[ WP ] You have won a trip to visit the factory of [ any real life company ] . It is literally as magical as Willy Wonka 's Chocolate Factory .

I've got some friends who work for Dupont, a plastics and chemicals manufacturing company. They rant about control systems and stress strain curves all day. So this will be fun. 
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 I got off the bus with 5 other people more or less my age. they all have some kind of flexible and tough sheet in their hand similar to carbon fiber. They were all very friendly and eager, almost desperate to sieze up the competetion, ahem, I mean make connections. They were all talking about complicated subjects, non-newtonian behaviours, models, control systems, algorithms, and trying to one-up each other with things that I do n't really understand. I'm just a paint technician who have been painting for years. I'm one of those people who like watching paint dry. 
 
 As soon as I stepped off the bus, the doors to the corporation opened, and out stepped a flamboyant man, dressed in a shimmering unearthly cloth. `` Greetings and salutations!'' He boomed, `` Welcome to Dupont's main manufacturing headquarters! I am Doug D.D. Dupont! We hope that you enjoy our little tour, and please, hold your questions until the end.'' Our small group looked like a pack of hungry wolves, eager to show their knowledge of the manufacturing process and impress their potential future employer. Nontheless, we obeyed and continued to follow him into the building. 
 
 The first room was a plain reception area. the receptionist stood up from her computer and gave us guest passes. They were made of an odd material. One or two others seemed to notice this but the rest just glossed over it. 
 
 We were led past the well lit areas containing the labs and offices to a dark corner that's very much been lacking upkeep. Tucked there was a service elevator. It was cramped, and I did n't particularly mind being pushed up against the women who were dolled up for this occasion. Our tour guide was giddy. As if he just ca n't wait to show us what's behing door number 1. 
 
 The elevator door opens and we pile out of the cramped space. 
 
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 It's late. I'm going to sleep.
