The Republic of 900115 is a colossal, cultured nation, remarkable for its parental licensing program, ritual sacrifices, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.604 billion 900115ians 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 Defense, Administration, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 53.2%.

The frighteningly efficient 900115ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,383 trillion 9003s a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 181,889 9003s, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 762,112 per year while the poor average 28,253, a ratio of 27.0 to 1.

Washing-up liquid looks and smells like baby poo, a good deed is rewarded with a thank you note attached to a deportation order, tourists flock to see the giant stone carvings of historical leaders at Mount Rushless, and passwords to nuclear codes must now contain upper and lower case characters. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. 900115's national animal is the 9003, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

900115 is ranked 284,451^st in the world and 81^st in Big Farma for Safest, scoring 5.61 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.