The Republic of Capave is a mammoth, safe nation, notable for its public floggings, pith helmet sales, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 9.301 billion citizens, 8.85 billion of whom are zombies, 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 government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 74.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Capavean economy, worth a remarkable 2,132 trillion monies a year, is dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 151,494 monies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Doughnut-makers claim their products are healthy because they are fortified with vitamins, industry tycoons rarely hide their misdeeds due to the government's habit of bailing them out, teenagers performing appendectomies on their friends has become a popular schoolyard prank, and schoolkids are often mistaken for fast food workers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Capave's national animal is the bird, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Capave is ranked 287,980^th in the world and 3,501^st in The East Pacific for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring -7.75 on the Clooney Contribution Index.