The Colony of The Convicted Asylum is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by The High Overseer with an iron fist, and notable for its pith helmet sales, zero percent divorce rate, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 1.935 billion Inmates are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Bethlem Asylum. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 69.6%.

The large but inefficient Inmate economy, worth 183 trillion institute credits a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Automobile Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 94,828 institute credits, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 293,251 per year while the poor average 23,641, a ratio of 12.4 to 1.

Doctors with dyed hair inform patients via video-link that they must not go against nature, teachers prefer to give 'Maybe, Maybe Not' tests when dealing with sensitive subjects, slow dancing is made trickier when Auntie Edna insists on standing between the couple's arms, and chain-gangs are often seen toting barges and lifting bales. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. The Convicted Asylum's national animal is the owl, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution, and its national religion is The Church of the Most Glorious Overseer.

The Convicted Asylum is ranked 6,681^st in the world and 94^th in The East Pacific for Most Advanced Defense Forces, scoring 12,820.42 on the Total War Preparedness Rating.