The Parting of The Sensory is a mammoth, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its pith helmet sales, otherworldly petting zoo, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.929 billion Sensoryians 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, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 66.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Sensoryian economy, worth a remarkable 1,117 trillion sensories a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 125,164 sensories, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 359,891 per year while the poor average 34,594, a ratio of 10.4 to 1.

The homeless more often beg for mercy than money, tweenage nobles order army regiments to do their homework for them, an extra hand on the leg will give a horse-and-a-half of lead in a hundred jiffies on seven furlongs, and signs of extraterrestrial life are just foreign astronauts evading Sensoryian justice. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Sensory's national animal is the sensory, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The Sensory is ranked 299,654^th in the world and 6^th in Abandoned Branch for Most Rebellious Youth, scoring -19 on the Stark-Dean Displacement Index.