The Confederated Districts of Treir is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Crumb with a fair hand, and renowned for its frequent executions, ubiquitous missile silos, and daily referendums. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 20.159 billion Treites live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Syvani. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Treian economy, worth a remarkable 8,013 trillion Lumyns a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 397,533 Lumyns, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,208,886 per year while the poor average 35,863, a ratio of 61.6 to 1.

The latest "must-have" uPhone is 1/4 mm thinner than last year's uPhone, some achieve retirement and some have retirement thrust upon them, preservative-laden Treian cheeses will be as edible when archaeologists dig them up next millennium, and sociologists ponder how baby-napped ethnic minority 'runaways' could have gone so bad so soon. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Treir's national animal is the Red Panda, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Treir is ranked 2,820^th in the world and 2^nd in Squeaky Squeakers for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 8,547.56 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.