By Märt Filed Under: miscellaneous
From Popular Mechanics magazine, back in 1922:
Not only would that machine sell you a sandwich, but the sandwich might actually be fresh. Apparently the 1920s were more technologically advanced than the 31st century will be, at least as far as sandwich-vending-machine safety goes. If only Fry had had access to a refrigerated sandwich, he might never have learned to play the holophonor.
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