The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 402 is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its smutty television, enslaved workforce, and zero percent divorce rate. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 8.374 billion Spice Harvester 402ians 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 Industry, Education, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 24.4%.

The all-consuming Spice Harvester 402ian economy, worth 699 trillion spices a year, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Furniture Restoration. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 83,514 spices, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 304,753 per year while the poor average 16,250, a ratio of 18.8 to 1.

Classes at Spice Harvester 402 City University get canceled on Brancaland's Independence Day, reports of attacks by bright purple sixty-foot high spiders have recently shot up, Leader is called 'Patches' at international summits, and bounty hunters have been dispatched to hunt down rogue bounty hunters. Crime is a problem. Spice Harvester 402's national animal is the sandworm, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Spice Harvester 402 is ranked 260,132^nd in the world and 1,187^th in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Lowest Crime Rates, with 46.26 law-abiding acts per hour.