The Republic of Been a son is a titanic, orderly nation, notable for its frequent executions, keen interest in outer space, and suspicion of poets. The cynical, devout population of 18.996 billion Been a sonians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 54.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Been a sonian economy, worth a remarkable 1,676 trillion $$s a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Soda Sales, Automobile Manufacturing, and Retail. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 88,248 $$s, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Bureaucrats close new businesses for not complying with the Penguin Packaging Index, the installation of street lights across remote goat tracks has left citizens bemused, citizens need a magnifying glass and color chart to distinguish between nearly identical brand labels, and doctors refer to inner-cities as newbie zones. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Been a son's national animal is the Death's-head hawkmoth, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Been a son is ranked 96,072^nd in the world and 1^st in Nirvana for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 3,468.18 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.