The Illusion of Isokenzar is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Isocato with an even hand, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, soft-spoken computers, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate population of 13.122 billion Isokenzarians enjoy extensive civil rights and enjoy a level of social equality free from the usual accompanying government corruption.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Sector 47. The average income tax rate is 74.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Isokenzarian economy, worth a remarkable 1,878 trillion z-bits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 143,157 z-bits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Blue sky thinkers are reminded that the firmament is actually more of a grey-ish colour, what's in your genes matters more than what's in your jeans, TV coverage of music festivals consists mostly of backstage interviews, and kindergartners' favourite dance move is the stop-drop-and-roll. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Isokenzar's national animal is the stinking dwarf, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is the Ongoing Existential Crisis.

Isokenzar is ranked 288,274^th in the world and 5,388^th in the South Pacific for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring -20.2 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.