/lit/ - Literature

>>15857654
For context, Neil deGrasse Tyson was wishing white people never existed in some post on Twitter, /lit/ was discussing him, and so I wrote him a little story about an alternate reality where his ancestors were never brought to America.

The year is 2020.
Neil deGrasse Tyson, or as he is now known in this reality, Mubaru Ungaloch, is son to tribal warlords in the plains of the Serengeti.
Mubaru begins his day by drinking from the fountain of outpouring blood from the lacerated throat of his enemy, and thanking the spirits of his ancestors and that of Ogbo, the patron deity of the Poopoo people, for the blessing of this meal and offering the lifeless carcass of his once rival in sacrifice. He begins his journey back toward his village with his Marula branch totem staff in hand and ponders upon whom next must be released from this mortal coil when the hunger returns; picking up any small insect he finds along the way to feed his 12 children whom eagerly await his return.
Just as he was about to make a paltry snack of a beetle a plane soars by, off in the distant horizon, a sight well out of place for the tribal Mubaru – who extends his staff to the sky and prays for its magical protection. Neither Mubaru, his people, nor that of the whole black population of Africa has ever seen the world outside of their continent.
Europe is currently more of a technological powerhouse than anyone has ever imagined. Having developed over the centuries without interfered in Africa has proved to be the wisest decision they had ever made. Without the competitive pressures of colonization, they have lived in relative peace and prosperity and no great wars have been fought between them in centuries. They have come together in common unity and objectives for the advancement of the European people, and have left the continent of Africa to its fate, now the only colonies they form are the stars.
To Mubaru, these stars only represent the spirits of his ancestors – the reverence of which coats the walls in assortments of stickfigures outlined with feces upon the mud and sticks he and his 12 children reside.

Mubaru's children greet him with eagerness, Obo, Doodoo, Dindu, and even the youngest, little Treyvon are the first to form up with their heads perched up and awaiting the alternate reality Neil deGrasse Tyson to put the bugs into their mouths. After all has been fed to some degree of satisfaction, it is time for the matured prince of the Poopoo people to bathe each of his children in the traditional method of their proud and noble people.

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Mubaru's children greet him with eagerness, Obo, Doodoo, Dindu, and even the youngest, little Treyvon are the first to form up with their heads perched up and awaiting the alternate reality Neil deGrasse Tyson to put the bugs into their mouths. After all has been fed to some degree of satisfaction, it is time for the matured prince of the Poopoo people to bathe each of his children in the traditional methods of the Poopoo people.

They all line up, shoulder to bony shoulder, each nearly nude to completion save for an individual cloth diaper, and prepare for their monthly bath with their ribs protruding from malnourishment and starvation. Neil steps between each one, urinating on all of their faces as they giggle and laugh and rinse their hair in his putrid piss. Occasionally opening their mouths to drink from his salty golden nectar since drinking anything at all is a luxury in their humble tribal village.

>>9895207

"Postmodernism". What kind of a search for reading order outside of spacetime has a temporal marker built into its name?

What does /lit/ think about Neil deGrasse Tyson?

I thoroughly enjoy his lectures and I think that he tends to get a bad wrap from angsty people who think that it's the new cool thing to hate science. I see absolutely no reason to dislike this guy. He is passionate about educating the world and helping people understand difficult concepts in astrophysics and cosmology.

>>6050820
>impossible to argue with because they're geniuses