The Space Colony of Kiosk1 is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by His Eminence with an iron fist, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, pith helmet sales, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 38.639 billion Kioskas are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Space. The average income tax rate is 32.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Kiosk1ian economy, worth an astonishing 16,327 trillion Dollars a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 422,573 Dollars, with the richest citizens earning 5.2 times as much as the poorest.

Hostage-takers offer loyalty scheme points for prompt payment, employees who skip lunch to avoid sub-par cafeteria food risk getting fired, for the sake of 'public interest' news programs tell viewers how to home-make Sarin gas bombs, and press conferences always end with standing ovations and rapturous applause. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Kiosk1's national animal is the Water Buffalo, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Roman Catholic.

Kiosk1 is ranked 290,652^nd in the world and 6,987^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Beautiful Environments, with 1.61 pounds of wildlife per square mile.