Tracing the Blue Line

I vaulted right over the cockpit rim and landed with a crisp plastic tap on the smooth desk! Right ahead of me, a thick braided cable was snaking straight into a little dock that hummed with a soft blue glow. Naturally, I couldn't just walk past an active power conduit, could I? I clamped both hands onto the rubber neck of the plug and gave it a solid, curious tug. A tiny indicator light flickered under my feet with a low buzz. No actual lightning sparks yet, but this whole surface definitely runs on real juice!