The Nation of Brithanainai is a mammoth, genial nation, ruled by Conlang under change with an even hand, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, vat-grown people, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, hard-working, humorless population of 7.214 billion Brithanays have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and look forward to their next free and open election, to be held on an as-yet unannounced date.

The tiny, corrupt government is primarily concerned with Administration, with Healthcare, Education, and Law & Order also on the agenda, while Spirituality and Defense aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Conlang under change. The average income tax rate is 8.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Brithanay economy, worth 613 trillion Conlang under changes a year, is quite specialized and mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Furniture Restoration. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 85,035 Conlang under changes, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The weather report is the prisoners' favourite programme, the nation's only university is the School of Hard Knocks, teens are voting on which C-List pop star will be next to be evicted from the opera house, and pre-takeoff checks last longer than the flights themselves. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Brithanainai's national animal is the Brithanaian tourtoise, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Christianity.

Brithanainai is ranked 156,490^th in the world and 233^rd in Starlight for Most Conservative, scoring 53 on the Bush-Santorum Dawning Terror Index.