The Great Republic of Secolin is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Dr Secolin with an even hand, and notable for its pith helmet sales, keen interest in outer space, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, hard-working, devout population of 3.336 billion Secolinians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Environment, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Secolinopolis. The average income tax rate is 29.0%.

The strong Secolinian economy, worth 170 trillion Lins 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 a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Information Technology, Pizza Delivery, Arms Manufacturing, and Book Publishing. 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 51,100 Lins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.6 times as much as the poorest.

Foragers descend on national cemeteries for 'all-you-can-dig-up' extravaganzas, judicial torture is outsourced overseas, chain-gangs are often seen toting barges and lifting bales, and troop transports blacken the sky as the military commences Operation Desert Ocean. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Secolin's national animal is the Owl, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Secolin is ranked 263,589^th in the world and 9,881^st in Balder for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -8.6 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.