Tobias D.H. Crichton
Bio
Tobias Crichton is a Designer, Artist, and Author based in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, where he lives with his wife, son, and two possessed gargoyles (otherwise known as Pugs). When not writing, Tobias enjoys painting and the outdoors.
Stories (5/0)
#1: Anthropolis One: The Never Clock
“The infinite multiplied by infinity. That is the true fabric of reality.” ~ Dr. Zhou Sun Chapter 1 - Alpha I feel time pressing down on me with the crushing weight of an elephant resting on an ant. If there were gods in this universe, even the most demanding and wrathful tyrant would be a welcome embrace compared to the ever-present reality of the true master of my oppression. Time.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton3 years ago in Fiction
#2: Anthropolis One: The Never Clock
7:30am Jonah woke with a short gasp, eyes wide and staring. A bright dart of light came from a clear blue winter morning, lighting the wall of his room and the familiar wooden rafters of his grandfather’s sprawling ranch house. He blinked his eyes, to stave off the momentary ache of too much light all at once. A deep breath, and the shock of his dream began to fade quickly. Reality melting the dreamworld into the waking day like snowflakes landing on the surface of a hot coffee. All the fear, adrenaline, and anguish evaporating with such speed, as to make him laugh with relief. Jonah sat up and stretched, his laugh waking Daisy. Daisy was the oldest of the farm dogs and since Jonah was a toddler she treated Jonah as her personal charge. Daisy got up from her bed and shuffled across the polished expanse of hardwood, stopping mid-way for a dramatic dog-stretch. She gave her head a loud and jowly shake, before plopping her large wrinkled face on the edge of Jonah’s bed.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton3 years ago in Fiction
#4: Anthropolis One: The Never Clock
10:30 pm After his grandfather went off to bed, Jonah decided to connect with his friends online, logging into a fully virtual social zone. It was an activity that Jonah had neglected for several months as he’d become consumed with his grandfather’s research. He knew it was way past time to get back in touch now that Nathan was forcing him to branch out. Jonah opted for a larger version of his daily augmented reality glasses, a pair with much larger lenses that filled his complete periphery of vision, and more suitable to fully virtualized interfaces. Jonah settled into his chair as the social area snapped into focus around him. A bright day in a tropical setting, with sprawling red brick patios dappled in the shade of swaying palm trees.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton3 years ago in Fiction
#3: Anthropolis One: The Never Clock
4:30pm Nathan and Jonah returned to the cavernous garage as the winter sun was setting behind the mountains. Removing their parkas and pants, they proceeded into a large brightly lit mudroom. There they tossed their gear into the cleaning system, before grabbing their lab kits; a mostly improvised mix of surgical scrubs and intricately pocketed lab coats. After exchanging their field goggles for regular day glasses, they proceeded to a large building adjacent to the garage which served as the research lab.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton3 years ago in Fiction
