The Collective of Jeri Ryan is a titanic, genial nation, remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, suspicion of poets, and devotion to social welfare. The democratic population of 12.193 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 enormous, liberal, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Unimatrix 01. The average income tax rate is 73.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but stagnant Jeri Ryanite economy, worth 202 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, Information Technology, Cheese Exports, and Soda Sales. 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 16,590 nanoprobe hyposprays, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Children spend all morning taking out a comma and all afternoon putting it back in again, factories place endangered birds in their rafters in pursuit of government protections, it is mandatory to learn evolution in schools, and cash-strapped junkies lick rabbits for a cheap high. 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 324,793^rd in the world and 16,561^st in Osiris for Most Developed, scoring 43.95 on the Human Development Index.