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.
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.