The Community of DeepSea is a mammoth, safe nation, ruled by Baker with an iron fist, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, complete lack of prisons, and aversion to nipples. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 9.974 billion DeepSeans 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 relatively small, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of DeepSean Central City. The average income tax rate is 76.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient DeepSean economy, worth a remarkable 3,183 trillion shells a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 319,225 shells, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Online weather reports are predicting five years of glorious sunshine for DeepSea, Big Agriculture has the government by the nuts, code enforcement officers circle wealthy DeepSeans like vultures, and conscripts often volunteer for a second tour of duty so they can get a ticket to next year's Army Revue. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. DeepSea's national animal is the Bathynomus giganteus, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is haven't.

DeepSea is ranked 1,200^th in the world and 2^nd in Federation Of Sovereign States for Highest Poor Incomes, with 257,638.93 Standard Monetary Units.