The Republic of Droid Island is a mammoth, safe nation, notable for its parental licensing program, pith helmet sales, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.025 billion Droid Islandians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 50.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Droid Islandian economy, worth 882 trillion Golds a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Beef-Based Agriculture, Information Technology, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 109,922 Golds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

Panels from bankrupt rooftop solar companies are used as props for sci-fi B-movies, forty-year-old men are asked for their ID before watching the latest pony cartoon movies, sniffer dogs are trained to follow clouds of fruity-smelling vapor, and the Man in the Plastic Mask has been imprisoned in the Capital Penitentiary. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Droid Island's national animal is the Clam, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Droid Island is ranked 96,408^th in the world and 471^st in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Largest Populations, with 8.03 billion capita.