The Constitutional Republic of Andaricus is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Commander Daniel Johnson with a fair hand, and renowned for its deadly medical pandemics, frequent executions, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 26.415 billion Andarians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Andaria City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Andaricusian economy, worth an astonishing 15,784 trillion andarian credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is a breathtaking 597,544 andarian credits, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,132,895 per year while the poor average 61,042, a ratio of 51.3 to 1.

Scenic mountain valleys are flooded with water as damming projects get underway, the nation's new foreign policy of 'very disproportionate retribution' has its neighbors on edge, the "Underwear of Women in Power" issue of The Andaria City Times is sold out, and all footpaths have tollbooths. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Andaricus's national animal is the thunderbird, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Andaricus is ranked 45^th in the world and 1^st in Former United States for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 1,795.93 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.