That evening, Elias drove to his father’s house. Arthur sat before the new PC, the 27-inch screen displaying a serene landscape of a lake at sunset. He wasn't tapping it. He was just staring.

“Tapping feels like poking a sleeping dog,” Arthur grumbled. “I want to click .”

Elias hadn’t thought about the mouse in years. It was a relic, like a rotary phone or a paper map. His workflow was pure Windows 11: gestures on the precision trackpad, voice commands to Copilot, and the occasional tap of a shortcut key. The sleek, gray laptop on his desk needed no peripheral.