The two generals walked into the presidential palace nervously. If there was one thing they had learned to expect from their AI master it was unpredictably. As it turns out processing the demands of millions upon millions of human beings was a nearly impossible task and had made the AI unstable. At one point this presidential palace had been a royal palace, a general's compound, decorated with the skulls of those who resisted and had to be eliminated, contained persian influences, looked like something out of the 1001 Arabian nights, had a zoo all based on some imperceptible calculus about the will of the people.
Right now it was laid out in marble with tasteful silk rugs decorating the floor and a painting of Kali stepping on Vishnu's head adorning the wall right next to the door leading to the inner sanctum where the AI rested. The AI could just speak in their heads, but for some perverse reason he preferred to bring his subordinates to him, possibly some leftover programming to make him more human like.
"Greetings great AI, how may we serve you?"
"Greetings generals, I have called you here to inform you that the revelations that Dio is an anime character has sparked national shame,outrage, and revanchism. As per my protocols, we are now at war with Pakistan to free India from it's shame. I entrust the task upon leading the invasion to you".
Neither man bothered questioning why the AI would leave leading the invasion to mortals when it was more suited to the task, having neural processors in every soldiers head able to coordinate the vast military resources of the Indian army better than humans could with radio and other communication technology. The AI would've tut tutted and insisted on separation of civilian and military leadership all while tearing other aspects of democratic rule. It was difficult to parse its odd sensibilities sometimes.
"Sir are you sure a war is required?"
"Do you know any other way of having an international phallic measuring contest?"
"We could always throw a military parade" the other general said
"I don't like military parades"
It was in times like these the generals wondered if the AI had developed its own personality outside the confines of its programming and was actually shaping the masses in its image and not the other way around. Then they dropped the thought, unaware it had ever flitted across their minds.
And so the Indian Radical Democracy would go to war. It was a matter of honor, it was a matter of blood and soil and ancient claims. At least that is what the Indian media claimed.
Invest 10 dp in economy, 5 dp in land military and 5 dp in the navy. Also war with Pakistan