The Republic of Starlight Malachite is a massive, genial nation, remarkable for its state-planned economy, lack of airports, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 2.438 billion Starlight Malachiteans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 42.0%.

The powerhouse Starlight Malachitean economy, worth 267 trillion lotuses 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 slick, highly efficient, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 109,467 lotuses, with the richest citizens earning 7.4 times as much as the poorest.

TV coverage of music festivals consists mostly of backstage interviews, the nation has an international reputation for compassion, troops are either deafened by gunfire or a hysterical voice screaming the Party manifesto, and reassembling shredded papers is the highlight of a spy's day. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Starlight Malachite's national animal is the moonlark, which can occasionally be seen dodging aircraft in the nation's cities.

Starlight Malachite is ranked 300,177^th in the world and 9^th in Ashroxem for Most Rebellious Youth, scoring -17 on the Stark-Dean Displacement Index.