“Children of Time” is the first of the “Children of Time Novels” by Adrian Tchaikovsky. It’s a mind-blowing science fiction novel.
It starts in the orbit of a planet that was terraformed. Now the people having overseen that process are about to start the next phase of the development of the planet. They want to send a container full of monkeys down to the planet and then also throw a virus at the planet. The virus is meant to transform the monkeys into a human like intelligent species that can then be used as servants by the humans arriving later to live on that planet.
But there is some rivalry on Earth between the progressives, who do such terraforming missions, and a naturalist faction that opposes it all. Human life on Earth is destroyed and the monkeys don’t make it down to the planet. But the virus does and changes a kind of spiders into sentient beings.
Much later — after an ice age on Earth — a new generation of humans somehow succeed to use some of the technology of their forefathers and build a space ship and arrive at that terraformed planet in the hope to find a new clean home. Naturally they are surprised to find intelligent spiders on that planet that won’t give up their home planet for some humans.
The evolution of the spiders and the conflict between them, the new humans and a partly mad artificial intelligence together make up an interesting and engaging story I enjoyed very much.
The second book — “Children of Ruin” — feels a bit repetitive at first and as if it’s just a “let’s do the same but with octopuses”, but there are some new nuances and after the introduction of a really alien intelligence it takes a different path. So it’s actually nearly as much a page-turner as the first book.
The third and — at least currently — last book “Children of Memory” introduces a species of birds that humans have meddled with and exalted to intelligent beings. But it’s quite a different tale than the first two books. It’s much more mysterious. While the first two books are more straightforward, here the last quarter of the book reveals what’s actually going on. Writing anything more about it would probably spoil it. So I won’t do that. This third book is better than the second one. It’s again as surprising as the first. It’s also the most philosophical of the three books.
Adrian Tchaikovsky writes many books and the back catalogue is already impressive. I surely will return to reading more of his books in the future.