The Spacefaring Federation of Sacara is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by The Astronaut with an even hand, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 18.005 billion Sacarians enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

The relatively small, corrupt government prioritizes Defense, with Industry, Law & Order, and Education also on the agenda, while Social Policy and Environment aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Westrock Station. The average income tax rate is 29.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Sacarian economy, worth a remarkable 5,554 trillion dollars a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an amazing 308,516 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.2 times as much as the poorest.

The bonfire of the old paper records can be seen for miles around Westrock Station, an online tea-bagging epidemic is getting worse and (meta)worse, you can be fired for dyeing grey hairs, and reports of arson have doubled since the introduction of a privatised fire protection service. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Sacara's national animal is the courageous monkey, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Roman Catholicism.

Sacara is ranked 292,351^st in the world and 195^th in Lands End for Nicest Citizens, with 0.14 average smiles per day.