The Republic of TEP55 is a massive, efficient nation, remarkable for its lack of airports, punitive income tax rates, and compulsory gun ownership. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 1.403 billion TEP55ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 69.9%.

The all-consuming TEP55ian economy, worth 131 trillion pounds a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 93,629 pounds, with the richest citizens earning 7.5 times as much as the poorest.

Getting an autograph has become harder than ever, there is a growing belief that consciousness is a simulated illusion within a computer-generated reality, throwing garbage out of your house's front window makes it legally someone else's problem, and kiwis with strange deformities like three eyes and tentacles have been seen prancing through the countryside where industrial waste is dumped. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. TEP55's national animal is the kiwi, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

TEP55 is ranked 303,355^th in the world and 616^th in Pablo for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 22.98 on the Bus Surprisal Index.