The Colony of Molekal is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its teetotalling pirates, ubiquitous missile silos, and national health service. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 2.348 billion Molekalians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 87.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Molekalian economy, worth 253 trillion Moles 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 large, well-organized, quite specialized black market in Information Technology, Retail, Uranium Mining, and Arms Manufacturing. 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 an impressive 107,907 Moles, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

The nation is known abroad mostly for its Parliamentary antics, it can be a real jungle in a modern courtroom, real men are endangered, and golden statues of Moles line the memorial avenues of the Funerary District. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Molekal's national animal is the Mole, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Molekal is ranked 279,312^th in the world and 7^th in Dead Sea for Most Cultured, scoring 57 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.