The High Peaks of The Front Range is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by Myself with an iron fist, and notable for its free-roaming dinosaurs, strictly enforced bedtime, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 5.715 billion Front Rangers are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pima. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 2.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Front Ranger economy, worth a remarkable 1,344 trillion metal scraps a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 235,186 metal scraps, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,022,359 per year while the poor average 4,602, a ratio of 439 to 1.

City sidewalks are crowded with overweight people, only the rich can afford the latest medical innovations, Myself's opponents have adopted dogs to chase away the mailman, and the first test of a good kindergartener is the quality of the sponge-baths they give. Crime is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. The Front Range's national animal is the common blackbird, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Military-Industrial Complex Worship.

The Front Range is ranked 310,061^st in the world and 5,291^st in The North Pacific for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 167.66 on the Societal Mobility Rating.