The Nomadic Peoples of The Babes Without Borders is a titanic, socially progressive nation, ruled by Mama Sang with a fair hand, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, keen interest in outer space, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 11.444 billion Babes Without Bordersians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, corrupt, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Phuket. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 3.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Babes Without Bordersian economy, worth a remarkable 1,839 trillion Party Favours a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Retail, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an impressive 160,702 Party Favours, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 518,538 per year while the poor average 37,666, a ratio of 13.8 to 1.

The only movement outdoors is of ramen-delivery drones, apprentice builders get teased for wearing hard hats, immigrants are told to pull themselves up by their worn-out budget bootstraps, and happiness is all being miserable together. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. The Babes Without Borders's national animal is the Bed Bug, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Debauchery.

The Babes Without Borders is ranked 172,229^th in the world and 11^th in Coven of Witches for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 7,160.8 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.