The Federation of Centas is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Allan C Harrington with an iron fist, and renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, flagrant waste-dumping, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 2.327 billion Centasians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Centasi. The average income tax rate is 50.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Centasian economy, worth 495 trillion Centasian Cents a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Retail. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an amazing 212,748 Centasian Cents, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.2 times as much as the poorest.

Children spend all morning taking out a comma and all afternoon putting it back in again, older citizens lament over the loss of law and order, the environment is gorgeous so long as you're looking up, and main battle tanks stalk the woods of Centas in search of Crows. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Centas's national animal is the Crow, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Centas is ranked 122,410^th in the world and 436^th in The Frontier Sea for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring 1,073.39 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.