Charles Stross’s Accelerando:

The lob­sters are not the sleek, strongly super­hu­man intel­li­gences of pre sin­gu­lar­ity mythol­ogy: They’re a dim-​​witted col­lec­tive of hud­dling crus­taceans. Before their dis­car­na­tion, before they were uploaded one neu­ron at a time and injected into cyber­space, they swal­lowed their food whole, then chewed it in a chitin-​​lined stom­ach. This is lousy prepa­ra­tion for deal­ing with a world full of future-​​shocked talk­ing anthro­poids, a world where you are per­pet­u­ally assailed by self-​​modifying spam­lets that infil­trate past your fire­wall and emit a bliz­zard of cat-​​food ani­ma­tions star­ring var­i­ous allur­ingly edi­ble small ani­mals. It’s con­fus­ing enough to the cats the ads are aimed at, never mind a crusty that’s unclear on the idea of dry land. (Although the con­cept of a can opener is intu­itively obvi­ous to an uploaded Pan­ulirus.)

(Via The author.)