The true legend of quad mastery foretells the coming of a hacker capable of using four keyboards simultaneously. One for each hand, one for each feet. Such a superhuman being could theoretically hack anything, even the NSA. They would not be able to turn off the monitors of the computers fast enough to stop him.
The network fears him. He walks unmolested through the cyberspace despite not having put up any firewalls. His logs are clean for not one dares make a move against him. Chinese bots send themselves signal nine when they spot him, thereby escaping a fate worse than deletion.
Every moon and well into the depths of the night, for it is the only time he may work undisturbed, he takes a few of his numerous magic silicon runes and imbues them with purpose using a magic keyboard enchantment. It is not long before the results are observed. Yes, he purposefully overdrives his uncooled chips to red hot temperatures until they melt away, the nanometer inscribings sublimating into magic smoke.
He breathes the magic smoke. Lesser beings recoil at the sight and yet the quad master is unfazed. His eyes shine terminal green once the ritual is complete, scanlines visible in his pupils, his source sorcery enhanced. Merged with the essence of silicon, he becomes more machine than man, a human compiler, able to squeeze out C performance out of the most dynamic of languages.
