Welcome to XRI

The eXoplanetary Research Institute (XRI) was founded in 1998 with a mission to explore terrestrial bodies and seek out life beyond the confines of our own solar system. Thanks to the generous anonymous contributions from a private benefactor, XRI has since become a world leader in communications and propulsion technologies and now stands at the threshold of one of the greatest scientific expeditions of all time.

When we launched our flagship probe Interstellar I more than a decade ago, we were bound for Epsilon Eridani b, which was the closest known extrasolar planet at the time. Today, based on data we've gathered with our approaching probe, we know that the Epsilon Eridani solar system contains at least 6 planets. One of these planets lies in the "Goldilocks zone"—the region in which the planet's temperature will likely be just above the freezing point of water, making it a good candidate for supporting Earth-like life.

The idea to crowdsource the exploration of our destination planet was inspired, in part, by similar projects like NASA's MoonZoo or SETIQuest Explorer. With the recent cuts in the US space program, we saw increased opportunities for private foundations like XRI to fill the void. For the Extrasolar project, we're allowing an unprecedented level of access to the most ambitious space exploration project of our time.

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The Extrasolar Project

When NASA began its unmanned mission to Mars in 2003, they wisely chose to send two rovers—Spirit and Opportunity—so that if one broke down, the mission could still be successful. Here at the eXoplanetary Research Institute (XRI) we call that "redundancy lite." For the Extrasolar project, we've packed so many rovers aboard Interstellar I, that there's no way we could control them all without bringing in assistance from volunteers like you.

Since we didn't know what conditions to expect in advance, our rovers have an enormous variety of capabilities. To keep costs low, we used a lot of consumer-grade electronics, some of which has been modified to operate under high atmospheric pressure, high moisture and a wide range of temperatures.

Each rover is about the size of a large toaster when it's folded up aboard the Interstellar I probe. The rovers unfold to reveal six independently articulated legs with wheels, solar panels and a head with multiple sensors, including a camera that can extend to one meter (3.3 feet) above the ground.

As project liaison Robert Turing explained, "The idea was to keep rovers as simple and lightweight as possible. The rovers will communicate over short distances with lander modules which will, in turn, relay messages back to a communications base station that will remain in orbit. From there, the messages will be relayed back to Earth using a proprietary communications technology."


Little Big Town - Tornado

Thought you'd change the weather
Start a little storm
Make a little rain
But I'm gonna do one better hide the sun until you pray
I'm a tornado, looking for a soul to take

You're gonna see me coming by the selfish things you did
I'm gonna leave you guessin' how this funnel is gonna hit
I'm a tornado, looking for a man to break

I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around
Toss it in the air and throw it in the ground
Make sure you're never found
Thought you'd take a swing
Try another girl, try another night,
But it's the pain that brings my force of nature back to life
I'm a tornado
More disturbed than an F5

I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around
Toss it in the air and throw it in the ground
Make sure you're never found

The winds are getting stronger
The sky is falling through
And you ain't got much longer
Till the rage rips off the roof
I'm a tornado...
And I'm coming after you...


The First Day of Summer!

Road at La Cavée, Pourville -Claude Monet

To Summer
by William Blake

O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard
Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car
Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs
Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on

Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy
Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:
Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.

Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.


Benjamin Péret - Halo

Dla Ciebie Vient, z miłością.
Benjamin Péret - Halo
Muzyka: Torley on Piano - Delicate platinum

Mój samolocie w płomieniach mój zamku zatopiony w reńskim winie
moje ghetto czarnych irysów moje ucho z kryształu
moja skało lecąca z urwiska żeby zmiażdżyć polowego
mój ślimaku opalowy mój komarze powietrzny
mój puchu z rajskiego ptaka moja grzywo z czarnej piany
mój grobie co pękł moja ulewo czerwonych szarańczy
moja latająca wyspo moje turkusowe winogrono
moje zderzenie aut rozszalałych i roztropnych moja dzika grządko
mój słupku dmuchawca w oku moim odbity
moja tulipanowa cebulko w mózgu
moja gazelo zabłąkana w kinie na bulwarach
moja szkatułko słońca mój owocu dojrzały z wulkanu
mój śmiechu ukrytego stawu gdzie wciąż topią się roztargnieni prorocy
mój zalewie czarnych porzeczek mój motyli smardzu
moja kaskado niebieska jak klinga z dna która czyni wiosnę
mój rewolwerze koralowy którego usta przyciągają mnie jak oko
[migotliwe studni
połyskliwe jak lustro w którym wypatrujesz płochliwego trzepotu
[kolibrów twego spojrzenia
zgubionego w ekspozycji bieli oprawnej w mumie

Przełożył z francuskiego Robert Stiller


Mon avion en flammes mon château inondé de vin du Rhin
mon ghetto d'iris noirs mon oreille de cristal
mon rocher dévalant la falaise pour écraser le garde-champêtre
mon escargot d'opale mon moustique d'air
mon édredon de paradisiers ma chevelure d'écume noire
mon tombeau éclaté ma pluie de sauterelles rouges
mon île volante mon raisin de turquoise
ma collision d'autos folles et prudentes ma plate-bande sauvage
mon pistil de pissenlit projeté dans mon oeil
mon oignon de tulipe dans le cerveau
ma gazelle égarée dans un cinéma des boulevards
ma cassette de soleil mon fruit de volcan
mon rire d'étang caché où vont se noyer les prophèthes distraits
mon inondation de cassis mon papillon de morille
ma cascade bleue comme une lame de fond qui fait le printemps
mon revolver de corail dont la bouche m'attire comme l'oeil d'un puits
glacé comme le miroir où tu contemples la fuite des oiseaux mouches de ton regard
perdu dans une exposition de blanc encadrée de momies
je t'aime

Benjamin Péret (1899-1959)