The Republic of Miro 57 is a massive, efficient nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, pith helmet sales, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, devout population of 2.506 billion Miro 57ians are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 41.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Miro 57ian economy, worth 220 trillion Euros a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Soda Sales. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 88,020 Euros, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

Armed police are cracking down on untaxed collectable-card-trading in local junior schools, programmes of questionable content are shown at peak-hours, elections have become procedural nightmares due to voters persistently rejecting candidates, and pallbearers at military funerals dive for cover when they hear the three-volley salute. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Miro 57's national animal is the Bird, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Miro 57 is ranked 263,717^th in the world and 10,216^th in Balder for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring -7.42 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.