The Republic of Alick is a colossal, cultured nation, renowned for its smutty television, soft-spoken computers, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 8.99 billion Alickians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 76.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Alickian economy, worth a remarkable 1,484 trillion 9003s 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 large, well-organized, fairly diversified black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, 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 165,118 9003s, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.2 times as much as the poorest.

Only AIs know why the nation is rapidly increasing its semiconductor stockpile, public footpaths are being slowly eroded by the burgeoning number of ramblers, the elderly are killed softly with a song, and it is illegal to make racist remarks in public. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Alick's national animal is the 9003, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Alick is ranked 97,813^th in the world and 1^st in accident for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 2,452.13 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.