The Federation of Trimetolan is a colossal, genial nation, ruled by Kenji Tuffler with a fair hand, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and frequent executions. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 8.587 billion Trimites are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Käpp Yək. The average income tax rate is 99.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Trimese economy, worth a remarkable 1,700 trillion Brytons a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 198,074 Brytons, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Every week is blindness awareness week, sections of the police receive paramilitary training, travelers often bring empty plastic bottles on Air Trimetolan flights to avoid the pay lavatories, and the reams of paperwork accompanying any electronic item are a recognised contributor to national deforestation. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Trimetolan's national animal is the Bombay cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Trimetolan is ranked 288,903^rd in the world and 828^th in NationStates for Most Primitive, scoring -588.08 on the Scary Big Number Scale.