The Holy Empire of TypoTech is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by His Grand High Royalness with an even hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, sprawling nuclear power plants, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, humorless population of 14.865 billion TypoTechians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Carcossa. The average income tax rate is 75.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient TypoTechian economy, worth a remarkable 1,932 trillion Embeded RFID Tags a year, is highly specialized and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Tourism, and Arms Manufacturing. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 130,002 Embeded RFID Tags, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

More and more people are signing up for the government party, auditors are gutting every governmental department, one can wake up in TypoTech and have breakfast in Bigtopia, and protesters are up in arms over new nuclear power stations. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. TypoTech's national animal is the Winged Aibo, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Psychadellia.

TypoTech is ranked 12,299^th in the world and 622^nd in Lazarus for Most Valuable International Artwork, with zero Bank.