The evening sun cast a soft orange glow over the high walls of CosVerse Labs. Inside the central conference room, Dilli sat with his father and great grandfather — three generations of visionaries separated by age, but united by purpose.
Stacks of reports lay open on the table: visitor logs, press requests, and surveillance summaries. Outside the walls, hundreds of people had begun to gather each day, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the colossal factory.
Dilli's father rubbed his temples. "Every day, the number is growing. Villagers, journalists, even politicians are showing up. Some are pretending to be contractors, others claim they just want to see what's being built. It's getting harder to control."
His great grandfather, ever the calm elder, leaned back in his chair. "Curiosity is natural, Prasadu. When something this big rises out of nowhere, people will talk. But the boy's right — secrecy draws more attention than openness."
Dilli, who had been quietly studying the latest security footage, looked up. His tone was measured but decisive. "We can't stop people from wondering, but we can control what they see."
Both men looked at him, waiting.
He stood and walked to the digital map of the compound, tapping sections as he spoke. "Let's organize a factory tour — just for one week. We'll open the smartphone and smartwatch R&D zones to the public. Let them see the assembly lines, the testing units, the labs — everything that looks real but reveals nothing sensitive."
His father frowned. "And what about the classified sections? The supercomputer? The robotics division?"
Dilli smiled slightly. "Already planned. We'll move all robotic units and high-level research modules into my private R&D complex — the one adjoining our farmhouse. We'll seal off the entire CosVerse core and restrict access. What remains inside the main complex will be a façade — impressive, but harmless."
His great grandfather chuckled softly. "So you'll let them see the show, but not the soul."
"Exactly," Dilli said. "We'll feed their curiosity until it's satisfied. No one will suspect what's hidden beyond those walls."
The plan went into motion overnight.
Dozens of heavy carriers began shifting equipment under floodlights — humanoid robots, robotic arms, and AI interface terminals — all quietly moved into the private R&D sector near the farmhouse. Workers were told it was "recalibration work," but only Dilli, his father, and great grandfather knew the truth: the real innovation now lay buried under layers of reinforced concrete and encryption.
Meanwhile, the CosVerse public zones were meticulously prepared for the exhibition. Clean floors, guided pathways, glass enclosures, demonstration models — every detail was crafted with precision. Betal assisted behind the scenes, managing energy grids, lighting, and safety systems.
"Master," Betal's voice echoed softly through the control terminal, "would you like me to regulate visitor access using biometric scanners and facial mapping? It will help maintain order."
"Yes," Dilli replied. "No one unregistered enters. Every face must be logged, every visitor timed."
Within three days, posters appeared across nearby districts:
"COSVERSE OPEN WEEK – Experience the Future of Indian Technology"
Guided tours: 9 AM – 5 PM | Duration: One Week Only
Entry by registration only | Safety protocols in effect
The announcement spread like wildfire.
On the first morning, long queues formed outside the towering gates. Children sat on their fathers' shoulders, waving homemade signs; students carried notebooks, hoping to glimpse "the village factory of the future."
Inside, Dilli watched the monitors quietly as the first visitors walked through. His father, now dressed in a sharp grey uniform with the CosRise Infra insignia, led the inaugural tour.
"Welcome to CosVerse Labs," he announced proudly. "Here, we research and develop mobile and wearable technologies designed right here in our homeland."
Visitors gasped at the vast assembly lines — robotic arms lifting micro-components, technicians in clean suits moving with mechanical precision, prototype phones displayed behind crystal glass.
Every camera flash, every awe-struck whisper, was exactly as Dilli intended.
Hidden behind the farmhouse walls, far from the public eye, Betal continued to operate in full capacity — overseeing the supercomputer cluster, robotics lab, and the encrypted AI systems that powered everything.
That night, after the first day of the exhibition, Dilli, his father, and great grandfather sat under the open sky beside the farmhouse.
Dilli's father exhaled deeply. "It worked. People are mesmerized. The MLA even praised us publicly — said this project will bring pride to the state."
His great grandfather nodded, smiling at his young genius. "You've turned suspicion into admiration, Dilli."
The boy's eyes reflected the starlight. "It's only a pause, Tathayya. A necessary illusion before the next leap. Let them believe they've seen everything. The real revolution is still hidden beneath their feet."
The old man's smile deepened. "And when the time comes?"
Dilli looked toward the glowing factory in the distance, where lights flickered like fireflies in steel.
"When the time comes," he said quietly, "the world will see what was truly being built here."
The hum of the machines carried into the night — steady, powerful, unstoppable.
The exhibition had begun.
The illusion had been perfected.
And beyond the public eye, the real heart of CosVerse pulsed stronger than ever.