The Dominion of Utaranar is a very large, safe nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 467 million Utaranarians 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Geneticity. The average income tax rate is 70.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped Utaranarian economy, worth 17.7 trillion Oluches a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Trout Farming, Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Retail. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 37,794 Oluches, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The government only announces the deaths of its members when it's convenient, there is no war in Geneticity, naval patrols only last nine months, and no-one can foil the ambitions of Big Aluminium. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Utaranar's national animal is the Death Wei, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Utaranar is ranked 215,184^th in the world and 24^th in True Duck people for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 48.34 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.