The Republic of Collei is a mammoth, orderly nation, remarkable for its soft-spoken computers, pith helmet sales, and ritual sacrifices. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 9.167 billion Colleians 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 prioritizes Defense, with Education, Industry, and Law & Order also on the agenda. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 30.7%.

The very strong Colleian economy, worth 853 trillion moras a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Retail, and Trout Farming. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 93,015 moras, with the richest citizens earning 8.3 times as much as the poorest.

Droves of former desperados are applying to join the border police, wedding bands come in pairs to form wedding manacles, livestock mutilations are on the rise, and the navy is hoping to hear the enemy shout "you sank my battleship!". Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Collei's national animal is the forest ranger, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Collei is ranked 152,060^th in the world and 2,404^th in Herta Space Station for Most Developed, scoring 55.86 on the Human Development Index.