The Dominion of Trouble Nation is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Recidivist with an even hand, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, barren, inhospitable landscape, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 39.886 billion Trouble Nationians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The minute, corrupt government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Crematoria. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Trouble Nationian economy, worth an astonishing 19,500 trillion Credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 488,906 Credits, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,383,969 per year while the poor average 138,104, a ratio of 10.0 to 1.

Politicians ponder for at least a minute when asked if they would like sugar in their tea, you have to be a billionaire to qualify for welfare, Trouble Nationians suffer not the eggplant emoji to live, and wealthy parents-to-be can select their perfect baby. Crime is totally unknown. Trouble Nation's national animal is the Hellhound, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Trouble Nation is ranked 228^th in the world and 4^th in The North Pacific for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 26,699.03 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.