In a saraband over the Flammarion’s edge, some old-fashioned etchings are dancing upon a particle system. A shuffle button throws the interface into squelching AM radio soundscapes ranging from V1 sounds to glamorous solar wind sonifications, from uncanny Judica-Cordiglia records to the number stations still squandering the ether. Now click/tap on the screen. You will add random music. Voyages Extraordinaires is a perfect souvenir, gathering a non sequitur reality of human exploration. Let it go. You will tune yourself down on the cosmic microwave background. Yes, you are inhabiting a dizzy quasi-unpredictable future of whom whole generations dreamt on before. A future which is a click away. It’s not over yet. And it depends on you.