The Locus of Locus is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by Locus with an even hand, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working, democratic population of 4.868 billion Locus are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The minute government, or what there is of one, is dominated by the Department of Administration, with Education and Welfare also on the agenda, while Healthcare and Environment are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Locus. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 4.7%.

The strong Locus economy, worth 276 trillion Loci a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Soda Sales industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Information Technology, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is 56,733 Loci, with the richest citizens earning 8.4 times as much as the poorest.

All government facilities are built in the subterranean citadel of Locus, Locus has just been declared ruler of Locus in an international press conference, and the government's official stance on religion is that it is so very silly. Crime is a problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Locus's national animal is the Locus, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Locus.

Locus is ranked 60,671^st in the world and 2^nd in Locus for Nicest Citizens, with 16.29 average smiles per day.