The Commonwealth of Arucaria is a titanic, genial nation, ruled by President James Reed with a fair hand, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, deadly medical pandemics, and aversion to nipples. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic population of 10.63 billion Arucarians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The relatively small, liberal, pro-business government prioritizes Industry, although Welfare, Education, and Healthcare are also considered important, while Spirituality and Law & Order aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Prime City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 4.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Arucarian economy, worth a remarkable 2,965 trillion credits a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Automobile Manufacturing, and Tourism. Average income is an amazing 278,998 credits, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,614,619 per year while the poor average 22,949, a ratio of 70.4 to 1.

Crocodile roadkill is smeared across the asphalt of the new Formula One track, nature magazines featuring stick insects on their covers are sometimes mistaken for fashion magazines, the government spends more on chasing distant comets than on basic infrastructure, and Saturday morning cartoons feature full frontal nudity. Crime is totally unknown. Arucaria's national animal is the eagle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Arucaria is ranked 3,612^th in the world and 151^st in The North Pacific for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 648.4 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.