The United States of Printer402 is a colossal, cultured nation, renowned for its closed borders, avant-garde cinema, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, humorless, devout population of 5.374 billion Printer402ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 84.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Printer402ian economy, worth 718 trillion cards a year, is led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Woodchip Exports, and Information Technology. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 133,769 cards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

A life spent suffering in silence is considered noble, everybody's got wood thanks to Leader, costumed characters wearing Maxtopian Grass leaves remind citizens that the government now sells the green stuff, and scaffolding is built around scaffolding to give safe access. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer402's national animal is the legendary, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Printer402 is ranked 15,691^st in the world and 791^st in Two for Lowest Crime Rates, with 93.52 law-abiding acts per hour.