The RGB flashed green once. Then the software menu appeared, perfectly functional, with all remapping options ready.
Mark looked at the time: 6:47 PM. He yanked the mouse, unplugged it, and ran out the door.
That night, after Elena hugged him (confused but happy), he plugged the mouse back into her PC. The software popped up one last message:
Elena — no, Mark — swore under his breath. He’d only wanted to test the mouse before giving it back. The software was… alive? He typed: How do you know that?
The page looked… different. No downloads. Just a single chat window:
He typed: Okay. Can you still help me remap the buttons?
She froze. "What?"
Mark sat back. The RGB on the mouse flickered — not randomly, but in a slow pulse, almost like a heartbeat.