I'm guessing it'll be along the lines of "post-humanism" ie, downloading the human consciousness into a variety of objects. I read a "Best of" compilation of short stories and this was a recurring theme. One was the ruminations of someone who had downloaded himself into a couch and was contempling 'what next.' Another had a character who was just back from being downloaded into a flock of seagulls. Strange.
I've been hoping for a resurgence in unapologetic space opera. Well, Lois McMaster Bujold does it (or did it; she seems to be trying to not write any more Miles Vorkosigan novels, grrr) and David Weber does though I don't like his stuff... but the genre is one of my favorites. I'm not a fan of arty SF. Give me a rip-roaring tale of asteroid miners or space pirates any day.