The Forcefield of Forcefield is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Protector with an iron fist, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, public floggings, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 30.393 billion Forcefieldians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Great Dome City. The average income tax rate is 38.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Forcefieldian economy, worth a remarkable 4,330 trillion power beams a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Retail, and Automobile Manufacturing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 142,475 power beams, with the richest citizens earning 5.3 times as much as the poorest.

Political visitors are forced to stop ten paces from Protector's throne, candlelit dinners are less romantic with a flickering LED, it's normal to start working life with crippling financial debt, and it is typical to be greeted by a string of curse words in Forcefieldian restaurants. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. Forcefield's national animal is the eel, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways, and its national religion is Atheism.

Forcefield is ranked 61,571^st in the world and 90^th in Nederland for Most Cultured, scoring 69 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.