Spring thaw awakened Riverbend with the hiss of melting snow against hot chimneys. Within the newly completed Marble Rotunda—a circular building flanked by glass atriums—Sharath inaugurated the Royal Bureau of Invention and Practice (RBIP). Its charter: transform bright ideas into tested tools without drowning inventors in chaos.
The bureau's inner ring housed the Idea Registry. Any citizen, regardless of status, could deposit sketches, seeds of poems, medicinal herbs—whatever they deemed clever. A glass tube swallowed each submission and whisked it along pneumatic pipes to clerks who logged, stamped, and, crucially, mailed a copy back to the inventor, ensuring credit and discouraging theft.
Past the registry lay the Prototype Workshops—twelve bays equipped with lathes, rune-etchers, chemistry benches, and sterile rooms for biological trials. Teams blended guild artisans with university researchers. When Miller-boy Kavir presented a grain-sorting shaker using oscillating cams, machinists refined gear tolerances while agronomists measured seed breakage. After three weeks, the design moved to the Field Test Division.
Here, farmer cooperatives under real-world conditions pushed devices to failure. Observers logged temperature, wear, and user grumbles. Only after passing trials did an invention travel by conveyor to the Scale Hall where accountants, logisticians, and governance clerks plotted supply chains, safety codes, and training manuals.
The final archway opened onto a public gallery. Citizens wandered exhibits, voting by marble-drop on which proven tools deserved scarce copper and labour. Thus, everyday people set development priorities—direct democracy shaped by expert vetting.
Within months the system bore fruit: low-smoke hearths for mountain huts, hybrid flax-cotton looms increasing village cloth output by forty percent, and glass-lined fermenters that halved beer spoilage. Crucially, failures were archived with transparent notes, preventing repeat waste.
One evening Elina found Sharath in the Scale Hall staring at an unused bay. "Reserved," he whispered, "for ideas from beyond our borders." The Innovation System, he believed, must one day integrate aerial and subterranean wisdoms too.