The Island of Ambry is a behemoth, efficient nation, ruled by President Michael Whitethorne with an even hand, and notable for its keen interest in outer space, frequent executions, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless, devout population of 51.338 billion Ambryians 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 relatively small government is dominated by the Department of Environment, although Education is also considered important, while Social Policy and Welfare receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Ambry City. The average income tax rate is 9.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Ambryian economy, worth a remarkable 3,458 trillion Ambry Dollars a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 67,366 Ambry Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Stranded astronauts hitch rides on foreign spacecraft to get home, national park visitors are reporting a rash of poison ivy sightings, the people's love for President Michael Whitethorne is little more than self-preservation, and lonely children write fanfiction about absent fathers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Ambry's national animal is the Red Panda, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Christianity.

Ambry is ranked 107,666^th in the world and 2^nd in Bermuda Triangle for Highest Average Incomes, with 67,366.55 Standard Monetary Units.