The Watchfires of PV-1 is a titanic, safe nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, unlimited-speed roads, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 21.556 billion PV-1ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The relatively small, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Public Transport, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 19.5%.

The strong PV-1ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,323 trillion $$s a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Retail, and Basket Weaving. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 61,386 $$s, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.6 times as much as the poorest.

Washing-up liquid looks and smells like baby poo, politicians that report exaggerated crowd sizes for their speeches are dismissed for being delusional, weird or unusual crimes merit cruel and unusual punishments, and foreign musicians that Leader dislikes are turned away at the border. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. PV-1's national animal is the Death's-head hawkmoth, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

PV-1 is ranked 266,465^th in the world and 1^st in Puerto Vallarta for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring -4.49 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.