The Interstellar Empire of Tropical Isles is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Jay Myers with a fair hand, and notable for its pith helmet sales, ritual sacrifices, and otherworldly petting zoo. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 23.475 billion Atlanteans hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, corrupt, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Shadowville. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Atlantean economy, worth an astonishing 11,488 trillion Silver Certificates a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Information Technology, and Basket Weaving. Average income is an amazing 489,406 Silver Certificates, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Old fossils give the tours at the parliamentary museum, roads are often attended by round-the-clock construction crews, exam halls are littered with used needles and empty pill bottles, and Scoutmasters debate whether luxury log cabins defeat the purpose of camping. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Tropical Isles's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Christianity.

Tropical Isles is ranked 5,645^th in the world and 87^th in the West Pacific for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 38,610.91 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.