The Republic of Curative Agent 146 is a massive, safe nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, fear of technology, and parental licensing program. The compassionate, hard-working population of 1.359 billion Curative Agent 146ians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 29.1%.

The very strong Curative Agent 146ian economy, worth 79.1 trillion Credits a year, is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Arms Manufacturing, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 58,186 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Seven-year-olds debate for weeks on the merits of the Oxford comma, oil rigs in winter are heated by contained oil slick fires, five-year-olds chanting "Little Miss Muffet" are accused of bullying arachnophobes, and nobody looks each other in the eye at neighborhood block parties any more. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Curative Agent 146's national animal is the Trout, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Curative Agent 146 is ranked 166,417^th in the world and 133^rd in Blue Chevron for Largest Governments, scoring 12.21 on the Bureaucratic Comprehensiveness Rating Scale Index.