The People's republic of Ajabaires is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by no leader with an iron fist, and renowned for its prohibition of alcohol, smutty television, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 2.704 billion noes are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of no capital. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 31.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Ajabairesian economy, worth 303 trillion noes 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Retail, Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. 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 an impressive 112,347 noes, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 452,775 per year while the poor average 18,631, a ratio of 24.3 to 1.

A large concrete wall is being built around the country's borders, the police ransack more houses than criminals do, popular sunny beaches always have a cloudy outlook, and victims of crime are viewed as less trustworthy than politicians. Crime is all-pervasive. Ajabaires's national animal is the no, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is no.

Ajabaires is ranked 205,917^th in the world and 58^th in Cordone for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 645.66 on the Societal Mobility Rating.