The uniform of invisible labor. A mid-weight synth-wool blend blazer in Helix Corp mandated slate-grey, cut boxy enough to fit nearly any body type off the rack — which is exactly the point. The lapels are narrow and slightly shiny from dry-cleaning friction, and a small embossed Helix Corp service tag is heat-pressed inside the collar. Underneath, a white broadcloth dress shirt with a subtle grid weave, the collar slightly stiff from industrial starch, two buttons always threatening to gap at the chest. Trousers are straight-cut in matching slate-grey synth-wool, with a barely-perceptible shine at the knees from desk chair contact. A single pleat runs down each leg, machine-pressed each Monday. Black faux-leather belt, no buckle ornamentation. The shoes are Helix-issued matte black cap-toe oxfords, cushioned enough for transit but not for comfort — the kind of shoe that always looks slightly too big. A lanyard with a Helix Corp RFID badge clip hangs at the chest, the badge itself scratched from years of swipe-gate use. Hair and accessories must conform to the Helix Corp Appearance Code (HAC-7), which means nothing unusual, nothing memorable.