The Interstellar Empire of Tropical Isles is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Jay Myers with a fair hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, pith helmet sales, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 21.325 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 government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Shadowville. The average income tax rate is 99.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Atlantean economy, worth a remarkable 9,792 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 459,204 Silver Certificates, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

Emojis are the soul of wit, abortion is only legal in unusual circumstances, the nation turns a blind eye to human rights abuses in its quest for athletic supremacy, and immigrant herding has become a national pastime. 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 128,259^th in the world and 3,483^rd in the West Pacific for Most Average, scoring 34.03 on the Average Standardized Normality Scale.