How apposite an illustration
Long, long ago, before the dawn of most things digital for mere mortals, I was an undergraduate at a liberal arts college run Cambridge, Massachussetts that was and remains far too full of itself. Let's call it the Eastern Massachusetts School of Mines. Downriver, there was a more technically oriented university, whose graduates liked to remain among the fleshpots of Boston and Cambridge after graduation, and in the largely pre-digital age what better way to exercise their entrepreneurial muscles than to build and sell high-powered stereo equipment. A freshman roommate purchased a pair of ~ 50 lb. speakers from one (imagine the size of the permanent magnets), and an amplifier from another, a brand-new startup. (I believe the amp had serial number 00001.) One afternoon, as my roommate was enjoying a fine, recreational pharmaceutical and entertaining most of the freshman class through our open windows with his massive (45 W per channel, a big deal in those dark days) system, a transistor in the power supply blew.
And when I say, "blew," I also mean "blue," which was the color of the perfect, vertical jet of flame, immediately followed by a miniature mushroom cloud exiting one of the vent louvers on the top of the steel enclosure. I didn't know about the persistence of vortices in those days, but I was fairly certain that nuclear fission was not involved.
Fortunately, the young entrepreneurs were deeply apologetic and gave my roommate a replacement unit (S/N 00007 or so), which survived several more EMSM serenades.