The Interstellar Empire of Tropical Isles is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Jay Myers with a fair hand, and renowned for its complete lack of prisons, otherworldly petting zoo, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 29.323 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 15,790 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 538,518 Silver Certificates, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Lifeguards are more concerned with watching for sharks than struggling swimmers, the phrase 'spreading like wildfire' is no longer in the public lexicon, cheap textbooks have replaced coasters at college ragers, and where there's smoke there's the Atlantean Forestry Department. 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 508^th in the world and 7^th in the West Pacific for Lowest Crime Rates, with 197.54 law-abiding acts per hour.