The Republic of Urial59 is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, pith helmet sales, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.296 billion Urial59ians 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, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 78.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Urial59ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,794 trillion kronor a year, is fairly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Furniture Restoration, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 246,008 kronor, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Internet searches for the inventor of the three-wheeled steam-powered Urial59ian weed picker are way up, the bonfire of the old paper records can be seen for miles around Urial59 City, Leader's exquisite office door is replaced monthly due to angry petitioners, and colonists who were promised new lands find only war-torn devastation. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Urial59's national animal is the cow, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Urial59 is ranked 8,210^th in the world and 444^th in Balder for Lowest Crime Rates, with 104.96 law-abiding acts per hour.