The Republic of Koroto is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Dear Father with an iron fist, and notable for its pith helmet sales, compulsory military service, and conspicuous electricity pylons. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 25.322 billion Korotoans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 95.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Korotoan economy, worth a remarkable 4,105 trillion Kremals a year, is quite specialized and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Automobile Manufacturing, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 162,117 Kremals, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

In the mighty jungle the lion once again sleeps tonight, children are often observed making 'sand angels' in bunkers, cave paintings are back in vogue, and all you have to do is pray to get into Koroto. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Koroto's national animal is the blue footed booby, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Koroto is ranked 13,109^th in the world and 238^th in the Pacific for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 377.76 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.