The Republic of AirOP is a colossal, safe nation, ruled by Jax with an iron fist, and notable for its otherworldly petting zoo, aversion to nipples, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 6.382 billion AirOPians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government is primarily concerned with Defense, with Law & Order, Administration, and Education also on the agenda, while Spirituality receives no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of A-10 Warthog. The average income tax rate is 95.5%.

The frighteningly efficient AirOPian economy, worth a remarkable 1,203 trillion Flight hours a year, is quite specialized and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 188,545 Flight hours, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Tourists avoid using the nation's bugged phones and monitored internet, escaped birthday balloons are torpedoed out of the sky, stranded mountaineers can watch livestreamed footage of their rescues, and kids looking for shark teeth have become ancient history. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. AirOP's national animal is the F-22 raptor, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is BRRRRT.

AirOP is ranked 49,801^st in the world and 936^th in the Pacific for Safest, scoring 102.81 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.