Big Boat by Redfern Jon Barrett
Abdur is content with his life serving the world's immortal elite on a never-ending cruise, until he meets the person at the head of the whole operation. Image generated with OpenAI 30 levels. 150 storeys. 300 recreated streets. One airport. Five hospitals. 100,000 residents. It's a big boat. From the wide-panel windows of the suite, gazing out upon the unending ocean, you can see just how big. A colossus on an eternal voyage to nowhere. But then the windows seem to thicken, growing opaque. They now show the lost Lagos skyline, and the young man in the bed - a long-famous Hollywood actor - sleepily orders Chennai eggs benedict. "Excellent, mer ," I say, as I scrawl the order onto my electronic notepad. The woman next to him stirs awake. She wants cornflakes with alpaca milk. "And to drink?" They both order coffee: black; ground-grown beans. The man puzzles over a crossword as the woman's face slackens back into sleep, and it isn't long before Khuyag...