The search results exploded instantly. A thousand websites offered the "Song of God" in neat, digital packages. He clicked the first link—a clean, typeset PDF with a golden cover. It downloaded in less than two seconds. 700 kilobytes. No priest, no temple, no ritual. Just a file.

Instead, he simply said, "From a very old friend."

He smiled. Krishna, he thought, would have appreciated the upgrade. After all, the divine doesn't care about the container. Only the content.

The panel exchanged a glance. One of them, a senior manager with gray hair, smiled. "That's a rare answer, Arjun. Where did you learn that?"