The Interstellar Empire of Tropical Isles is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Jay Myers with a fair hand, and notable for its museums and concert halls, daily referendums, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 29.377 billion Atlanteans hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, corrupt, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Shadowville. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Atlantean economy, worth an astonishing 15,811 trillion Silver Certificates a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Basket Weaving. Average income is a breathtaking 538,240 Silver Certificates, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Truth is often impossible to tell from fiction on the evening news, Tropical Isles has one of the largest offshore wind farms in the world, eminent domain has been abolished, and it is illegal to brush crumbs off your clothing outdoors. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Tropical Isles's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Christianity.

Tropical Isles is ranked 292,443^rd in the world and 3,817^th in the West Pacific for Most Primitive, scoring -1144.28 on the Scary Big Number Scale.