The Protectorate of Inner Selves is a huge, safe nation, renowned for its public floggings, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 636 million Inner Selves 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 medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Core Identity. The average income tax rate is 25.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Inner Selvesian economy, worth 35.2 trillion thoughts a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Trout Farming industry, with major contributions from Pizza Delivery, Cheese Exports, and Information Technology. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 55,321 thoughts, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Nobody likes bad boys any more, you can touch grass without leaving your computer, the nation has opened its arms to an influx of refugees, and toddlers are wielding machine guns in the name of national defense. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Inner Selves's national animal is the tressym, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Inner Selves is ranked 44,036^th in the world and 365^th in Europeia for Nicest Citizens, with 17.69 average smiles per day.