The Colony of Molekal is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its complete lack of prisons, aversion to nipples, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 2.456 billion Molekalians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 88.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Molekalian economy, worth 263 trillion Moles 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 large, well-organized, quite specialized black market in Information Technology, Retail, Uranium Mining, and Arms Manufacturing. 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 an impressive 107,156 Moles, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

Schoolchildren must pass a six-month Ethics and Safety Committee Assessment before they are allowed to mix baking soda and vinegar, unsolved crimes are often pinned on veterans with PTSD, getting an autograph has become harder than ever, and trade deals are born to the sound of a royal woman's anguished screams. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Molekal's national animal is the Mole, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Molekal is ranked 188,775^th in the world and 6^th in Dead Sea for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 763.66 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.