The Empire of Port USB is a huge, safe nation, notable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, soft-spoken computers, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, devout population of 269 million users 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 Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mater Tabula. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 25.7%.

The thriving USBan economy, worth 20.1 trillion chips a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, broadly diversified black market in Information Technology, Retail, Arms Manufacturing, 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. Average income is 74,728 chips, with the richest citizens earning 6.8 times as much as the poorest.

Kindergarten teachers with ankle-bracelets are closely supervised by their parole officers, students are wary of colorfully decorated new teachers with names like Professor Pipsqueak, the national security service are a bunch of crooks, and all government facilities are built in the subterranean citadel of Mater Tabula. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Port USB's national animal is the Trojan Horse, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Port USB is ranked 124,821^st in the world and 95^th in Mitteleuropa for Safest, scoring 75.03 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.