The Republic of Thorn2040 is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its compulsory military service, pith helmet sales, and avant-garde cinema. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 4.557 billion Thorn2040ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 66.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Thorn2040ian economy, worth 705 trillion pesos 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, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Information Technology, and Automobile Manufacturing. 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 an impressive 154,707 pesos, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 512,371 per year while the poor average 34,892, a ratio of 14.7 to 1.

Rumor has it that Leader has won three lotteries in a row, pallbearers at military funerals dive for cover when they hear the three-volley salute, pareidolic SETI scientists swear there's a message from aliens hidden within pi, and torture is commonly used to extract information from suspected criminals. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Thorn2040's national animal is the cow, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Thorn2040 is ranked 44,386^th in the world and 282^nd in Suspicious for Lowest Crime Rates, with 75.99 law-abiding acts per hour.