The Republic of Monomictic is a colossal, safe nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape. The quiet, industrious population of 3.063 billion Monomicticians 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 Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 19.7%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Monomictician economy, worth 134 trillion dollars a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Automobile Manufacturing, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 43,961 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

Kids refer to anything below the neck as "the parts that shall not be named", boys are shocked by the revolutionary lesson that women are actually human, people often feel unbalanced by their daily commute, and out-of-work actors say they can't complain. Crime, especially youth-related, is almost non-existent, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Monomictic's national animal is the shoop, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Monomictic is ranked 223,553^rd in the world and 3^rd in Fluorite for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 274.64 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.