The Socialist Republic of Voycadia is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by President Nocturne with a fair hand, and renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, smutty television, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 14.247 billion Voycadians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The large, liberal, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Seattle. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Voycadian economy, worth a remarkable 4,279 trillion Union Credits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 300,367 Union Credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Citizens are strongly encouraged to breathe less so as to limit the carbon footprint, military equipment stores have a tendency to go up in flames, the nation has nearly as many history museums as Voycadians, and "President Nocturne got your tongue?" has become a popular idiom. Crime is totally unknown. Voycadia's national animal is the Raven, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Voycadia is ranked 6,024^th in the world and 1^st in The Interstellar Union for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 17,180.02 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.