The Free Lands of The Police is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Sting with an iron fist, and renowned for its public floggings, suspicion of poets, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 19.359 billion Coppers 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, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of London. The average income tax rate is 36.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Policean economy, worth a remarkable 1,151 trillion bucks 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, broadly diversified black market in Information Technology, Book Publishing, Tourism, and Cheese Exports. 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 59,503 bucks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Older ladies are inundated with offers to help them cross the road, the working classes live and die on the fields of the farming communes, children are often observed making 'sand angels' in bunkers, and young people never forget their first roommate — no matter how much counselling they have. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force. The Police's national animal is the Grizzly, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The Police is ranked 76,229^th in the world and 2,189^th in The North Pacific for Lowest Crime Rates, with 69.11 law-abiding acts per hour.