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, complete lack of prisons, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 34.696 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 Administration. 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 19,085 trillion Silver Certificates a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Basket Weaving. Average income is a breathtaking 550,067 Silver Certificates, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

A third of Atlanteans are e-certified CEOs, directors of low-budget sci-fi films are flocking to use Shadowville as a backdrop, the roar of the Niagara 3000 mega-loo can be heard several blocks away, and the wheel has been patented by at least a hundred people. 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 57,155^th in the world and 342^nd in the West Pacific for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring 4,875.52 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.