The Republic of Air Purifer is a massive, efficient nation, notable for its soft-spoken computers, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.002 billion Air Puriferians 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 large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 70.8%.

The all-consuming Air Puriferian economy, worth 107 trillion Dirts 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 Arms Manufacturing, Trout Farming, Information Technology, and Tourism. 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 an impressive 106,834 Dirts, with the richest citizens earning 8.1 times as much as the poorest.

A major religion has been named as Air Purifer's national religion, brave curators do battle with disorganised government libraries, the nation is relieved that all of the recent madness has finally come to an end, and the sick and dying are locked in their homes with a red "X" painted on the front door. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Air Purifer's national animal is the Dust Mite, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Air Purifer is ranked 206,630^th in the world and 272^nd in Nerdlandia for Largest Populations, with 1.00 billion capita.