"Nobody told us that girls, much less Mexican girls, weren’t supposed to like science fiction. Undeniably, few if any of the characters in the mainstream science fiction films and television programs of the 1970s and early 1980s looked like us. As the African American science fiction writer Octavia E. Butler pointed out, Star Wars featured “every kind of alien … but only one kind of human—white ones” (Beal 1986, 17). Sadly, only Ricardo Montalbán’s Khan and Blade Runner’s Gaff, played by our homie Edward James Olmos, resembled us. Moreover, there was no mistaking me for any of the good guys—in the strictest sense of “guy.” Yet, despite the genre’s androcentrism and overwhelming whiteness, I found pleasure and meaning in science fiction. It beckoned me to imagine a world—indeed a universe—beyond the freeways, strip malls, and smog-alert days of my Southern California childhood."