The Republic of Curative Agent 132 is a massive, safe nation, notable for its rum-swilling pirates, public floggings, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed population of 1.372 billion Curative Agent 132ians 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 medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Education. The average income tax rate is 31.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Curative Agent 132ian economy, worth 55.7 trillion Credits a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Basket Weaving, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 40,631 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

People who get diabetes can sue donut manufacturers, couples kissing on the street are detained for 'unlawful exchange of genetic material', immigrants who don't like the taste of Curative Agent 132ian Turnip Chips are immediately deported, and elections have become procedural nightmares due to voters persistently rejecting candidates. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Curative Agent 132's national animal is the Trout, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Curative Agent 132 is ranked 231,754^th in the world and 379^th in Blue Chevron for Most Conservative, scoring 45.09 on the Bush-Santorum Dawning Terror Index.