The Illusion of Isokenzar is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Isocato with an iron fist, and notable for its smutty television, pith helmet sales, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, cynical population of 18.202 billion Isokenzarians 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 Education, Healthcare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Sector 47. The average income tax rate is 72.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Isokenzarian economy, worth a remarkable 2,578 trillion z-bits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 141,662 z-bits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Blue sky thinkers are reminded that the firmament is actually more of a grey-ish colour, what's in your genes matters more than what's in your jeans, TV coverage of music festivals consists mostly of backstage interviews, and kindergartners' favourite dance move is the stop-drop-and-roll. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Isokenzar's national animal is the stinking dwarf, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is the Ongoing Existential Crisis.

Isokenzar is ranked 4,347^th in the world and 108^th in the South Pacific for Most Developed, scoring 95.43 on the Human Development Index.