The story takes place across viewpoints and times, and switches between them with a sinuous ease. In one, we
find a crew of terraformers, sent out to make something habitable from chunks
of water ice and rock, waiting for the colony ships that will surely follow.
Our central focus on this crew is Senkovi, a man who has very little time at
all for other people. He’s quite good with machines though, and also with
cephalopods. Much like the ill-starred Avra Kern from the first book, Senkovi
is gently playing god; introducing a virus to his octopi which may make them
more intelligent, more sentient, even, than before. Senkovi’s octopi are a
triumph. Not only for him, but for us. Watching his struggles to teach them to
deal with their new intellects over generations of breeding, watching him try
and bridge a gap in understanding carries an impressive emotional weight and
depth. The other terraformers think they’re just getting some handy creatures
to maintain the terraforming systems on a water ball, but we know they can be
something more than that. It’s an exploration of the alien, of the way humanity
interacts with the strange, strives to make the unknowable knowable. At the
same time, Senkovi is taking risks, and you may want to go through the pages
and stop him before everything gets out of hand. There’s a skill to this kind
of characterisation – giving us a fully realised person, whom we can empathise
with, even sympathise with, even as we see them step down some very dangerous
roads indeed. It’s a big idea, this – the idea of people creating new
intelligence – and it’s approached respectfully and thoughtfully. Senkovi and
his relationship with his children will make you think, even as they struggle
to become less of an enigma to each other.
To put it mildly, the terraformer’s efforts to create a
newly habitable world do not go entirely to plan.
I don’t want to get into it
for fear of spoilers, but to skirt around it: this is a wonderful exploration
of humanity, absolutely. Of the way it reaches out and tries to understand, and
the way it reacts under pressure. The way small group environments are a few
bad decisions and failed systems away from catastrophe The way we’re a voice in
the wilderness, looking for something that answers back. It’s a story which, in
some ways, is about hope. But it’s also a different kind of story– oh yes. A
story of how quickly things can go wrong, a story of insidious loss, of
escalating conflict, of desperate measures and hard choices. While we’re
watching Senkovi try and match wills with his commander, and train his octopi
into sentience, we’re also seeing how things could slide out of control. There’s
a delightful slow burn horror here, one which kept me turning pages, albeit
with the occasional shudder. The terraformers, deep in the past of Children of
Time, are eminently human, and eminently fallible. It’s to Tchaikovsky’s credit
that he approaches some big themes in this sequence – who we are, what we want,
what were willing to do to survive, and what our legacy might be – and then
wraps it around and throughout a
compelling character drama, and one which had great success in evoking visceral
emotional reactions. This is a book that doesn’t pull any punches, emotionally
or narratively.
The other strand of the story occurs further in the future,
a few generations after Children of Time. Our spiders and their humans are reaching out
now, looking to see if they are really all there is in the universe. Hunting
for meaning and communication from the stars. And when they find it, they’ll go
and investigate, because that’s what they do.
What they find when they do – well, again, no spoilers. But
Tchaikovsky has a talent for showing us an alien viewpoint, making it relatable
but other, a lived experience very different from our own. This is a story
about different kinds of intelligence trying to talk to each other, to stop
talking past each other, and, preferably, to do so without everyone killing
each other. The spiders are still the spiders – forthright, dealing with
humanity on the one hand, and their own social dilemma’s on the other (the
exploration of the struggle against sexism in a species where the females have
been known to eat a disagreeable male
was a spot of genius), and in the gripping hand, trying to handle whatever new
thing the universe casts at them next. There’s
people too, of course – complicated, slightly awkward people, doing
their best to get by, to reach out to their colleagues, to bridge the gap
between humanity and Other. Oh, and, well, there’s Kern. The AI that was once a
god, like Senkovi, and is now something less than a person, and struggling so
hard, wanting so much, to know what that’s like.
This is a story that weaves beautifully across these two
strands of time, two voices of humanity working to understand the Other, and
the rewards and perils that can be presented thereby. . I’m not sure I can
usefully articulate how well done this book is, but…it is. The prose is tight,
pragmatic, and utterly engrossing, drawing you into the creaking octopus tanks,
the recycled air of the terraformers ships, before dropping you into strange
worlds, with people struggling to convince each other that they’re people.
It’s a big story, which examines some really big ideas – the
nature of intelligence, the nature of personhood, the sense of self – but within
an immediate context. We feel for Senkovi and his struggle, we feel the
excitement and terror of the terraforming team. We see our spider-human
expeditionary force bicker over academic credit, and throw their lives to the
wind to help each other, and face the strange, the unknown, together. This is a
story which will let you know its characters, possibly better than you might
like, will get them to feel alive, will have their choices and their decisions
become things you feel in your heart, in your gut. That combination, of a
vivid, detailed, innovative universe, populated by strange, wonderful,
terrifying people and a story which will grab hold of you and not let go until
it’s done…that combination, blended up with some really clever exploration of
Big Idea’s, makes for a fantastic story, which is what this is.
Coming from Children Of Time you may be wondering – can this be as good as its predecessor? Is
it worth the wait? And I would say yes and yes again. Children of Ruin is top-notch sci-fi, thoughtful and action-packed
in equal measure, and you owe it to yourself to go and read it, right now.
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