The Delusion of Victorious Autobots is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Optimus Fried with an iron fist, and notable for its compulsory military service, state-planned economy, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, cynical, humorless, devout population of 30.694 billion Autobots are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Some Slum Somewhere. The average income tax rate is 95.6%.

The strong Autobot economy, worth a remarkable 2,459 trillion Energon Cubes a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is extremely specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are the norm. Average income is 80,120 Energon Cubes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

The hills are alive with the smell of burning flesh, museums have more touchscreens on display than artifacts, running away is an essential part of the elite forces' hand-to-hand training, and roadside walls are being built and mother nature is paying for it. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Victorious Autobots's national animal is the CPU, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Pseudomoralistic Tripe.

Victorious Autobots is ranked 7,811^th in the world and 1^st in Interdimensional Alien Zone for Most Authoritarian, with 5,561.42 milliStalins.