The Republic of Curative Agent 122 is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its free-roaming dinosaurs, otherworldly petting zoo, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 1.374 billion Curative Agent 122ians 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 medium-sized, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 33.5%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Curative Agent 122ian economy, worth 62.5 trillion Credits a year, is quite specialized and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 45,457 Credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The army lures cannon fodder with promises of a college education, girls in elementary school classes gaze longingly at boys playing tag, tourists are denied entry because of a distant relative married to a Lilliputian, and for just a few extra Credits Curative Agent 122ians can get new driving records with their new cars. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Curative Agent 122's national animal is the Trout, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Curative Agent 122 is ranked 55,758^th in the world and 44^th in Blue Chevron for Most Conservative, scoring 75.64 on the Bush-Santorum Dawning Terror Index.