Babylon. Unfinished

Night

A night on Ganymede isn't much fun. Without the artificial sun, cities become dark and echoing, not like cities at all, they are lost among large glaciers and icefields of Outer Lands.

 Jupiter continues to float in the space high above the ground, but it only bathes everything in the dim pale light, and Outer Lands stretch across the surface of entire Ganymede – formidable and fearsome for human.

The city, however, was more formidable and more fearsome now: dark, silent, airless and full of lurking beings.

"Nigel?" Baby whispered.

"Still here," Nigel said.

"Is home okay?"

"It's still intact," Nigel said. "But there is no air there."

"What am I supposed to do?"

Nigel made an unintelligible sound.

"Are you asking with a view to make opposite?"

"I'm a little girl, not a monster."

Nigel made an unintelligible sound once more.

"You are supposed to assist," Baby whispered.

Nigel was quiet for a while.

"I don't have any rules about this emergency stuff," he said finally. "I can't get in touch with your parents, but there supposed to be adults around here somewhere. Do you want to find them?"

Baby blinked.

"Yes."

"Don't mind if it will be military?"

Baby blinked.

"Do you mean yes?"

"Yes."

Baby heard the rustling of static, and then low voices appeared:

"Coordinates of impact…"

"Colonel, we've located the position of both things…"

"A similar thing had attacked the bulb above the dome and went to the other side."

Nigel cut in:

"Good morning, gentlemen officers. I have a child here."

"Who are you? Where is here?"

"VDass. My name is Nigel. Our location matches coordinates of impact site… Oh, no!.."

The rest of the nearest alien ship moved slightly, transformed into a giant gray millipede and rushed to Baby.

"Run!" Nigel said.

"Run!" the black dust agreed.

And Baby took off ru

Huh…

If you think a little child can outrun a train, you are wrong. The legs of little child are short, the mechanics of its body moving are short, its energy reserves and accessible energy sources are short, too.

Baby hasn't gone twenty meters, when she'd tripped over a piece of flyer wreckage and fell down. And maybe that is what saved her life: the millipede missed her helmet by a hair. The metal monster whizzed upon Baby, and fine black dust swirled through the narrow space. Ten seconds passed in complete silence.

"Cool," finally Nigel said.

Baby clenched her jaws.

"You are supposed to assist", she said while looking over her shoulder at creature speeding away.

"I'm only in your chip," Nigel said. "In fact, I'm only in your head. I have quick access to databases, but it's all I have. Oops… I haven't: there's no more net here…"

The wreckage of second alien ship, meanwhile, started to transform, too. Baby turned around and quickly wormed her way in a crashed flyer through its window.

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean there's not much I can do without net. Sorry," Nigel said.