The Dictatorship of Autony is a very large, orderly nation, notable for its anti-smoking policies, soft-spoken computers, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 405 million Autonyians 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 71.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped Autonyian economy, worth 15.5 trillion Mers 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 slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Furniture Restoration. 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 38,373 Mers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

The proper etiquette for eating Autonyian cuisine is to snort it, Brancalandian Brie isn't available anywhere in Autony, women who leak pus from infected wounds are told to suck it up, and unwary hikers climbing the bluffs of Mount Autony City make great practice for foreign snipers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Autony's national animal is the Human, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Autony is ranked 295,122^nd in the world and 9^th in Indy for Most Rebellious Youth, scoring -16 on the Stark-Dean Displacement Index.