Sitting, subjectively silently, among the swirling chaos of hackers, the odd Vogon poetry enthusiast and the raging void for a few interminable days at 38c3, lies Milliways, the most exclusive (and utterly informal) Habitat in the galaxy.

We invite intrepid adventurers to make the ultimate journey, not to the end of the universe, but to the end of Hall H, and claim the highly collectible, ridiculously matte, and utterly meaningless “Hitchhiked to Milliways” digital badge.