The Commonwealth of The Technocratic Mandate is a massive, cultured nation, ruled by National Technarch with an iron fist, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, vat-grown people, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 1.379 billion Adepts are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Meridian Core. The average income tax rate is 71.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Technocratic Mandatean economy, worth 242 trillion Credits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Retail. Average income is an impressive 175,495 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Politicians accost strangers in the street to ask their problems, exiles see that the line where the sky meets the sea is just clouds and rain, black gold is looking more brown these days, and the question of 'what is National Technarch's favorite color?' has been given a priority rating of burnt-orange. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Technocratic Mandate's national animal is the Octopus, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

The Technocratic Mandate is ranked 12,334^th in the world and 12^th in Communitas for Highest Poor Incomes, with 114,086.78 Standard Monetary Units.