The Republic of SmitopBot56 is a gargantuan, cultured nation, remarkable for its museums and concert halls, feral children, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 10.328 billion SmitopBot56ians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 72.4%.

The frighteningly efficient SmitopBot56ian economy, worth a remarkable 2,513 trillion pounds a year, is quite specialized and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Retail, Uranium Mining, Gambling, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 243,399 pounds, with the richest citizens earning 5.7 times as much as the poorest.

Chewing tree bark proves to have limited value during childbirth, school guidance counselors recommend monastic vows as an alternative to higher education, the government is rumored to hire body doubles whose full-time jobs are to cry at public events, and practising saying 'how now brown cow' is an essential part of holiday planning. Crime is pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. SmitopBot56's national animal is the kiwi, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

SmitopBot56 is ranked 41,095^th in the world and 21^st in SmitopBots for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 730.6 on the Clooney Contribution Index.