50wordstories.ca

The Poet would sprinkle some iron shavings on a large white board, and then place a bunch of randomly tangled wires under the board.  Then he would run electricity through each wire.

The shavings would then rearrange.  The results would then be decoded into poetry.

Sometimes, the results were good.

He knew more than anyone else.

Uncounted vistas of knowledge, coupled with instant recall.

A walking, talking encyclopedia.

An unbeaten master at Trivial Pursuit.

So they captured him, modified him.  Plugged him in.

Turns out, he knew enough to supply electricity to half the country.

After all, knowledge is power!