"I like surprises."

Typetytypetytypety. Bella finishes a program that will write parts of another program, starts it, magics it to go *faster*, and then starts editing what it spits out. "So Libby, tell me who you'd recommend for staff and first-wave colonists. Gonna need a medic, a complaints department to sort and condense and address some of same before they get to me, enterprising businesspeople who aren't too odious for me to stand them to start up miscellaneous productive enterprises so the city isn't just empty when people appear - hm, will I need my own currency? Or is it possible for independent nations to co-opt US dollars? - and I will need an immigration department and public relations people and, oh, probably actual diplomats sooner or later. And assorted multitalented folks to slot in wherever there are unexpected needs."

"Invent your own currency. Bella Swan's Space Empire is not America. Also, call it something more interesting and less megalomaniacal than Bella Swan's Space Empire."

"What was my alternate universe version calling hers?" Bella asks. "And I know it's not America, but starting with US dollars would make transaction costs lower, and I am starting with Anglophones... Meh. I'll just fix the exchange rate at one to one to start with and that should accomplish most of the same. I'm so tempted to make the coins look like wishcoins..."

"Don't make the coins look like wishcoins," Libby advises. "She called it the Golden Empire. Do you feel like a Golden Empire sort of person?"

"...No? Why did she call it that?" asks Bella. "Hm. Is there some reason most real coins are round?"

"I have no idea why she called it that. And I think coins are round because it's easy to make them that way and easy to handle them."

"I might just go with all paper instead anyway," muses Bella. "Or all virtual. No physical instantiation at all. Swan Empire? Empire of the Stars? I think I like Empire of the Stars. Nice bit of wordplay. Tell me about your people."

Personnel. Now that is Libby's specialty.