The Republic of Koroto is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Dear Father with an iron fist, and remarkable for its conspicuous electricity pylons, frequent executions, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 25.467 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 4,132 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 162,263 Kremals, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Weather forecasts are accurate but nobody has the bandwidth to view them, teenage boys are raving about how the latest AI assistant sounds exactly like a sexy movie star, the green glow is a sign of clean energy, and foreign ambassadors closely guard their culinary secrets. 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 4,692^nd in the world and 88^th in the Pacific for Most Extensive Public Healthcare, scoring 9,858.26 on the Theresa-Nightingale Rating.