The Machine of Pookyvania is a titanic, genial nation, ruled by Machine with a fair hand, and notable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, compulsory vegetarianism, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 20.586 billion Machines hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, corrupt, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Machine. The average income tax rate is 95.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Mechanical economy, worth a remarkable 6,762 trillion machines 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, quite specialized black market in Information Technology, Book Publishing, Soda Sales, and Tourism. 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 328,501 machines, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Popular candidates who don't suffer last-second political scandals tend to get fished out of the Machine River, starving citizens are offered nuclear pasta, pausing for applause during a speech is seen as a form of censorship, and tech-mad citizens think that the laser-powered bread-slicer uPhone App is the coolest thing since sliced bread. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Pookyvania's national animal is the machine, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Machine.

Pookyvania is ranked 4,775^th in the world and 14^th in Forest for Fattest Citizens, with 27.08 Obesity Rate.