The Republic of Curative Agent 52 is a massive, cultured nation, notable for its free-roaming dinosaurs, parental licensing program, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 1.369 billion Curative Agent 52ians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 33.9%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Curative Agent 52ian economy, worth 62.5 trillion Credits a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Trout Farming, Uranium Mining, and Basket Weaving. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 45,636 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Old folks reminisce about the last time someone was acquitted of a crime, the nation has nearly as many history museums as Curative Agent 52ians, charged suspects often have to wait years before the courts have room to judge their trial, and high school bands practice by moonlight. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Curative Agent 52's national animal is the Trout, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Curative Agent 52 is ranked 155,269^th in the world and 216^th in Blue Chevron for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 799.44 on the Societal Mobility Rating.