The Nomic Nightmare of Sensor is a mammoth, genial nation, ruled by The Judge with a fair hand, and remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, complete lack of prisons, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, democratic population of 8.285 billion Sensorians enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Nomicopolis. The average income tax rate is 34.9%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Sensorian economy, worth 307 trillion Rubies a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Trout Farming, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 37,080 Rubies, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

Census workers struggle to account for the rapidly increasing number of citizens to tabulate, the Sensor Enquirer offers weekly cash prizes for 'most blasphemous song, story, or cartoon', pulling weeds is seen as a threat to national security, and suit-clad businessmen have been taking advantage of the relaxed welfare qualifications by shopping with food stamps. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Sensor's national animal is the bat, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Voting.

Sensor is ranked 270,510^th in the world and 1^st in Nomic for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 24,139.1 Standard Monetary Units.