The Collective of Jeri Ryan is a titanic, safe nation, remarkable for its irreverence towards religion, absence of drug laws, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic population of 11.65 billion Jeri Ryanites are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, liberal, socially-minded, outspoken morass — juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Unimatrix 01. The average income tax rate is 72.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but stagnant Jeri Ryanite economy, worth 147 trillion nanoprobe hyposprays a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Uranium Mining, Cheese Exports, Soda Sales, and Information Technology. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 12,647 nanoprobe hyposprays, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The art of conversation has been rediscovered, the mob vote is a crucial electoral demographic, political shows are fit for purpose, and the wearing and manufacture of fur apparel is banned. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Jeri Ryan's national animal is the Borg, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Jeri Ryan is ranked 301,077^th in the world and 9^th in Star Trek for Most Advanced Defense Forces, scoring -6.32 on the Total War Preparedness Rating.