The Free Land of Privatore is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Capitan Privatore with an even hand, and notable for its digital currency, national health service, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, democratic, humorless population of 17.506 billion Privatoreans 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 relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Privatore City. The average income tax rate is 12.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Privatorean economy, worth a remarkable 7,915 trillion Privs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 452,144 Privs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

Privatorean tourists are banned from many nations due to their tendency to randomly explode, the phrase 'spreading like wildfire' is no longer in the public lexicon, it turns out that your missing Roomba has run off to join the circus, and a death threat has replaced 'hello' as an official greeting in the nation. Crime is totally unknown. Privatore's national animal is the Weasel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Privatore is ranked 235^th in the world and 10^th in the South Pacific for Smartest Citizens, with 349.16 quips per hour.