The Nomadic Peoples of The Babes Without Borders is a titanic, efficient nation, ruled by Mama Sang with a fair hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, free-roaming dinosaurs, and daily referendums. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 11.545 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 1,855 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 330,368^th in the world and 33^rd in Coven of Witches for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring -7.07 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.