The Planet of Hotalis is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its unlimited-speed roads, ubiquitous missile silos, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, cynical population of 2.329 billion Hotalisians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 67.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Hotalisian economy, worth 221 trillion Imperial Dollars a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Woodchip Exports, Uranium Mining, and Trout Farming. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 95,208 Imperial Dollars, with the richest citizens earning 5.4 times as much as the poorest.

Former arsonists can be found on local fire brigades, the government tries not to listen to the people unless it absolutely has to, petting zoos have loose fingers strewn about, and coffee-addicted citizens look forward to baristas getting their name wrong at local coffee shops. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Hotalis's national animal is the Kabasan Poverty Hound.

Hotalis is ranked 70,015^th in the world and 17^th in Firmament for Highest Average Incomes, with 95,208.03 Standard Monetary Units.