The Republic of 900100 is a titanic, efficient nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, otherworldly petting zoo, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 12.728 billion 900100ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 69.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient 900100ian economy, worth a remarkable 3,185 trillion 9003s a year, is mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 250,236 9003s, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Uploading purple prose to social media earns a place on a government watchlist, sewing needles are topping lists of safe kids' toys, the fattest folk in 900100 look to be the happiest ones, and pretending to be prejudiced is a good way to get out of jury duty. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 900100's national animal is the 9003, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

900100 is ranked 14,627^th in the world and 14^th in The Wellspring for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 77,072.72 Standard Monetary Units.