The Republic of Starlight Primrose is a massive, genial nation, renowned for its soft-spoken computers, enslaved workforce, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, devout population of 2.42 billion Starlight Primroseans are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The large, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 65.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Starlight Primrosean economy, worth 232 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, quite specialized black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, 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 95,940 lotuses, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Only those who apply can study applied maths, acrimonious legal battles result during divorce proceedings, serial killers who are released early distribute death but not their seed, and they say the best compromise leaves everyone feeling a little unarmed. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Starlight Primrose's national animal is the moonlark, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Starlight Primrose is ranked 64,268^th in the world and 526^th in eta for Most Extensive Public Healthcare, scoring 2,731.2 on the Theresa-Nightingale Rating.