The Megalopolis Corporatocracy of Matofali is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by President Jacob Sweetwater with an iron fist, and remarkable for its ritual sacrifices, rampant corporate plagiarism, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 11.54 billion Matofalians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tar Rock Arcology 01. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Matofalian economy, worth a remarkable 5,190 trillion Mato Points a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Arms Manufacturing, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 449,780 Mato Points, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 4,209,706 per year while the poor average 4,086, a ratio of 1,030 to 1.

Tar Rock Arcology 01 has restaurants serving every meat from aardvark to zebra, children often explain to their parents that the Mega Ultimate Sword Fist was worth the thousand-Mato Point charge on their phone bill, President Jacob Sweetwater can't hear a thing when the unwashed masses throw rocks at the new state limousine, and GDP growth is the preferred altar of national worship. 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. Matofali's national animal is the Rope Hawk, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Corporatism.

Matofali is ranked 270,507^th in the world and 13,837^th in The North Pacific for Smartest Citizens, with 0.23 quips per hour.