection of sixteen stories and six poems to celebrate a fresh diversity in the science fiction and fantasy genres. In an age where humanity strives to improve the world for the best of future generations, Black from the Future adds a hopeful voice to the conversation."
– Robyn-Lee Samuels, Independent Book Review"This collection is the embodiment of creating your own table…Each story easily stands on its own, but they are so much stronger together, the epitome of the essence of community. It was a therapeutic experience; I couldn't put this book down."
– Silk Jazmyne, Geekly, Inc.From "Luna 6000" by Stephanie Andrea Allen
Taryn saw the light on her smart device blinking from across the room. She preferred to keep it away from her sleeping quarters, but Noe insisted that she keep it near, now that she was on bed rest.
I'll be so glad when this baby is born. Only a month to go.
The pregnancy had been tough, modern technology hadn't yet figured out a way to make carrying a baby for nine months any easier, and at her age, well, carrying a baby at 106 years old was tough. She'd tried to convince Noe to use a surrogate, but she was against it, insisting that a maternal host, (as they were called these days), would not care as much about the health of their child.
Taryn closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but the cyclops-like eye on her device. It was watching her, she was sure of it.
Heaving her swollen body up on her elbows, she was able to reach the remote that controlled both the television and the lights.
"There, that's better," she said out loud. The blinking light of the device slowly dimmed in the now bright room.
Soon.
Taryn whipped her head around, sure she'd heard a voice. Noe wouldn't be home for another three hours; she'd been called in to fill in for another doctor and the county hospital was always busy on weekends. More than the usual number of accidents, shootings, and overdoses, folks seemed to wait until Friday night to start their mess.
She lay back down, sure she was making a big deal out of nothing. Several months ago, Noe had insisted that she get this new device. The Luna 6000 was the latest innovation in smart device technology. It could do all of the things that other smart phones could do, but the Luna took it one step further. It could anticipate your needs, not just based on your browsing history, app use, or a voice activation system, but it had an advanced technology system that would monitor your internal systems (for example, your temperature and blood pressure), and external surroundings. No one was really sure how it worked, (the developers were super secretive), but it did. All Luna needed was one drop of your blood, and your device was bonded to your physiology. For an extra $2500, you could get a tiny microchip inserted behind your ear, which would allow Luna to regulate some of your basic body functions. Luna knew when you needed to eat, when you had to pee or poop, and would adjust the thermostat in your home based on its monitoring of your internal organs and the humidity in your home. Taryn used Luna to make grocery lists, (it could anticipate her food cravings), monitor their home energy use, and even check on her parents (Luna knew when she was worried about them and would initiate a video call).
Luna was even the first to know that Taryn was pregnant. The couple had been trying for a month or so, using eggs from both women and a sperm donor that had been selected from Happy Family, the premier donation facility in the country. About three weeks after their last attempt at egg attachment, Luna sent Taryn a message telling her to schedule her first pre-natal appointment, and even suggested a couple of doctors. The couple had been thrilled to learn about the pregnancy, but now Taryn was afraid. Luna was making more and more of Taryn's decisions, and she didn't know how to stop it. Just the other day, she'd added bacon and potato chips to her grocery list, and Luna had erased them before she could finish typing out the words. At first she thought she'd accidentally hit the 'back' button, so she'd typed them in again. The device sent her a small electric shock and Taryn had dropped it on the floor, annoyed and concerned that Luna was overstepping the end-user agreement. Taryn knew that she didn't need the extra sodium in her diet, but a few chips wouldn't hurt the baby, would they? She let it go, because deep down, she knew that Luna was right. But still. Did everyone's device zap them when they ignored its suggestions? Or was it just her Luna?
Lately though, Taryn felt, no was certain, that Luna was watching her, not just monitoring her systems, which is what it was supposed to do, but actually watching her with its camera eye. Taryn had tried to tell Noe about it, mentioned that she wanted to deactivate Luna and submit to the de-bonding process, (bonding for life was possible, although you could actually pay the developers to disconnect your systems from your Luna), but she'd blown her off, insisting that she was being paranoid, hormonal because she was so near the end of her pregnancy. Maybe she was, but she also knew that something wasn't right.
The ringing phone startled Taryn out of her sleep. She hadn't realized that she'd dozed off.
"Hey, babe. How are you feeling?" Noe was yelling, and Taryn could hear the sounds of the emergency room in the background through Luna's integrated mega boom speakers.
"Hey, Noe. I think we need to talk about Luna."
"What? Speak up, I can hardly hear you."
"I think we need to talk about Luna. I want her out. Deactivated."
"What are you talking about? Never mind Luna, how are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling all right, I guess. But about Luna, it's acting strange."
"Acting strange? It's a smart device, it can't "act" like anything. I don't have time for this now, we'll talk about it when I get home. I have to go. Love you, bye!"
Noe hung up so quickly that it barely registered that she was gone. She'd been acting strange lately, distant. Taryn chalked it up to her own neediness now that she was stuck at home all of the time, but she really wanted Noe to know what she was feeling. Luna seemed to be glaring at her in the dim room. Taryn quickly put Luna on the bedside table and turned the lights back off. She eased back into the bed, heart pounding. She knew that Luna could tell that she was upset, but did Luna know that it was the reason for Taryn's anxiety?
Suddenly, Luna's eye lit up and typed out a message: Just relax, Luna will take care of you. I'll get the water ready.
Taryn could hear the click click brrrrrr from the Keurig on the other side of the room as it started to heat up. Noe insisted that they have one in the sitting area attached to their bedroom. She hated to admit it, but they were just too lazy to go downstairs to make tea at night. Luna programmed it to make her some tea, lavender-chamomile, based on what her nose was telling her. She was already feeling calmer. Luna turned on the lights so that Taryn could see her way across the room. Taryn figured that was her cue to get up and make her tea. Once again, she heaved herself up and out of bed and this time, she slid her feet into purple bunny slippers. She waddled across the room to the console where the Keurig and tea bar were set up. She decided she'd like a bit of orange blossom honey in her tea, it was her favorite.
Just one teaspoon of honey.
Was she hearing things again? Why did that voice sound familiar? She reached for the honey again.
One teaspoon of honey.
This time the voice was firmer, almost a command. It occurred to Taryn that the voice reminded her of a character on an old television show, Star Trek: Discovery. Michael Burnam was the First Officer, human, but raised by Vulcans after her parents were killed. Taryn loved these old shows, especially the ones with strong Black women characters, and Michael Burnam was sexy and had a voice like…Wait a minute. Why does Luna sound like my television crush?
Taryn reached once more for the bottle of honey, and felt a tiny electric shock as soon as her fingers touched the metal lid. I must have built up some static electricity in my shoes, she thought to herself. But she knew better. This wasn't the first time Luna had punished her for trying to disobey her commands. And there it was, she finally admitted that Luna was talking to her, not typing out messages as it was designed to do. Talking to her. Only she was the only person that could hear her. Was that normal? Was she losing her mind?
No. You're not losing your mind. We just want what's best for the baby.
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