The Republic of 900101 is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its parental licensing program, keen interest in outer space, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 12.73 billion 900101ians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 78.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient 900101ian economy, worth a remarkable 3,218 trillion 9003s a year, is fairly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 252,807 9003s, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Tourists buying prepaid smartphones are arrested for smuggling, skateboarding is punishable by heavy fines, human sacrifice to the metaphorical altar of Mammon ensures national prosperity, and people who get diabetes can sue donut manufacturers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 900101's national animal is the 9003, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

900101 is ranked 5,082^nd in the world and 7^th in The Wellspring for Largest Black Market, with 1,729 trillion Standard Monetary Units.