The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 1C3 is a colossal, efficient nation, renowned for its parental licensing program, aversion to nipples, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, hard-working, devout population of 6.428 billion Spice Harvester 1C3ians 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 relatively small, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Spice Harvester 1C3ian economy, worth 618 trillion spices a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Tourism, and Arms Manufacturing. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 96,232 spices, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 351,800 per year while the poor average 18,671, a ratio of 18.8 to 1.

The most ambitious parents buy a dozen lottery scratch-cards each week for their kids, the installation of street lights across remote goat tracks has left citizens bemused, the nation's first space rocket -- sponsored by Eckie-Ecola and shaped like an enormous soda bottle -- is being developed, and the automobile industry is sitting up and taking notice of the new 24 hour race events... as are the track's sleepless neighbours. Crime, especially youth-related, is pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Spice Harvester 1C3's national animal is the sandworm.

Spice Harvester 1C3 is ranked 32,819^th in the world and 146^th in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 206.34 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.