The Federation of Control the Weather is a colossal, efficient nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, avowedly heterosexual populace, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 4.512 billion Control the Weatherians are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs. The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.

The tiny, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Healthcare. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.3%.

The thriving Control the Weatherian economy, worth 288 trillion Galactic Credit Standards a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Automobile Manufacturing, and Book Publishing. Average income is 63,989 Galactic Credit Standards, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 212,076 per year while the poor average 14,417, a ratio of 14.7 to 1.

It's considered a civil right to be allowed to neglect and mistreat your own children, new pilots are regularly reminded that they are more expendable than their planes, foreigners with shady pasts are fleeing the country, and children are terrified that the 'flying police monster' will come to take them away in the night. Crime is moderate. Control the Weather's national animal is the Space Whale, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Control the Weather is ranked 50,030^th in the world and 3^rd in Celestial Frontiers for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 3,741.39 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.