The Federal Alliance of Morganham is a behemoth, orderly nation, ruled by a mysterious figure with an iron fist, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, otherworldly petting zoo, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 50.191 billion Morganites 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 prioritizes Defense, although Law & Order, Healthcare, and Industry are also considered important, while Welfare and Spirituality receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Morganham City. The average income tax rate is 93.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Morganese economy, worth an astonishing 16,182 trillion eggs a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Information Technology, Uranium Mining, Soda Sales, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 322,425 eggs, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Foreign nationals who stumble near Morganham are harbingers of war, the government airlifts sacrificial lambs, A mysterious figure goes out to lunch surrounded by large men in dark glasses, and exiles see that the line where the sky meets the sea is just clouds and rain. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Morganham's national animal is the chicken, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is never mentioned in polite company.

Morganham is ranked 328,892^nd in the world and 3,178^th in the Pacific for Least Corrupt Governments, with 9.67 percentage of bribes refused.