The United States of Printer952 is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its public floggings, compulsory vegetarianism, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, humorless, devout population of 5.367 billion Printer952ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 86.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Printer952ian economy, worth 749 trillion cards a year, is quite specialized and led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Retail, Uranium Mining, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 139,672 cards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Takeaway food bought on the weekend now comes with fifty percent more sweat and tears, autarky's deemed malarkey as foreign bric-a-brac's brought back, children dream of becoming physicians and physicists, and works of historical fiction contain a surprising lack of historical figures. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer952's national animal is the legendary, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Printer952 is ranked 260,865^th in the world and 2,294^th in Two for Safest, scoring 12.35 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.