The Republic of Funk Fiction is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its enslaved workforce, avant-garde cinema, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed population of 6.358 billion Funk Fictionians 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, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Administration, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 56.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Funk Fictionian economy, worth 754 trillion dollars a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Uranium Mining, and Information Technology. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 118,670 dollars, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 394,977 per year while the poor average 26,567, a ratio of 14.9 to 1.

4-year-olds are often found reminiscing about the 'good old days', an extra hand on the leg will give a horse-and-a-half of lead in a hundred jiffies on seven furlongs, the nation has a strict 'no marauding undead' law (Funk Fiction has found 1 easter egg), and whipping posts and lashes have been transferred to the Historical Museum of Funk Fictionian Embarrassments. Crime is totally unknown. Funk Fiction's national animal is the tiger, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Funk Fiction is ranked 73,111^th in the world and 359^th in Stereo Hearts for Lowest Crime Rates, with 69.6 law-abiding acts per hour.