The City-State of Veneke is a titanic, safe nation, ruled by Doge Marcus Harken with an even hand, and remarkable for its smutty television, restrictive gun laws, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate population of 14.887 billion Venekeans 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 large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rodeca. The average income tax rate is 91.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Venekean economy, worth a remarkable 2,058 trillion Missive Credits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 138,282 Missive Credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

A new "thought police" branch is being developed, there's an aura of pseudoscience around academia, cops in Rodeca spend much of their time napping on a park bench next to Embassy Row, and intellectual snobbery has the cognoscenti sneering at anyone who doesn't have an opinion on the semiological drift of Umberto Eco's works. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Veneke's national animal is the Hinterlands Fox, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Religionism.

Veneke is ranked 170,269^th in the world and 1^st in Idealist States for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 1,578.75 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.