Void.
(Am I dead?)
(Partially. Your body is gone. Your soul remains.)
(And who are you?)
(God.)
(Are you omnipotent?)
(Yes.)
(Can you create a stone so heavy that you cannot lift it?)
(...)
(...)
(Wait. Stop. Not that. You have the opportunity... to move to another world.)
(Why? I'm already dead...)
(To start a new life. To live happily and create your own things, using your skills.)
(And what kind of world is it?)
(Of swords and magic. You can ask me for any ability.)
(Any?)
(Except — becoming a god.)
(...)
(Then I want to use the weapons from my world and summon any kind of military equipment.)
(...)
(What? How about a mighty sword or a staff?)
(No.)
(Fine... Then your ability will be — Democracy.)
(Drawbacks?)
(You can only use nuclear weapons as a deterrent.)
(Any other drawbacks?)
(Limited equipment. If, for example, a tank is destroyed — you cannot summon it again.)
(And how many do I have?)
(An infantry battalion, a tank battalion, a Marine Expeditionary Unit, a fleet including aviation and a carrier strike group — [God starts shuffling papers] — a nuclear warhead, and some other small things.)
(And will the equipment come with people immediately? What about fuel and ammunition?)
(The equipment is operated by people, but they cannot leave it. All supplies will be replenished once a week.)
(Sounds interesting. Can I check the operating costs of an aircraft carrier somewhere?)
(Zero knowledge? You'll have the aircraft carrier Gerald Ford.)
(And could you also upload a military reference manual into my head?)
(No. You'll get a paper manual. Any more questions?)
(Can you put me far away from the inhabitants of this world?)
(And one question... You've accepted your death quite calmly. What will you do in the new world?)
(Live happily, just like you said.)
(Then why do you need the equipment?)
(If you want peace, prepare for war. Haven't you heard?)
(...)
(Good luck.)