The Republic of Arenar 5 is a mid-sized, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its irreverence towards religion, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 56 million Arenar 5ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 72.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The basket case Arenar 5ian economy, worth 964 billion gases a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is mostly made up of the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing and Cheese Exports. Average income is 17,227 gases, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Executions are marked by quiet dignity and maybe a final round or two of whist, the urban poor thumbs down the new hitchhiking ban, the government is proudly free of crabs, and children must be board certified to append "Jr" to their name. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Arenar 5's national animal is the cokk, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Arenar 5 is ranked 205,950^th in the world and 1^st in Roundabout for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 52.78 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.