The United States of Printer912 is a colossal, safe nation, notable for its closed borders, pith helmet sales, and parental licensing program. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 5.414 billion Printer912ians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 89.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Printer912ian economy, worth 725 trillion cards a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Retail, Uranium Mining, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 134,057 cards, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 399,190 per year while the poor average 35,274, a ratio of 11.3 to 1.

Literature classes frequently go on field trips to rock concerts, you can be fired for dyeing grey hairs, Printer912ian companies generally just fire employees in lieu of giving them vacation, and government ministers are regularly seen in the streets confessing their sins and hammering missiles into plow-shares. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer912's national animal is the legendary, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Printer912 is ranked 97,549^th in the world and 1,967^th in Two for Largest Populations, with 5.41 billion capita.