Prequel
“The Listeners” was inspired by Walter Sullivan’s We Are Not Alone. Sullivan was the long-time science editor of The New York Times.” “He had attended a seminal conference of scientists in Washington, D.C., along with many of the people who were being attracted to the idea of listening for messages from the stars—what now is called SETI, the search for extra-terrestrial intelligence—including Frank Drake and Carl Sagan.” “His book described the fascination people have displayed over the centuries about the possibility of life on other worlds, and various proposals for communicating with aliens.”
“Sullivan’s book was fascinating, and included a good deal of material that later found its way into my novel. But what stimulated my writer’s instinct was the concept of a project that might have to be pursued for a century without results.”
“Four and a half decades have passed since the novel was first published, and almost half of the century-long project that the novel envisioned.” “SETI projects on both coasts are still hard at work, trying to pick up messages from the stars, and they continue—without positive results.” “If the novel has any claims to vision, its insight may be found in its evaluation of human desire and persistence in the face of continuing discouragement. But we are nearing the period when the novel begins, and maybe the signal we all have been awaiting—that we are not alone—will soon be received.”
“A SETI project director told me a few years ago that The Listeners had done more to turn people on to the search for extraterrestrial intelligence than any book ever published, and the founder of SETI wrote “it is uncanny how accurately the book describes the romance, dedication, and rigor of SETI research.””
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“Our civilization is within reach of one of the greatest steps in its evolution: knowledge of the existence, nature, and activities of independent civilizations in space”
“More and more scientists feel that contact with other civilizations is no longer something beyond our dreams but a natural event in the history of mankind that will perhaps occur in the lifetime of many of us. The promise is now too great, either to turn away from it or to wait much longer before devoting major resources to a search for other intelligent beings.”
Report of the Astronomy Survey Committee to the National Academy of Sciences
July 1, 1972
Robert MacDonald—2025
“Is there anybody there?” said the Traveler.
“Back behind everything, lurking like a silent shadow behind the closed door, is the question we can never answer except positively: Is there anybody there?””
“Wasn’t this their task? MacDonald wondered. To detect the thin smoke of life that drifts through the universe, to separate one trace from another, molecule by molecule, and then force them to reverse their entropic paths into their ordered and meaningful original form.”
“We have to base our position on probabilities. Shklovskii and Sagan estimated that there are more than one thousand million habitable planets in our galaxy alone. Von Hoerner estimated that one in three million have advanced societies in orbit around them; Sagan said one in one hundred thousand. Either way it’s good odds that there’s somebody there—three hundred or ten thousand in our segment of the universe. Our job is to listen in the right place or in the right way or understand what we hear.”
SETI
“It was the stethoscope with which they took the pulse of the all and noted the birth and death of stars, the probe with which, here on an insignificant planet of an undistinguished star on the edge of its galaxy, they explored the infinite.”
“We always knew it would be a long search. Not years but centuries. The computers must have sufficient data, and that means bits of information approximating the number of molecules in the universe. Let’s not chicken out now.””
Listening
“There was the image, for instance, of man listening, listening, listening to the silent stars, listening for an eternity, listening for signals that would never come, because—the ultimate horror—man was alone in the universe, a cosmic accident of self-awareness that needed and would never receive the comfort of companionship”
“Perhaps that, in the end, was what kept them going—to stave off the terrors of the night. While they listened there was hope; to give up now would be to admit final defeat.”
“Maybe nobody was there. Maybe nobody was sending signals because there was nobody to send signals. Maybe man was alone in the universe. Alone with God. Or alone with himself, whichever was worse.”