A coiled vein that glows with captive fire, When current speaks, I answer in light. I trade my strength for heat at power’s wire, A thinning path where energy turns bright.

Go-Go is the shout that brings me to life, From a hat or a coat, I spring to life. I serve a detective with tools up his sleeve, Who uses tech you won't believe. I'm the family name and his claim to fame Without my malfunctions, he’d be quite tame.

I come greeting for afar with warm wishes. Places you have never seen on my print. What am I?

I have a whirling heart of steel, but I have no pulse. I have a lid to cover my contents, yet I have no eyes. I can turn the solid into a liquid with the push of a button, and I only scream when I am at work.

Baked by heat On burning sands In ancient land A mystery stands It stands alone To watch the sun And dream of all It's seen undone