The Republic of MS-1 is a titanic, efficient nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed population of 20.66 billion MS-1ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 36.5%.

The thriving MS-1ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,532 trillion $$s a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 74,162 $$s, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Talking during class is a gateway to lifelong drug addiction, meetings are often scheduled for "about four-ish" following complete conversion to sundials, the government regrets to say that it is forced to make cuts to citizens, and highly paid government contractors are found coughing up furballs in alleyways. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. MS-1's national animal is the Death's-head hawkmoth, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

MS-1 is ranked 91,194^th in the world and 1^st in Hood River for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring 3,014.48 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.