"They have all the genetic information; they just need the signals to grow."

It rose, slowly at first, then gaining speed as the signals grew stronger.

During the next few minutes the reflected signal grew rapidly to a maximum value.

The signal was growing closer by the second.

The signals grew clearer, voices, at first faint, then very clear.

Always the signals in the detector cell grew stronger.

The signals coming from the Goldenwing were steadily growing stronger and more distinct.

"Oh, listen, I think we're coming close to one," he said as the signal grew stronger.

The stronger that signal grows, the less likely I'll be able to pick her out of it.

I shrugged, unable to guess as the signal grew stronger.