The Armed Republic of CR 70 is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its parental licensing program, fear of technology, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, humorless, devout population of 7.244 billion CR 70ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 86.6%.

The frighteningly efficient CR 70ian economy, worth 970 trillion cards a year, is quite specialized and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Book Publishing, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 133,994 cards, with the richest citizens earning 8.1 times as much as the poorest.

A government program is underway to revitalize CR 70's beaches, the CR 70ian football team for the Maxxmas ceasefire consists only of Intelligence Corps personnel, politicians that report exaggerated crowd sizes for their speeches are dismissed for being delusional, and ice-filled coffins are ominously positioned in the corner of every hospital ward. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. CR 70's national animal is the legendary, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

CR 70 is ranked 45,142^nd in the world and 1,634^th in Two for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 1,528.03 on the Societal Mobility Rating.