Of all the boring college trips Daniel had to suffer through, a trip to the soap factory was by far the worse one to date. The building was automated, with only a handful of human staff to oversee the machines and ensure their was no hick-ups or problems.
How could there be a problem with producing soap? Daniel thought as he followed on from the back of the group. The seventeen year old stopped himself from yawning, his hand covering his mouth. Their tour guide had stopped and was addressing them, rambling on about the machines used in the manufacture of soap and the different ingredients that went into each bar of soap. It was mind-numbingly tedious, and the monotonous tone of the tour guide didn't help. He wasn't exactly selling the idea of working at a soap factory. He looked around, so far the only slightly interesting thing to see were some of the machines, but even once he had a good look at them Daniel quickly lost interest.
As the college group walked onward across the manufact