The Infinite Empire of Cybus1 is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Alexander Mercer with an iron fist, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, aversion to nipples, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 20.804 billion Cybusians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Arcadia. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 78.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Cybusian economy, worth a remarkable 5,336 trillion Cybusian Credits a year, is quite specialized and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Tourism, Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 256,503 Cybusian Credits, with the richest citizens earning 5.5 times as much as the poorest.

Family isn't who you're born with but who you abandon in foreign countries, five-year-olds who refuse to line up on command get gold stars, the inside lane of every highway is for parked vehicles only, and squeaky high prepubescent voices recite the patriotic poem "Hail to The Leader!" before each meal. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Cybus1's national animal is the Volcra, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Mercerism.

Cybus1 is ranked 6,733^rd in the world and 3^rd in Empire of Andrew for Most Devout, with 3,034.18 Prayers Per Hour.