Different Sunsets

How precisely does one go about starting a civilization? Itzpapalotl's brain nodes murmered to each other in the face of such a question.
Of course, the first question she needed to answer was "should one go about starting a civilization?"
She chided herself on her impatience. It was no good to bring other people into the world to alleviate her own damnable boredom.
The general consensus amongst all nodes was that, provided a high certainty of a successful civilization, it was right to start to start one.
She reformatted a few overflow nodes to act as devil's advocates to that statement. They were unable to come up with anything more than standard nihilistic bullshit.
Moving on the next requirement... did she in fact have a high certainty of success?
That was trickier. She had the broken body of Iyatiku to provide plant growth, and the mother ship safely in orbit. Beyond that it was just the resources of the planet, a young earthlike planet in the stable Lagrange zone of a gas giant. Massive crystalline formations dotted the northern hemisphere, and the southern hemisphere was a massive desert.
There was far too little water here.
And she wasn't about to raise a bunch of Fremen.
She instructed her satellites to start rounding up comets.
She would take things one step at a time, no reason to make decisions yet. Once there was enough water she could move on to the next step of asking Iyatiku for plants.
She settled into the mile high tourmaline.
Her question would be answered, one step at a time.
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I went to a poster show recently and this is the result (so many colors!)