The Republic of Mobilitus is a colossal, efficient nation, renowned for its flagrant waste-dumping, complete absence of social welfare, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 8.055 billion Mobilitusians 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, well-organized morass — is primarily concerned with Industry, with Public Transport also on the agenda, while Education and Welfare receive no funds. The average income tax rate is 98.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Mobilitusian economy, worth a remarkable 1,997 trillion currencies a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, highly specialized black market in Retail, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. State-owned companies are the norm. Average income is an amazing 247,921 currencies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The voyages of obsolete star-trekking satellites on deliberate escape orbits are only just beginning, a child's only Trickster Night scare is the sight of their parents dancing, activists are attempting to repeal Moore's Law, and drowning sailors are hung out to dry. Crime is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Mobilitus's national animal is the animal, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Mobilitus is ranked 3,864^th in the world and 8^th in Vickenian experiment containment zone for Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry, scoring 13,684.51 on the Tasmanian Pulp Environmental Export Index.