The Protectorate of NinjaBot is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Optimus Prime with an iron fist, and notable for its museums and concert halls, deadly medical pandemics, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 11.301 billion NinjaBotians 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 enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of NinjaBotCity. The average income tax rate is 75.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming NinjaBotian economy, worth a remarkable 1,044 trillion Joules 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. 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 92,399 Joules, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Optimus Prime's family members carry literal get-out-of-jail-free cards, former planespotters are dusting off long-abandoned anoraks, ill and injured visitors in NinjaBot have to walk it off until they return home, and sharks are enjoying their deliveries of canned food. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. NinjaBot's national animal is the Robot Dog, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is None.

NinjaBot is ranked 1,305^th in the world and 3^rd in Nederland for Most Primitive, scoring 225.33 on the Scary Big Number Scale.