The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 179 is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, frequent executions, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, devout population of 8.484 billion Spice Harvester 179ians 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 Defense, Industry, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 43.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Spice Harvester 179ian economy, worth 788 trillion spices a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 92,912 spices, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 273,826 per year while the poor average 24,807, a ratio of 11.0 to 1.

The government is hoping that medical aid will speak louder than human rights abuses, soldiers with colourful mohawks make themselves perfect targets for snipers, reports of attacks by bright purple sixty-foot high spiders have recently shot up, and politicians constantly ring their voters to remind them how good a job they're doing. Crime, especially youth-related, is relatively low, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Spice Harvester 179's national animal is the sandworm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Spice Harvester 179 is ranked 191,113^th in the world and 604^th in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Lowest Crime Rates, with 57.47 law-abiding acts per hour.