We expect Anonymous. We expect computers. We expect fantastic deviant sex. We expect flashing lights in the sky. We expect the ultra-violent. We expect so much from our works of fiction that they inevitably fall short of where they ought to be. We are so busy trying to evoke the weird with imagery, that we have forgotten how the weird truly works. The world is what is weird. But our books are printed on paper or easily packaged within a few megabytes of data, wrapped in file formats. (via temporary autonomous zone technology | THE STATE)
