The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 307 is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its avowedly heterosexual populace, infamous sell-swords, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, devout population of 8.557 billion Spice Harvester 307ians 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, well-organized government prioritizes Industry, although Law & Order, Education, and Defense are also considered important, while Environment isn't funded at all. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 35.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Spice Harvester 307ian economy, worth 838 trillion spices a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Automobile Manufacturing, Arms Manufacturing, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 97,994 spices, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 682,902 per year while the poor average 4,875, a ratio of 140 to 1.

Veteran cops reminisce over their heavy armor days, Leader has been seen stealthily slicing fifths off bread loaves, wait staff claim to like it when odorous customers flirt with them, and the government recently relinquished its monopoly on the mail service. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Spice Harvester 307's national animal is the sandworm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Spice Harvester 307 is ranked 54,348^th in the world and 418^th in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Most Patriotic, with 25.71 flags saluted per person per day.