The Protectorate of Altrius Station is a large, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its state-planned economy, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 92 million Alistians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 74.5%.

The sizeable but sluggish Altrius Stationian economy, worth 2.12 trillion Energy Credits 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 slick, highly efficient, highly specialized black market in Trout Farming, Arms Manufacturing, 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 23,007 Energy Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

Rice shortages have risen after paddy fields were drained to combat malaria, forecasts predict rains of loose lead and mortar shells for the next six weeks, government ministers claim to ride dragons to work, and troops are either deafened by gunfire or a hysterical voice screaming the Party manifesto. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Altrius Station's national animal is the Cow Bat, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Altrius Station is ranked 81,297^th in the world and 13^th in Entropy for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 926.84 on the Societal Mobility Rating.