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An Overview Of Different Types Of Computer Mouse

A computer mouse seems very general in day-to-day tasks in this digital age. But this 60-year-old technology has made our job so much easier, that it looks almost irreplaceable with any other pointing device. Even, laptop users can relate that the performance of a mouse is something which is hard to obtain from the trackpad/touchpad.

But have you ever wondered how many types of mouse are there?

well, here is a list of different types of computer mouse.

Different Types of Computer Mouse

Based On The Connectivity:

In this category, there are 2 different types of moue available in the market, which are wired and wireless. But, the latter has further 2 types of mouse according to the different modes of communication.

Wired Mouse

This is the conventional type of mouse since its inception. Although the size and weight have been reduced significantly, the mode of communication is similar to what it used to be.

Wireless mouse (with USB adaptor)

The wireless mice are made for the purpose of easy portability and longer distance of operation. Unlike the wired mouse, which is prone to damage to the cables due to repetitive curls and twists, the wireless variant gives you freedom from the tangles of cable.

Bluetooth Mouse

A Bluetooth mouse is a wireless input device that connects to a computer or other compatible devices using Bluetooth technology. This eliminates the need for a physical cable or USB dongle, providing greater freedom of movement. The mouse communicates with the device through Bluetooth, allowing for a convenient and clutter-free user experience.

Based On The Sensors:

Sensors are the most vital part of the mouse, which records its whereabouts to communicate with the input source of the computer. A responsive sensor offers you a faster output as well as more controlled action during graphics designing and gaming.

According to the sensor types the mouse are categorized as Optical, trackball, and laser mouse. Here I have briefly explained about these 3 types of mouse.

Optical Mouse

As the name suggests, the optical mouse works on the principle of optics (i.e. lights). You may have noticed the glowing red lights at the bottom of the mouse. Which is the infrared light used to track the movement of the mouse. The light converges and acts as a point when you place the mouse on an opaque surface.

Trackball Mouse

The trackball mouse is often referred to as a Mechanical mouse. Unlike the light sensor, they use a trackball which rolls all around the surface to sense the movement and register the input.

Laser Mouse

Just like the optical mouse laser mouse works on the same principle of optics. But, unlike the optical mouse, a laser mouse doesn’t have any surface preference to work accurately.

Based On The Purpose:

Gaming Mouse

A Gaming mouse is made specifically for gaming purposes. Unlike a regular mouse, it features more buttons than just the left, right and scroll buttons. Many gaming mice also feature dedicated programmable buttons to customise them as a trigger for specific or series of actions during the game.

Magic Mouse

Apple has the trend to keep the user in their own ecosystem. The magic mouse is yet another part of this ecosystem which is made compatible with MacBooks and iMacs. These are rechargeable mice and come with a wireless connectivity feature. Unlike the regular mouse types, a magic mouse comprises unique gesture and multi-touch controls which are optimised specifically for Apple devices.

Foldable Mouse

The foldable mouse is the lightest portable mouse option, which is designed for easy transportation and convenience.

By incorporating a folding mechanism, a foldable mouse can be easily folded or unfolded, allowing users to quickly set up their input device whenever needed.

Stylus Mouse

Although they are nowhere closer to the build and functionality of a mouse, they make the task a whole lot easier for digital artists. Doing precise work in the graphics or drawing minor details is a cumbersome process to do with a mouse. So, a pointing device like the stylus pen is made specifically to solve this problem.

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lunarmoves · 1 month

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May I offer small what if scenario (because this au keeps me thinking about so many possibilities that could happen in this world and they are overflowing in my head gdjsvsb) ? It doesn't align exactly with the timeline so far, but it's more of a brief thought I had.

What if at one point when the uprising starts, y/n was still in the city when more serious fights start to break out but it's at a point where human protestors are still siding with robots to fight for their rights. So public fights are filled with chaos and it's hard to tell who's on who's side.

So what if y/n is trying to get out of the increasingly hostile environment, but to do so they have to cross the very real battlefield that has broken out on the streets. But when doing so they manage to spot a familiar figure among the chaos. They see Sun and, ignorant of what he's been doing since getting out, they try to reach him to maybe try and convince him to get out of there with them, concerned for his safety. Sure, he did seem to hate them to the point they felt compelled to leave, but this situation surely guarantees putting differences aside so they can get to safety together right? They have to admit to themselves they still care about him.

So they make their way to him, nearly losing him a bunch of times as they hide from and dodge all the struggles going around them, his brigthly colored rays the only beacon they have to get to him.

And then they manage to reach him. His back is turned to them and they're so close, but they're afraid yelling out his name will get them unwanted attention, so they instead try to get Sun's attention by grabbing his arm.

And then it happens so fast. Sun turns around like lightning at the touch and it's only because they flinch back that they are alive. They still are struck with something sharp (maybe on the arm that had reached for Sun, maybe their side. The dramatic part of me imagines it's their face that gets hit though) and they stumble back, falling to the ground, holding a bleeding wound and looking up in disbelief, finally taking in Sun's appearance as he stops and also notices who exactly it is he just slashed at.

nonnie i need you to know this ask has been plaguing me literally all day omg. of COURSE you can offer what if scenarios!!! i will say that anything i have written so far in the bleeding wires au timeline is not cemented in stone. anything can change depending on what i feel fits/matches well with the kind of story i want to tell! and above all else, we are exploring different ideas and scenarios together <3 picking robot superiority sun apart and discovering what makes him tick c:

(as per usual, cw for apocalypse elements, such as death/murder, violence, and blood)

so... i'm imagining in this scenario that you do not see sun on the tv news, therefore you have no idea he's alive. after all, you think he's dead--or the robot equivalent of dead anyways--based on what you've seen of the pizzaplex burning down.

the window for you managing to escape the city is getting smaller and smaller with every second that ticks by. you can hear the chaos from your apartment--the screams, the explosions, the car alarms and mechanical whirring of robotic parts. you peek beyond your curtains and are unable to make sense of what you're seeing. there are humans fighting humans. robots fighting robots. humans fighting robots. robots fighting humans. it is an utter mess and you just know that you need to get the hell out.

keep your head down and run, is what you tell yourself when you slip on your bag filled with all the supplies you can fit in it. most of the people in your building have either evacuated or barricaded themselves inside. you make your way down to the first floor and take a side exit.

everything is louder, with you in the open. there is smoke in the air--hazy and stifling--from electrical fires that have erupted on the streets. you creep down the alley you're in until you reach the front edge of the building so you can peer out at one of the roads.

the fighting is close. to your right, you can see the blank faces of service bots with jagged arms that they use to attack some humans using a garbage lid as a shield. past them, there are other humans trying to hot wire a car while another robot stands guard in front of them. to your left, there is nothing but carnage. your eyes glaze over the blood and oil splattered across the sidewalks, the bodies that you can see propped up against buildings. swallowing down the nausea, you decide to stick to the alleys--at least until you reach the main highway, which you know you can follow until you exit the city.

it's--hard. staying out of sight. there is a constant mechanical droning in your ears that keeps you on your toes, ever so wary that a robot's creeping up behind you. in the far distance, you think you hear rapid gunfire. sweat gleams across your forehead and runs down the sides of your face. the smallest of sounds makes you flinch and duck behind garbage cans or dumpsters. you do your best to stay away from the center of the city--where it is inevitably the most chaotic--but somehow you step out of an alley right into a catastrophic intersection not too far from the precise area you'd been trying to avoid. and the worst part? you have to cross it to get to the highway.

as you stand there, heart in your throat while your gaze flickers rapidly across the scene to pick out the safest escape route, you catch a glimpse of something bright far to your right. yellow and red. your eyes latch onto sharp rays and you swear, you swear even amidst all the gunfire and screams, you can hear the distant jingling of bells.

it's sun.

you are frozen in place, staring at him. your grip tightens on the straps of your bag. and you wonder if you are perhaps imagining things. if maybe you hit your head somewhere by accident, or if the smoke saturating the air has gotten to you. but no, you realize, the longer you stare at him. it's really him. you thought he had perished in the pizzaplex fire, nothing but a pile of melted scrap and wires.

you were wrong.

you don't know what to do, for a heart-stopping moment. your mind races as you plaster yourself in the shadow of a nearby store. you... never thought you would ever see him again. you are reminded of the way you had just... left. tired, as you were, of his passive aggression and underhanded comments. the way it seemed like you were never wanted, in the daycare. you're... not sure if you can even face him. not sure if you want to, for that matter.

(he had broken your heart, in a way, in that little daycare. never seemed to really like you, no matter how much you tried with him. tried to get him to understand what he was feeling, tried to be his friend. he never cared for you, even if you had cared for him)

but--as you take in all the destruction around you, the humans bleeding out on the street, the robots tearing themselves apart--you come to the realization that you can't just leave him here. it would mean inevitable death, for him. there is no mercy from any side in this chaotic revolution. maybe the two of you can escape together. maybe he can look past what you are to work with you. deep inside you know you don't want to see him get destroyed. the past year of your life grips tightly onto your shoulders, haunting you even now.

it's like all the sound around you has been reduced to an incessant hum. your sight closes in on sun, defending himself from some robots.

and then you step away from the shadows and into the chaos of a battlefield.

it is the hardest thing you've ever had to do. ducking behind cars and the broken bodies of robots. sliding past humans on the brink of death as they clutch at wounds that pool blood underneath them. dodging the errant swings of arms shaped like knives and axes. the stench--the stench is what gets to you, making your stomach churn. but you don't let it sway you.

all you see are those bright, bright rays.

closer and closer. closer and closer.

and then, you're stepping up behind him, voice caught in your throat as you lay a hand on his arm. your heart beats loudly within your ears.

it happens quickly, too quickly for you to process.

one second you're gripping his arm. and the next, you're automatically flinching back when he snaps himself around. there's an eruption of pain along your cheek, the sudden gush of something hot as you cry out and stumble back. your feet trip over themselves and you feel the rough impact of your tailbone against the concrete ground.

(the scar that will form from this injury is ugly and jagged without proper treatment. you never find peace in your reflection. you will have nightmares of this for months)

your hand clutches at your cheek, but you aren't focused on the pain right now. instead, you stare wide-eyed up at sun.

sun, who stands before you with his head blocking his namesake behind him, casting an odd halo of light around his faceplate. who stares down at you with wild optics and pinprick pupils atop a savage, cruel smile. whose hands and arms and pants are drenched in ruby red.

you stare and you stare. there is only you and him, in the middle of the end of society as you know it. you don't dare breathe.

and then his pupils dilate. he blinks down at you, and for a moment you think he looks taken aback. but you are in a state of shock, your eyes lingering on his sharp fingers. lethal.

("attack the ones in power first, then the weaker ones," sun tells you one quiet day in the daycare. you tilt your head at him in curiosity and he only grins at you, something sharp lining his mouth. "from then on, carnage.")

you should not be here.

your name slips from his mouth and it's like a straight injection of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you realize that you need to get out of there. it's not safe, he's not safe, you should have left.

he says your name again, one of his hands lifting as he takes a step closer to you. there is something in his expression you cannot place, something that is simultaneously soft and angry and longing. and that's all the sign you need.

(sun stands there, looking down at you as you clutch your cheek. and he wonders if he is imagining things. if he hit his head somewhere, or got his wires tangled in the elation of being free. he stares down at you, gaze flickering all over your face as he attempts to decipher what he is seeing in your expressions.

horror fright awe wonder awe awe awe.

he thought you were gone. that he would never see you again. but- you're here. before him after he has thought about you day after day after day. loathing you for leaving him in the daycare. longing to see you again. you left him, you left him in that place. he thought you were friends. you left him feeling like his insides were all scrambled as this want gnawed at his chassis

grab grab grab do not let go go go)

you bolt, scrambling back and up so you can run.

you don't dare look back. your breathing becomes ragged, your heart thunders in your chest. you don't stop, not even when your name gets screamed out behind you--loud enough, it feels, to disrupt the chaos around you.

"come back!" sun roars, but you are long, long gone. and you will be, for years to come.

#star gazing with shay #a nonny mouse #bleeding wires au #*you do not feel awe/wonder seeing him there. he is misreading that :)

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