The Production Facilities of Industria is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Factory Manager with an even hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, rampant corporate plagiarism, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 31.171 billion Industrians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Fabric. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Industrian economy, worth a remarkable 8,199 trillion coins a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 263,048 coins, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,444,088 per year while the poor average 2,618, a ratio of 933 to 1.

Factory Manager's office has a newly installed Max-Man arcade game programmed by a 5th-grader, schoolyard sandboxes resemble ashtrays due to the large number of cigarette butts, mystics are claiming that a simultaneous rise in scepticism and education budgets is correlation rather than causation, and citizens are prohibited from raising their voice above thirty decibels in commercial districts. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Industria's national animal is the employee, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Production.

Industria is ranked 11,751^st in the world and 31^st in Capitalist Paradise for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 396.46 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.