The Corgi Empire of Nekinn is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Connor McMorgi with an even hand, and remarkable for its parental licensing program, compulsory military service, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, democratic, humorless population of 12.67 billion Nekinnians are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Nekinnia. The average income tax rate is 90.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Nekinnian economy, worth a remarkable 1,414 trillion Milk Bones a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an impressive 111,652 Milk Bones, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Half-submerged and flooded seaside hotels are technically still next to the beach, all the world's a stage for Nekinnian political theatrics, "Connor McMorgi got your tongue?" has become a popular idiom, and the regional delicacy of chocolate bombes is deadlier than an unexploded bomb. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Nekinn's national animal is the squirrel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Tuesdayism.

Nekinn is ranked 21,725^th in the world and 25^th in The United Federations for Highest Food Quality, scoring 111.66 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.