The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 218 is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its zero percent divorce rate, suspicion of poets, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.406 billion Spice Harvester 218ians 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 enormous, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 68.2%.

The powerhouse Spice Harvester 218ian economy, worth 619 trillion spices a year, is quite specialized and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Trout Farming, Automobile Manufacturing, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 73,707 spices, with the richest citizens earning 5.6 times as much as the poorest.

Military barracks resemble five-star hotels, excited shovel-bearing geeks wander the countryside, turnstile jumpers grow up to be tax cheats, and burning yourself alive is not okay but starving and whipping yourself is fine. Crime, especially youth-related, is pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Spice Harvester 218's national animal is the sandworm, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Spice Harvester 218 is ranked 291,232^nd in the world and 1,772^nd in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Lowest Crime Rates, with 22.07 law-abiding acts per hour.