The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 1 is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its smutty television, ubiquitous missile silos, and multi-spousal wedding ceremonies. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.6 billion Spice Harvester 1ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 38.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Spice Harvester 1ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,029 trillion spices a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Soda Sales. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 119,718 spices, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 474,850 per year while the poor average 20,383, a ratio of 23.3 to 1.

The government has certified several glow-in-the-dark athletes as drug free, government officials go door-to-door educating about the dangers of pseudoscience, people on the brink of death are put through unwanted and stressful procedures, and surrealist houses shaped like mushrooms and volcanoes dominate the wealthiest neighborhoods. Crime, especially youth-related, is a serious problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Spice Harvester 1's national animal is the sandworm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Spice Harvester 1 is ranked 251,567^th in the world and 1,291^st in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Most Beautiful Environments, with 221.44 pounds of wildlife per square mile.