At The Bottom Of The Ocean

At The Bottom Of The Ocean
“Each day he can choose which view the station’s artificial windows will show him. The dome has only one real viewport just above the airlock, but the walls are papered with hi-resolution flexible screens. At the press of a button he can be in the middle of the desert, or overlooking a square in Paris. He can project the sky at night onto the roof of the dome, or surround himself with high-definition rainforest, complete with the hoots and calls of monkeys.”

A short story about a man who lives at the bottom of the ocean, and is really quite tired of the view. Published in Burningword. Read it online here or in print here.