The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 112 is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and avant-garde cinema. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.612 billion Spice Harvester 112ians 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 Administration, Industry, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 45.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Spice Harvester 112ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,086 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, broadly diversified black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Door-to-door Insurance 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 126,191 spices, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 502,511 per year while the poor average 21,345, a ratio of 23.5 to 1.

Leader is too busy listening to praise to get any work done, half-submerged and flooded seaside hotels are technically still next to the beach, religious epiphanies are often cited as a reason for high school drop-outs, and the suicide rate mysteriously skyrockets during census years. Crime is moderate. Spice Harvester 112's national animal is the sandworm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Spice Harvester 112 is ranked 230,322^nd in the world and 710^th in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Lowest Crime Rates, with 55.99 law-abiding acts per hour.