in soft moonlight, the strange curtain of clouds that part, the invisible pathways transcend the human senses, the cosmic maps embedded in places no science can reach the four magickians invoke dangerous energies. it is a still night, no sound except natures own. these are not sane men, they are not rational minds, they have crossed the threshold of containment. they have no knowledge of one another, but full knowledge. 
summoned by the universe itself these individuals are neither bound by sex or religion, politic or law. they are magickians. they have no fixed identity, only purpose.
the ritual is without much cosmetics, for in quantum magick there is no intention other than the spell. all possibilities are equal, one is invoked into being. 
four dimensional physics is the rule of this universe. pale moonlight informs us nature is abundant, it creeps in and surrounds us, it moves through us all, it envelops us and it turns us on. the energetic channels available are more powerful than the splicing atomic structural weaponry. this is a magick of creation. 
four hackers of the cosmos, insert codes in symbolic form into the mainframe. the program is corrupted and requires healing. the cultural subterranean pathways end at a cul de sac but the magickal ones cross all dimensions and are infinite.
the source code is altered, in an invisible war known to few. the magick is strong, it defeats corruption in the rotting systems, it is neither right nor wrong, it only is a technological thinking tool, a mechanism that projects intention and tweaks the outcomes. quantum magick is microscopic when observed and macroscopic when cast.
doubters ask, is it real.
believers say, it don't matter.