The Protectorate of Spice Harvester 127 is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, ritual sacrifices, and flagrant waste-dumping. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.639 billion Spice Harvester 127ians 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 49.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Spice Harvester 127ian economy, worth 962 trillion spices a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 111,435 spices, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 429,271 per year while the poor average 19,896, a ratio of 21.6 to 1.

The official government position is that "we didn't see nothin'", military minds worry that 'the blue screen of death' on brand new operating systems may be a literal description, a state-funded project is investigating whether the moon is made of cheese, and people are often woken up by rubbish music. Crime is a problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Spice Harvester 127's national animal is the sandworm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Spice Harvester 127 is ranked 264,182^nd in the world and 1,744^th in Jihad Army of the Emperor for Most Primitive, scoring -203.67 on the Scary Big Number Scale.