The Dominion of Seven by Nine is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Imperious Leader with an iron fist, and remarkable for its digital currency, public floggings, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 42.577 billion drones 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 tiny, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Bright Defile. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Seven by Ninean economy, worth an astonishing 26,989 trillion imperial credits a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Automobile Manufacturing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is a breathtaking 633,903 imperial credits, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,942,357 per year while the poor average 160,140, a ratio of 12.1 to 1.

The government has put a kid glove on the invisible hand of the free market, gene-engineered sewerjacks don't smell but they do stink, the new "Bloodbath" orange tree autonomously seeks and destroys independent orchards, and vital intelligence-gathering activities are put on hold as agents return home for seduction training and advanced poker instruction. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force. Seven by Nine's national animal is the tribble, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is the cult of forty two.

Seven by Nine is ranked 102^nd in the world and 1^st in Beyond the Wub for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 184,975.4 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.