A bit of canon for some country maybe Norkute or Holykol.
It used to be the case that you'd pray to God whenever you wanted something badly. God is dead of course, replaced by an entity known only as Atlas. Unlike God, Atlas is actually omniscient, so praying is purely optional. If you really want to get your complaint heard though, just fill out and mail in form A9-453, addressed to simply 'Atlas'. For those of you who are more tech-savvy, an email to A9-453@atlas.gov will also do the trick. From managing the nation's ICBMs to producing an adequate supply of dank memes, Atlas keeps the entire country running.
What Atlas exactly consists of is quite a mystery. While Atlas doesn't discourage curious minds, it manages to remain shrouded in mystery. On the outside, Atlas is a highly efficient bureacratic entity which employs over a fifth of the nations citizens. Those on the inside know Atlas as a network of supercomputers, each churning away at endless layers of algorithmic intelligence. The endless layers of abstraction and coordination results in an impossibly complex system capable of running every aspect of a nation.
Suppose your life sucks cause you have no job and no friends. Praying to Jesus won't help you here -- but Atlas will. Based on a complete analysis of your internet browsing history, your text messages, and images from that webcam on your laptop, Atlas probably knows more about yourself than you do. One specialized subsystem determines what kind of people you're liable to get along with, while another computes your compatibility with various job openings. After a careful auditing process, you're sent an algorithmically optimized step by step plan the next morning.
You've been given a position at Byetech Industries, just 20 minutes away. The bus from here to there has had its schedule tweaked by 2 seconds in order to reduces the time you spend waiting. The job is precisely tailored to your personality and interests, courtesy of Atlas. After the day ends, Atlas directs you to a local park, where you're to meet your new friends, who were also given instructions to go to the park. Although the idea of having your friends assigned seems strange and unnatural to you, you realize that there's nothing inherently wrong with it. To subdue your social anxiety, Atlas has also sent you a small bottle of pills in the mail, along with a list of suitable things to say to introduce yourself to your new friends. You're not worried about whether you'll get along or share the same interest as your friends, because Atlas has already planned it out for you. You end up having a great day. All this while, Atlas has been watching you through the cameras and mics on phones and computers all around you. Your facial expressions and the words you say are all analyzed to determine exactly how you feel and exactly how the day went. The information is fed into Atlas, who gets a little smarter. Although this simple act of micro-management was almost entirely automated, in more unique cases, Atlas may direct the matter to a panel of trained workers, who will analyze the case and decide what is to be done. The case is then analyzed by Atlas, who again, gets a little smarter.
There are some people who don't trust Atlas, or refuse to do things that Atlas wants them to do. Atlas understands all of this. It's only human nature after all. Atlas usually doesn't hand out punishment, because it knows that would be mostly counterproductive. However, Atlas's impeccable grasp on human psychology makes it very persuasive. You may find that the book you've been reading for leisure, which you picked out of your own free will in the library -- at least, you're under the impression you picked out the book by yourself -- contains a recurring theme or message which is just strong enough to make you want to do that thing Atlas has been asking you to do for the last three months. Or maybe you overhear a conversation from the next table over in a cafe which alleviates a particular concern about this task Atlas has given you, and gives you just the right push to take action. That conversation wasn't explicitly directed by Atlas -- that would be a rather heavy-handed approach -- but it may have been subtly encouraged by a series of subliminal messages.
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