Fury's signature turtleneck sweater, with its fine stitches and threads, was machine-knit—a high-tech product unlike conventional hand-knit sweaters.
At least, that had been the case over sixty years ago. The moment these sweaters, with no visible "gaps" between the threads, were introduced, they took the market by storm.
"This style of sweater first appeared at the 1942 World's Fair of Science and Technology in New York." Jessica scrolled through her phone and played a black-and-white recording. "This man was Old Jos, then the public relations minister of Wilson Enterprises. He was showing fairgoers how to prepare instant noodles."
A skinny, tall, bald man with an elegant bearing stood at one corner of the stage, holding a cup of instant noodles in one hand and a microphone in the other as he spoke eloquently.
He said Wilson's convenience foods could save everyone a great deal of time and, in an hourly wage society, help them earn more money.
Peter nodded. As a tech-loving nerd, he was quite familiar with Wilson Enterprises' public relations spokesman as well.
He sat back down beside Jessica and tilted his head as he looked. "Old Jos and Little Jos look exactly alike. If logic didn't tell me it was impossible, I'd suspect the grandfather and grandson were the same person."
"That's genetic inheritance, not magic." Jessica shook her head and tapped the fragile screen with a finger. "Look at what he's wearing. It's a gray turtleneck sweater. With the sleeves rolled up, it makes him look intelligent and sincere, giving people the impression that he's grounded and dependable."
"So you've proven why Wilson Enterprises' clothing has always sold so well." Peter blinked, and the large white eye frames on his mask shifted as well. "They really do have an advanced sense of fashion, but we're supposed