The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 59 is a colossal, efficient nation, renowned for its fear of technology, triple-decker prams, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless, devout population of 8.699 billion Spice Harvester 59ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The relatively small, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Healthcare, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 17.1%.

The thriving Spice Harvester 59ian economy, worth 639 trillion spices a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized black market in Information Technology, Uranium Mining, Gambling, and Automobile Manufacturing. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 73,527 spices, with the richest citizens earning 6.2 times as much as the poorest.

Troublemakers just happen to be reassigned to distant mining operations, citizens are frequently searched for illegal weapons, elections have become procedural nightmares due to voters persistently rejecting candidates, and parents are relieved they no longer need to help with their kids' algebra homework. Crime is a serious problem, possibly because it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many regulations. Spice Harvester 59's national animal is the sandworm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Spice Harvester 59 is ranked 271,284^th in the world and 1,645^th in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Most Patriotic, with 0.74 flags saluted per person per day.