The Interstellar Empire of Tropical Isles is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Jay Myers with a fair hand, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, ubiquitous missile silos, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 29.476 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 15,873 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 538,528 Silver Certificates, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

'A is for Annulment' is a popular children's song, even the nation's brussel sprouts are delicious and nutritious, in life full of care there is no time to stop and stare, and a third of Atlanteans are e-certified CEOs. 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 107^th in the world and 1^st in the West Pacific for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 17,949.86 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.