First it was the underwear—long underwear to be exact. Skin tight so it wouldn’t show too much under clothing but breathable and suitable for any climate. Still a hassle to get on.
Some people used the kind with built in feet, gloves, and hood, which covered everything but the face. He used to have that kind but it was frowned on at his current job, especially if you were looking to move up into management. The higher-ups still liked to project an image of “normalcy”, like most institutions, as if the past fifty years of environmental and social disasters had never happened.
Then pants and shirt, also highly breathable but more importantly resistant to everything imaginable: bullets, cutting weapons, acid (so long as it wasn’t gaseous). The more it looked like old-fashioned, regular fabric, the more expensive, but again, if you wanted to move upwards…
That’s what the oversuit was for, and why it cost so damn much, even more than everything that went underneath. Also marketed as breathable but of course it wasn’t because who would be foolish enough to leave even one pit zip undone? As soon as you put it on you were drenched in sweat. At least that could wait until just before stepping out the door, right after the hood, gloves, and face mask.
What a headache it all was, even for someone who’d grown up with this. His grandmother used to tell him stories of her youth when she’d just throw on a tank top and shorts, types of garments that didn’t even cover your arms and legs. Made of things like cotton, if she was to be believed!
Whatever, time was wasting and he had to find where his left inner glove had gotten to.
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