Dinosaur calendar by Mark Witton doesn't identify the paintings--what the heck! Mark, I know you know this.
Dinosaur calendar by Mark Witton doesn't identify the paintings--what the heck! Mark, I know you know this.
harvesting
magnetic bacteria
processor goes down
Imagine if Lucas had known about bobbitt worms when he made Star Wars' desert scenes: "Imperial Walker! Wait, where did it go?" Or Frank Herbert, when he wrote Dune: No riding those worms! Or flying low, either.
No life possible on a gas giant, as this article says?
https://scitechdaily.com/can-alien-life-survive-a-stars-death-webb-space-telescope-will-reveal-the-answer/
a million Earths
in Jupiter's Goldilocks skies
nothing wonders there?
life floats above hot Venus
J ain't chopped liver ya know
Like a two-headed flatworm he maintained the bicephalic condition when bisected: each half regrew another head and arms. A few minutes work with a machete generated a small army that was twice as handy as a typical force. Too bad none of them were adept at walking on their hands.
bacteria
in zero g
express their genes
so differently
breaking the glass
ceiling means more
when empty space
is lurking there
bullets couldn't
stop them; the lack
of air sure did
El Dorado
We can’t afford to store each kind of life,
Nor yet the code that generates the beasts,
A trillion trillion suns within our reach,
Their planets crawl with living things whose strife,
Engenders kinds and more that grow and move,
Uncountable by any such as we,
So genes we snip and hope the cosmos prove,
Our sampling strategy be error free.
But refuges are stuffed with creatures rare,
Their healing traits will surely pass the test,
Genomics, their odd chemistries, suggests,
Host biologic jewels beyond compare,
Has any place in nature these begot?
Such pearls we’ve sought, but we have found them not.