The Existential Quandry of Weller Centennial is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by The Philosopher In Chief with an even hand, and notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, irreverence towards religion, and complete lack of public education. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 44.249 billion Weller Centenarians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, pro-business individuals juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Cork. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Weller Centennialian economy, worth an astonishing 15,557 trillion Doughnuts a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is an amazing 351,590 Doughnuts, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

Death is nobody's business, the government recently donated a surfboard to an impoverished family in a landlocked region, trolls insist that strings of racial slurs mean "good morning" in obscure languages, and scummy-looking teenagers outside government buildings sell bureaucrats spoofed ShortTok accounts. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Weller Centennial's national animal is the Giant Sloth, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Weller Centennial is ranked 332,036^th in the world and 4^th in Galts Gulch for Nicest Citizens, with 0.1 average smiles per day.