Sentences with phrase «for signs of alien life»

Norton says future missions to find Earth - like planets in Earth - like orbits will be when the real search for signs of alien life will begin.

Scientists looking for signs of alien life from the mystery object passing through our Solar system say they've found nothing «so far».

Scheduled to touch down on the Red Planet on 5 August via a nail - bitingly intricate, autonomous procedure, NASA's Curiosity rover will undertake an unprecedented two - year hunt for signs of alien life.

TAKING a great picture of yourself is never easy — even if you're a pioneering robot sophisticated enough to explore Mars for signs of alien life.

That makes the system, around a star called TRAPPIST - 1, a prime target in the search for signs of alien life.

Cluster computing is not a new idea, having found success on desktop computers with projects like SETI@home, which uses idle PCs to search for signs of alien life.

To search for signs of alien life, we may have to look into Earth's past.

And it would allow astronomers to closely examine dozens of potentially Earth - like exoplanets for signs of alien life.

Some look to the heavens for signs of alien life, but geoscientist Onstott and his colleagues probe deep below ground instead, venturing into extreme environments on our planet to understand how life might begin, and thrive, on other planets.

Not exact matches

The next step will be to analyze the core for microbes and other signs of life, which, if found, will add a second member to this alien landscape in the deep.

The search for extraterrestrial intelligence has looked for many different signs of alien life, from radio broadcasts to laser flashes, without success.

Nevertheless, this technique is an extremely promising one for detecting potential signs of life on alien worlds.

Researchers with the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence (SETI) looked for radio signals coming from the star's galaxy (which could be a sign of alien life) but failed to find any.

The study of alien worlds is entering its next phase as astronomers amass the best planets outside our Solar System to look for signs of life.

An international team of scientists from the SETI Institute, the private organization that is searching for signs of extraterrestrial life, revealed that it received mysterious signal spikes last year that could have possibly come from an alien civilization.

The mystery object discovered earlier this year traveling through our solar system is showing no signs of any alien life, despite plenty of efforts to look and listen for a signal.

Signs owes its imagistic sources to more than The Birds: It cribs liberally from Drums Along the Mohawk (more precisely, John Sayles précis for an early unmade Spielberg project called «Night Skies» that reimagined Ford's film with aliens), Night of the Living Dead, Field of Dreams, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and, crushingly, John Irving's pulp - Christian novel, A Prayer for Owen Meany.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,