The Republic of 58 Uma is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its ritual sacrifices, lack of airports, and parental licensing program. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 1.646 billion 58 Umen are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The large, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 68.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming 58 Uman economy, worth 149 trillion monies a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Basket Weaving, and Woodchip Exports. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 90,299 monies, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

The big red machine has ground to a halt, 58 Uma's citizens often wander into each other's homes, morale within the seismologist community has hit rock bottom, and fans doing the wave routinely disrupt the finals of Go tournaments. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 58 Uma's national animal is the card, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

58 Uma is ranked 72,045^th in the world and 312^th in Izern for Most Developed, scoring 70.12 on the Human Development Index.