The Republic of Curative Agent 129 is a massive, pleasant nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, ubiquitous missile silos, and multi-spousal wedding ceremonies. The hard-nosed population of 1.117 billion Curative Agent 129ians 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 prioritizes Defense, although Education, Healthcare, and Welfare are also considered important, while International Aid and Spirituality receive no funds. The average income tax rate is 29.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Curative Agent 129ian economy, worth 43.2 trillion Credits a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Woodchip Exports, Book Publishing, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 38,662 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

The government has declared "all your rigs are belong to us", prime commercial land is being swamped with archaeological teams, recent events have left citizens both shaken and stirred, and you can check out of an asylum if you've changed your mind. Crime is a problem. Curative Agent 129's national animal is the Trout, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Curative Agent 129 is ranked 211,936^th in the world and 220^th in Blue Chevron for Nudest, with 103.5 cheeks per square mile.