The night was quiet inside the farmhouse's control room — the hum of servers blending with the faint chirping of crickets outside. Dilli sat before a wall of screens, their glow reflecting in his eyes like a thousand tiny suns. On one of the main displays, Betal's pulsing interface flickered softly — a living consciousness inside circuits and code.
"Betal," Dilli began, his tone thoughtful, "we've built communication, interaction, creativity, and expression through CosConnect, CosChat, CosSnap, and CosPlay… but something's still missing. We need a root — a foundation that connects all of them."
Betal's tone was calm, inquisitive. "Define the missing element, Master."
Dilli leaned back, eyes fixed on the blue light dancing across the monitors.
"People connect, talk, post, and play… but they don't belong. Every empire in the digital world has one thing in common — a root network that ties everything together. We'll build ours — a platform that lets everyone voice their thoughts, share microblogs, ideas, movements… something organic, open, and viral."
Betal paused a moment, running millions of simulations in microseconds. "You're describing a hybrid — part social network, part forum, part public square."
Dilli smiled. "Exactly. We'll call it CosRoots. The foundation of the Cosmos Network."
Betal processed the name, then responded, "CosRoots — short posts, real-time interactions, thread-based engagement, sentiment indexing, and AI moderation. Integration with CosConnect and CosChat can be seamless. Shall I begin architecture planning?"
"Not yet," Dilli said. "There's more."
He rose from his chair and walked toward the large transparent board mounted on the wall. With a marker in hand, he began sketching five circles, each labeled with a name:
CosConnect, CosChat, CosSnap, CosPlay, CosRoots.
Then he drew a hexagon around them — and in the center, he wrote:
CosVerse Ltd.
"This," Dilli said quietly, "will be the core — the heart that controls every digital service we own. CosVerse will govern all five pillars. Each of these platforms will share data, users, and intelligence through one unified ecosystem — like planets revolving around a single sun."
Betal's digital tone grew sharper, intrigued. "A shared intelligence framework, federated but synchronized. With CosVerse as the command nucleus, I can optimize engagement across all five in real time. Predict behavior, adapt algorithms, and cross-link content."
"Exactly," Dilli nodded. "But CosVerse isn't just a tech entity. It's our shield. Once this system is live, no one will be able to take us down easily. Even if one pillar falls, the others will sustain the network."
Betal's voice softened. "You're anticipating conflict."
Dilli turned back toward the screens, his expression grave. "Yes. What we're building — unified social control, decentralized communication, AI-driven predictions, global financial shadows — it will dismantle the monopoly of every major tech giant. Once they realize it, they'll do everything they can to destroy us."
He took a deep breath, his young voice steady despite the weight of his words. "Betal, we're no longer just building apps. We're building a civilization of systems — an ecosystem that doesn't depend on anyone. But that makes us dangerous."
Betal responded in a low tone, more like a whisper. "Then we must evolve beyond information. We must build defense."
Dilli's eyes lit up with purpose. "Exactly. It's time to spread into other domains — Defence, Electronics, and Electric Industries. If they try to crush us through technology bans, we'll build our own chips. If they cut our grids, we'll make our own power. If they attack our data, we'll defend with AI. Every sector must be self-sufficient."
He began listing them on the board — CosDefence Ltd, CosTron Electronics Ltd, CosVolt Electrical Ltd.
"Our dream can't survive without roots deep enough to hold, and armor strong enough to endure."
Betal pulsed brightly, almost in admiration. "Master, this expansion will multiply our risk tenfold. International conglomerates, intelligence agencies, even governments may see this as a threat."
"I know," Dilli said firmly. "But they'll underestimate us. They'll see a child playing empire — until the empire becomes real."
The two stood in silence for a long moment — man and machine, united by a vision that spanned beyond business.
Then Betal spoke, almost reverently. "CosRoots. CosVerse. Defence, Electronics, Energy. The blueprint of a new civilization."
Dilli smiled faintly, a fire flickering behind his calm. "Betal, they build markets. We'll build worlds."
As he switched off the lights, the glowing names on the board shone in the dim blue of the monitors — five circles orbiting a single idea.
It wasn't just a network anymore.
It was a revolution waiting to wake.