I guess when people load their conscience to the cloud (aka Asimov’s AC), time and space will stop being useful for them, so its illusion will vanish. The ideas' world will be completed.
The expansion and maybe contraction of the universe and its entropic implications will then be an issue…
Sharp noir shadows, piercing shiny gazes, round firm breasts, overwhelming rush of feelings from the passionate characters. The story might not be fully clever but the style always countervails it. It’s not about telling the nicest emotive tale but to catch the eye and succumb to its coolness. It looks awesome, it looks cool! Damn I wanna be there! This is the spirit. (Let’s describe part of a hypothetic chapter of a manga:
While the keen arrows almost puncture your already wounded and tired semi naked bodies, you’ll eventually find the ultimate weapon to win the happening battle by violently crush the awful enemy! --- Yeah