The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 167 is a colossal, safe nation, renowned for its rum-swilling pirates, zero percent divorce rate, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.561 billion Spice Harvester 167ians 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 large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Law & Order, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 52.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Spice Harvester 167ian economy, worth 815 trillion spices a year, is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Gambling, and Arms Manufacturing. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is 95,217 spices, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 502,370 per year while the poor average 9,600, a ratio of 52.3 to 1.

Putting a mustache on a banknote is considered defacing a national monument, public incontinence is a growing problem amongst the nation's women, dessert dishes make up the Spice Harvester 167ian breakfast menu, and doctors will keep brain-dead coma patients ventilated for years in order to avoid accusations of allowing people to die. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Spice Harvester 167's national animal is the sandworm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Spice Harvester 167 is ranked 87,310^th in the world and 1,381^st in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 45,133.13 Standard Monetary Units.