The Republic of Chip 33 is a very large, safe nation, renowned for its state-planned economy, irreverence towards religion, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 328 million Chip 33ians 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 large, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 53.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Chip 33ian economy, worth 3.45 trillion kronor a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Beef-Based Agriculture, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Retail, and Book Publishing. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 10,519 kronor, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Serial commas clarify the relationship between one's lackeys, the taxpayers, and kinsfolk, trails to natural wonders are littered with trash from reality film crews, students cut up leftover kronor during Arts and Crafts, and Maxtopian tourists make expensive pilgrimages to Chip 33 City to enjoy their national art. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Chip 33's national animal is the beaver, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Chip 33 is ranked 314,403^rd in the world and 14,574^th in Lazarus for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring -63.25 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.