The Kingdom of Styki is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Styki with an iron fist, and renowned for its rampant corporate plagiarism, keen interest in outer space, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 40.236 billion Stykis are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Environment. The income tax rate is 100%.

The strong Styki economy, worth an astonishing 13,450 trillion bits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Uranium Mining, and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 334,289 bits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The airship business has been driven out of the country by strict regulations and high fines, the entire health budget has been diverted into prolonging Styki's life, fearful citizens watch their every move as does their government, and cremation is compulsory for the deceased. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Styki's national animal is the lion, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Cult to Styki.

Styki is ranked 185^th in the world and 1^st in Styki for Most Beautiful Environments, with 8,862.64 pounds of wildlife per square mile.