The Republic of 9006 is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Max berry with an iron fist, and renowned for its frequent executions, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 13.355 billion Maxians 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, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 71.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient 9006ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,896 trillion Rums a year, is mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Soda Sales, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 141,973 Rums, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Chest pains are considered part of the dining experience in 9006ian restaurants, the Department of Reduction of Bureaucratic Red Tape has set up a working committee to investigate its own excessive paperwork, aggravated apostrophe abusers are admonished and assaulted, and official government guidance encourages binge behaviors. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 9006's national animal is the Rum, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Flema.

9006 is ranked 47,911^th in the world and 68^th in The Wellspring for Lowest Crime Rates, with 73.99 law-abiding acts per hour.