The Republic of Curative Agent 39 is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its keen interest in outer space, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.503 billion Curative Agent 39ians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 28.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Curative Agent 39ian economy, worth 91.3 trillion Credits a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Trout Farming. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 60,774 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

An epidemic of unpopped kernels causes movie goers to gnash their teeth, the nation's police officers are famously miserable-looking, voting for pro-Bigtopian candidates is voluntary, and murder is sanctioned if the legal paperwork is filled out correctly. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Curative Agent 39's national animal is the Trout, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Curative Agent 39 is ranked 52,595^th in the world and 49^th in Blue Chevron for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring 4,605.17 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.