The United Socialist States of Polynym is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by Diane Mononym with an iron fist, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, sprawling nuclear power plants, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, cynical population of 7.648 billion Polynymians are ruled with an iron fist by the socialist government, which grants its people the freedom to do whatever they like so long as it doesn't involve getting richer than anybody else or challenging the government.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Wordsberg. The average income tax rate is 95.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Polynymian economy, worth 890 trillion letters a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing and Soda Sales. Average income is an impressive 116,372 letters, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Immigrants who carry knives on them are presumed to be chefs, you gots to be part of the Party to get in to the party, the nation's school children are fluent in Klingon but lack basic mathematical skills, and the government is washing its hands of alleged corruption. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Polynym's national animal is the Name, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Word.

Polynym is ranked 89,009^th in the world and 77^th in Gay for Most Valuable International Artwork, with zero Bank.