The Confederated Districts of Treir is a titanic, cultured nation, ruled by Crumb with a fair hand, and remarkable for its daily referendums, absence of drug laws, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 20.166 billion Treites live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Syvani. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Treian economy, worth a remarkable 8,018 trillion Lumyns a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 397,619 Lumyns, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,213,038 per year while the poor average 35,739, a ratio of 61.9 to 1.

Truancy officers have a hard time catching children trained in advanced camouflage skills, the populace has developed a mortal fear of the woods, public ferries only carry enough lifeboats for the first-class passengers, and the youth vote is only counted when kindergarten teachers ask who drew the best picture. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Treir's national animal is the Red Panda, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Treir is ranked 85,967^th in the world and 16^th in Squeaky Squeakers for Most Developed, scoring 65.53 on the Human Development Index.