The Moving Right Along of I8 is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by Mad Max with an iron fist, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 4.329 billion Travelers 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 large, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Long Road. The average income tax rate is 44.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but sluggish a Traveler economy, worth 80.6 trillion Gasolines 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, highly specialized black market in Trout Farming, Uranium Mining, Gambling, and Woodchip Exports. 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 18,611 Gasolines, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Curtailed social programs have left many citizens bereft of any safety net, the country has unplugged its internet connection to prevent subversive content, the government's official stance on religion is that it is so very silly, and Mad Max has been self-declared as the Most Supreme Magnificent Overlord of Everything You Ever Saw. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. I8's national animal is the Car, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Featurism.

I8 is ranked 191,921^st in the world and 4^th in Garden of the Sun for Fattest Citizens, with 9.48 Obesity Rate.