The Nomadic Peoples of The Hector is a titanic, orderly nation, notable for its smutty television, pith helmet sales, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 15.26 billion Hectorians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The enormous, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Perth. The average income tax rate is 71.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Hectorian economy, worth a remarkable 1,420 trillion patches a year, is led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Soda Sales. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 93,101 patches, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

A degree of self-hatred is vital for a future in politics, finding half a worm in your apple is an arrestable offense, today's secret ingredients are blood, sweat, and tears, and relations with Dàguó have warmed from frosty to chilly. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Hector's national animal is the dog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Orthodox Christianity.

The Hector is ranked 248,753^rd in the world and 1^st in Lost Horizon for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 28.14 on the Bus Surprisal Index.