The Republic of 90030 is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its public floggings, infamous sell-swords, and ritual sacrifices. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 10.512 billion 90030ians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 73.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient 90030ian economy, worth a remarkable 2,340 trillion 9003s 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Uranium Mining. 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 an amazing 222,636 9003s, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

Power to the people comes from the barrel of a gun, military pilots spend more time scraping feathers off their engines than flying their aircraft, radio stations are forbidden to play anything with too much drum or bass, and there's sophisticated talk of revolution within the ever-expanding mining colonies. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 90030's national animal is the 9003, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

90030 is ranked 283,551^st in the world and 6,683^rd in the Rejected Realms for Safest, scoring 5.93 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.