The Technocratic State of Fererland is a mammoth, efficient nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, keen interest in outer space, and aversion to nipples. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 5.792 billion Ferers are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 16.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Ferer economy, worth a remarkable 1,355 trillion lers a year, is broadly diversified and dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 233,953 lers, with the richest citizens earning 6.9 times as much as the poorest.

Politicians that report exaggerated crowd sizes for their speeches are dismissed for being delusional, the recycled air in planes is nauseating, the government is spending millions on lawyers' fees trying to get Leader off a murder charge, and governments opposing Fererland are beset by rebels. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fererland's national animal is the horse, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Fererland is ranked 525^th in the world and 1^st in Ferer Armed Forces for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 13,106.86 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.