The Theocracy of Quistonix is a very large, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its prohibition of alcohol, ritual sacrifices, and fear of technology. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 430 million Quistonixians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Law & Order, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 84.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Quistonixian economy, worth 20.9 trillion alms a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, highly specialized black market in Gambling, Uranium Mining, and Furniture Restoration. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. State-owned companies are the norm. Average income is 48,720 alms, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Bigtopian relations have become a minefield, there's sophisticated talk of revolution within the ever-expanding mining colonies, teenagers can't go to the loo without an army of social workers watching their every movement, and if someone says there's plenty of living space in Quistonix they're lyin'. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Quistonix's national animal is the lion, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Quistonix is ranked 321,177^th in the world and 4,926^th in eta for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring -316.89 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.