The Borderlands of N56102 is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its public floggings, keen interest in outer space, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 5.985 billion N56102ians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 83.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient N56102ian economy, worth 856 trillion nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnns a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Woodchip Exports, Uranium Mining, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is frequent. Average income is an impressive 143,026 nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnns, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

Some voters are required to show a minimum of four forms of identification, millions of nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnns have been thrown into a project to find the cure for Mad Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Disease, many are asking why the latest naval vessel is named after Saint Bartholomeus the Many Handed, and the average commuter spends four hours a day driving to and from work. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. N56102's national animal is the nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

N56102 is ranked 18,804^th in the world and 1^st in pc4m84zutp for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 9,082.84 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.