The Corporate Consortium of Courathar is a titanic, efficient nation, ruled by the Zeller-Voss Board of Directors with a fair hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, daily referendums, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 12.547 billion Couratharians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Solus. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Couratharian economy, worth a remarkable 5,156 trillion bytes a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 410,968 bytes, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,419,628 per year while the poor average 9,814, a ratio of 348 to 1.

Solus has restaurants serving every meat from aardvark to zebra, the government is constantly producing new maps to accommodate the continual renaming of cities, foreign policy is to avoid standing up to bullies, and consuming ecstasy is a common rite of passage. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Courathar's national animal is the sheep, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Mercerism.

Courathar is ranked 8,457^th in the world and 19^th in Capitalist Paradise for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 44,611.53 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.