The Republic of Hand Island is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, frequent executions, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.062 billion Hand Islandians 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, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 55.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Hand Islandian economy, worth 897 trillion Dollars 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 large, well-organized, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Information Technology, and Woodchip Exports. 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 127,049 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Even the nation's brussel sprouts are delicious and nutritious, belligerent citizens shoot at passing clouds for 'violating their airspace', strict term limits have been applied to all elected offices, and cassocked priests and choirboys believe that what happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Hand Island's national animal is the Shark, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Hand Island is ranked 38,658^th in the world and 243^rd in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 182.46 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.