The People's Republic of Tria Ales is a massive, safe nation, notable for its public floggings, ubiquitous missile silos, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, hard-working, cynical population of 1.054 billion Tria Alesians 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 large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Healthcare, and Education. The average income tax rate is 44.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Tria Alesian economy, worth 63.9 trillion marks a year, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Automobile Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 60,639 marks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

The letters L, G, and B must never be grouped together, the general public only knows their favorite politician's first name, members of ethnic minorities are more often called "boy" or "girl" than by their actual names, and news headlines usually include p-values. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tria Ales's national animal is the falcon, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Tria Ales is ranked 71,208^th in the world and 2,017^th in The North Pacific for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 107.85 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.