Was just reading a book I'm fond of (Robert Heinlein's The Door Into Summer) when I came upon a mention of an interesting cigarette:
He stepped just far enough inside to let the door slide into place behind him, then reached inside his clothes and pulled put a pack of cigarettes. He got one one out, waved it briskly in the air, placed it in his mouth and puffed on it; it was lighted. He offered me the pack. "Have one?"
"Uh, no, thanks."
"Go ahead. It won't hurt you."
This scene takes place after a man goes into "cold sleep" (hibernation) for thirty years, from 1970 til 2000, and he's describing cool futuristic things.
First copyright is 1956. He was a pretty forward thinking writer.
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He stepped just far enough inside to let the door slide into place behind him, then reached inside his clothes and pulled put a pack of cigarettes. He got one one out, waved it briskly in the air, placed it in his mouth and puffed on it; it was lighted. He offered me the pack. "Have one?"
"Uh, no, thanks."
"Go ahead. It won't hurt you."
This scene takes place after a man goes into "cold sleep" (hibernation) for thirty years, from 1970 til 2000, and he's describing cool futuristic things.
First copyright is 1956. He was a pretty forward thinking writer.
Dot