The Federation of Industrivovka is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by the Omnissiah with an even hand, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, deadly medical pandemics, and aversion to nipples. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 25.032 billion Industrivovkans are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Citadel. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Industrivovkan economy, worth a remarkable 5,381 trillion credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Retail, Information Technology, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 215,000 credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,978,385 per year while the poor average 2,390, a ratio of 827 to 1.

The government prefers to leave the past buried, no one knows how to tie a reef knot, multilingual concierges man empty inner city apartment blocks, and Jennifer Government is a bestseller. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Industrivovka's national animal is the Gilder Beetle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Industrivovka is ranked 293,029^th in the world and 77^th in Union of Free Nations for Lowest Crime Rates, with 4.57 law-abiding acts per hour.