The Vaio's screen flickered to life. The cursor sat in the center, calm as a still pond. I held my breath. I touched the pad.
That's the story of a driver. Not the one you see, but the one you feel . And when it's right, you don't think about it at all. You just write. alps electric touchpad driver
But drivers are the tragic poets of hardware. Without them, a touchpad is just a smooth, dead rectangle. With the wrong one, it's a tyrant. The Vaio's screen flickered to life