The Nomadic Peoples of Space Beaver is a titanic, cultured nation, ruled by Darick Robertson with a fair hand, and notable for its daily referendums, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 12.471 billion Space Beavers are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, liberal, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 95.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Space Beaverian economy, worth a remarkable 1,954 trillion credits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing and Tourism. Average income is an impressive 156,731 credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The mouth-frothing Space Beaver can be confused for a rabid rabbit, residents are readily ratting out rats in restaurants, people are offered free trials to go to trial, and diplomats miss flights while wandering Space Beaver City Airport's endless art maze. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Space Beaver's national animal is the rabbit, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Space Beaver is ranked 4,312^th in the world and 2^nd in Old School Furry for Most Rebellious Youth, scoring 20 on the Stark-Dean Displacement Index.