The 1984 of Gerowellia is a mammoth, orderly nation, ruled by McGeorgie Orwellie with an iron fist, and remarkable for its smutty television, national health service, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 5.381 billion Gerowellians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Gerowellia City. The average income tax rate is 99.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Gerowellian economy, worth a remarkable 2,080 trillion 1984s a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Uranium Mining. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 386,721 1984s, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Babysitters are a thing of the past, doctors prescribe medicines but they rarely dispense hope or compassion, friendly fire incidents usually result in severe burns, and terrified tympanists are finding themselves on the front lines armed only with kettledrums. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Gerowellia's national animal is the Prole, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Orwellianism.

Gerowellia is ranked 154,980^th in the world and 1^st in big for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 890.04 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.