The Empire of Route 9 is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its parental licensing program, frequent executions, and ban on automobiles. The cynical population of 3.926 billion Route 9ians 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 Administration, Law & Order, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 57.5%.

The strong Route 9ian economy, worth 314 trillion Duckcoins 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 a large, well-organized black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Woodchip Exports. 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 80,072 Duckcoins, with the richest citizens earning 5.8 times as much as the poorest.

The government is continually probing the galaxy in search of alien life, hordes of unemployed lumberjacks have resorted to cutting down utility poles to satisfy their cravings, builders across Route 9 are blocked up with orders for new public loos, and people boast about their low income on their dating profiles. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Route 9's national animal is the Duck, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Route 9 is ranked 120,519^th in the world and 1^st in Optimarch for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 10,007.4 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.