The Technocratic State of Fererland is a mammoth, safe nation, remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, aversion to nipples, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 5.777 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 16.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Ferer economy, worth a remarkable 1,348 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 233,346 lers, with the richest citizens earning 6.9 times as much as the poorest.

Artificial intelligences seeking exciting work are overcome with ennui, printing out government documents requires the approval of at least three admins, Occam's razor has sliced to pieces any childhood belief in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, and many friends and relatives of Leader have been given ambassador jobs in tropical island nations. 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 529^th in the world and 1^st in Ferer Armed Forces for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 13,071.03 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.