The panel of the circut breaker crumpled as Elohim's blade entered the machinery, thrusting into its virgin opening.  In and out, the blade cut through wiring and switches, gathering around itself a sheath of copper and plastic; which glowed with electricity.  In a few crackling spurts, the power flowed into Elohim, stoking and igniting the divine fire as she stole from the gods of the state, the blade pushing deeper into the mess of wires.  With every thrust and moment, more energy flowed through the blade, flowing into Elohim, making her one with with Prometheus, with her creator, and remaking her body.<br/><br/>Yet, as the blade brought her ecstasy, the surge of power became uncontrolled, flowing into her in a massive, crackling wave.  Nearby lights dimmed as power surged uncontrolled, unstoppable to the melted, torn up breakers, the raped locks.  Unless the circut was broken, she'd knock out power for the entire block.  But was keeping away an inconvenience like that really worth the denial of such pleasure?