The encounters are so similar, and so frequent, that they’ve taken on a predictable pattern: I meet a stranger at a dinner party, or on an airplane, or in some other neutral setting, and in the course of introductory small talk the stranger asks what I do for a living. Recalling the m encounters during which he asked what he does for a living, Justice writes: As Cherokee author and critic Daniel Justice writes, a majority of readers still have trouble accepting Indigenous literature itself, let alone Indigenous sf. It isn’t simply that these readers balk at the thought of an Indigenous person in outer space (although these representations are few and far between in mainstream media) when it comes to intersections of indigeneity and techne, the stumbling block often comes much earlier. For many uninformed readers Indigenous Science Fiction (sf) is an oxymoron.
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