Rolling Code Vs. Fixed Code RF Remote Control
Remotes control send signals in code. When the sending code is the same as the code which is expected by the receiver, the relay will switch and the door, barrier or car will open. Remote controls with a fixed code will always send out the same code. A rolling code (or hopping code) always send out a different code from the one previously sent. The code changes every time because of the algorithm which is part of the remote control.
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