Sentences with phrase «signs of alien life on»

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However eccentric he was, and whatever one's view of the wisdom of such «small» missions (Beagle 2 cost a mere # 66m, compared with the $ 1.6 bn which Nasa spent on its Mars Reconnaissance Rover), Pillinger's enthusiasm to find out if there is evidence of alien life is a sign of the intellectual curiosity that lies at the heart of all good science.
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.
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.
Nevertheless, this technique is an extremely promising one for detecting potential signs of life on alien worlds.
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.
Using the Green Bank Telescope in West Virginia, scientists with the Breakthrough Listen initiative — a massive project dedicated to finding signs of intelligent alien life — recorded 15 repeating fast radio bursts (FRBs) on August 26.
One of the biggest flaws in Swedish director Daniel Espinosa's (Safe House) Life, which follows what happens to the crew of the International Space Station after they discover the first evidence of extraterrestrial beings, is that lead biologist Hugh (Ariyon Bakare) seems to immediately throw all common sense out of the window and get emotionally attached to the thing they've brought on board, despite really REALLY glaring warning signs that the alien is highly intelligent.
This growth has caught the attention of the entire horror community, celebrities that flocked to TFW to sign autographs and take pictures with the fans this year, and guests such as Robert Englund (A Nightmare on Elm Street, V, Hatchet), George A Romero (Night of the Living Dead Series, Creepshow), and Lance Henriksen (Alien, Millennium, Near Dark).
, 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,
«My great fear,» Neil deGrasse Tyson told MSNBC's Chris Hayes in early June, «is that we've in fact been visited by intelligent aliens but they chose not to make contact, on the conclusion that there's no sign of intelligent life on Earth.»
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