The Holy Empire of TypoTech is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by His Grand High Royalness with an even hand, and remarkable for its national health service, frequent executions, and keen interest in outer space. The compassionate, humorless population of 14.958 billion TypoTechians 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 large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Carcossa. The average income tax rate is 76.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient TypoTechian economy, worth a remarkable 1,923 trillion Embeded RFID Tags a year, is highly specialized and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Tourism, and Arms Manufacturing. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 128,608 Embeded RFID Tags, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Etiquette guides advise visitors to 'grovel gracefully', books are so highly regarded in TypoTech that libraries are often revered as holy shrines, interest rates mysteriously drop whenever the CBT Governor goes house hunting, and soup kitchens are the only things doing roaring business. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. TypoTech's national animal is the Winged Aibo, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Psychadellia.

TypoTech is ranked 56,923^rd in the world and 3,203^rd in Lazarus for Most Patriotic, with 24.67 flags saluted per person per day.