Hiding them in ways intentional,
But his body almost two-dimensional,
All the parts he tried to carry were transparent to the core.
Some said "heat sink," some "transistor,"
Here and there a spare resistor.
His arms and legs, though strong, looked just like sticks upon the shore.
        Sticks And Sinews — Nothing More.

The Engineer, his limbs all shaking,
Concerned about the system breaking,
Saw in this oddly human figure a ray of hope upon that score.
On his body, carved with great care,
MajorPower™ was inscribed there.
This could be, thought the engineer, the solution I’ve looked for.
        A Little Time — A Major Score.

Stepping through his office doorway
Into the dark, deserted hallway,
He decided to meet MajorPower™ face-to-face upon the floor.
"Tell me, you elongated figure,
Though I’ve tested it with rigor,
Is my system doomed to fail? Is it reliable to the core?"
        Quoth MajorPowerÔ: "Nevermore".

"Ambiguity is not appropriate!"
Said the engineer, his voice irate.
"All I want is just a plain and simple answer – nothing more.
Suppose I factor in some power,
Then boost the amperes by the hour,
And set a price that is affordable by every user rich and poor?"
        Quoth MajorPowerÔ: "Nevermore".

"Tell me, then, O haunted being,
What it is that I’m not seeing,
Why have you come to visit me, at midnight, near my office door?
What missing piece to this odd puzzle
Has brought you here upon the double,
Your glowing eyes, intense and focused, burning into my heart’s core?"
        Quoth MajorPowerÔ: "Something More".

"From those weird, obscure components,
Which, if any, makes some sense?
Give me, please, I’m begging you, the key I’m searching for."
With no delay, and almost smiling,
In a manner most beguiling,
MajorPower™ chose a part that never was in view before.
        Quoth MajorPowerÔ: "Less Is More".

Reaching out his hand, so tired,
Thinking he would soon be fired,
The engineer decided that he couldn’t do much more.
MajorPower™ , like giving alms,
Placed the part in his sweaty palms,
And with a friendly nod and wink, walked quickly past the door.
        A Spectral Presence — Nothing More.

The Words "Hot Plug" described it well:
Black and bold and sound as a bell.
The engineer then realized his system he could now restore.
His hand, the Hot Plug safe inside,
Waved goodbye, as in mid-stride
MajorPower™ turned to him, a ghostly shadow on the floor.
        Quoth MajorPowerÔ: "You’ve Won the War".

"Thanks, mysterious friend, for bringing
This to me, my heart is singing;
And now, just one more question, tell me truly, I implore.
Will my system still be working,
Despite the duties I’ve been shirking?
Are failure and the dreaded downtime waiting just outside my door?"
        Quoth MajorPowerÔ: "Nevermore".