The Machine of Pookyvania is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Machine with a fair hand, and notable for its museums and concert halls, rampant corporate plagiarism, and enforced nudity. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 17.087 billion Machines hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, corrupt, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Machine. The average income tax rate is 92.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Mechanical economy, worth a remarkable 5,128 trillion machines a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Information Technology, Book Publishing, Soda Sales, and Retail. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 300,119 machines, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The new Machine Supremacy Party is faring well in the polls, law schools are hurrying to teach the "prank defense" to their students, diplomats are always trying to convince other nations to adopt l33t speak, and fixing attendance at women's matches is a matter of "when they go low, we go high... funding". Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Pookyvania's national animal is the machine, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Machine.

Pookyvania is ranked 4,074^th in the world and 16^th in Yggdrasil for Highest Food Quality, scoring 221.78 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.