The Republic of Curative Agent 11 is a massive, genial nation, remarkable for its compulsory military service, smutty television, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 1.139 billion Curative Agent 11ians 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, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 39.5%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Curative Agent 11ian economy, worth 49.4 trillion Credits 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 black market in Arms Manufacturing, Book Publishing, Retail, and Uranium Mining. 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 43,390 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

Students who refuse to pray are expelled from school, frustrated women are overjoyed at the provision of communal washing machines, the government has declined to declare any particular religion as its 'official' one, and Leader has just been declared ruler of Curative Agent 11 in an international press conference. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Curative Agent 11's national animal is the Trout.

Curative Agent 11 is ranked 70,461^st in the world and 131^st in Blue Chevron for Most Primitive, scoring 41.04 on the Scary Big Number Scale.