The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 84 is a colossal, orderly nation, renowned for its state-planned economy, infamous sell-swords, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 8.588 billion Spice Harvester 84ians 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, Administration, and Education. The average income tax rate is 45.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Spice Harvester 84ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,056 trillion spices a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, fairly diversified black market in Information Technology, Retail, Woodchip Exports, and Soda Sales. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 123,063 spices, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

Turning the other cheek is accompanied by a polite letter of complaint, East Lebatuck tests its moon rovers in the barren wasteland of rural Spice Harvester 84, opening a bad email attachment can be a major felony, and the nation's apology for those it has executed in the last year has come a little late for some. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Spice Harvester 84's national animal is the sandworm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Spice Harvester 84 is ranked 274,835^th in the world and 1,779^th in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Nicest Citizens, with 0.47 average smiles per day.