The Cyan-Depleted Cartridges of Printer159 is a colossal, safe nation, remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, infamous sell-swords, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 5.56 billion Printer159ians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 91.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Printer159ian economy, worth 742 trillion cards a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 133,455 cards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.8 times as much as the poorest.

Leader's recent "I have a dream that we will fight them by raking muck on the beaches" speech seems a little derivative to many, it is illegal to carry an umbrella when the official weather forecast predicts a sunny day, small children are frequently chased by rehabilitated pitbulls, and crackheads chase drug-loaded drones in hopes of a lucky drop. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer159's national animal is the legendary, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Printer159 is ranked 22,210^th in the world and 1,506^th in Two for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 5,614.27 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.