The Republic of 9005 is a titanic, orderly nation, ruled by Maximilius with an iron fist, and renowned for its otherworldly petting zoo, rampant corporate plagiarism, and zero percent divorce rate. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 16.993 billion 9005ians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Utomom. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient 9005ian economy, worth a remarkable 3,376 trillion Gold Bars a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is an impressive 198,671 Gold Bars, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,835,455 per year while the poor average 2,113, a ratio of 868 to 1.

Crime is on the rise as DNA sampling has been all but outlawed, some say Maximilius has gone MAD after authorizing the development of apocalyptic biological weapons, children's books regularly feature formerly distressed damsels suing their princes, and glassy-eyed 9005ian wives lifelessly chant "I love you" on command. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. 9005's national animal is the Cash Cow, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Holy Cowism.

9005 is ranked 87,441^st in the world and 53^rd in The Wellspring for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring 2,114 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.