The Galactic Empire of Fated is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by Destiny with a fair hand, and remarkable for its strictly enforced bedtime, ubiquitous missile silos, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 4.298 billion Fatedians are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs. The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Fated City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 4.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Fatedian economy, worth 957 trillion prophecies a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 222,826 prophecies, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,028,895 per year while the poor average 2,761, a ratio of 734 to 1.

Fated Barrier Island residents anxiously await their 'Bridge to Somewhere', the government loves seeing the little people fight, citizens simply have to point a weapon at a government official to get what they want, and the nation's Medal of Honour can be found as a free toy in breakfast cereal. Crime is all-pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Fated's national animal is the heart meridian, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Dark Heaven.

Fated is ranked 1,795^th in the world and 49^th in The North Pacific for Lowest Overall Tax Burden, scoring 161.55 on the Hayek Index.