According to municipal database her name is Eve Shellers, her parents used to call her Baby, but her real name is Babylon. Why? Because it suits her better. Why such a strange name, you ask? I'm going to tell you now.
Do you know the Babylon's legend? Or the fact that word Babylon in one of the ancient Earth languages meant 'gateway of God'? No? I didn't know that, either. I know it now because I surfed in the historical library domain recently.
Babylon was a city, not a human, but I dare to think that my Baby is something similar. I think she is much more than just human being; she is a result of mutual fusion with some other entity, and I've never seen anything like that.
In the context of unknown information theory, this name of her may be either a cause of her survival or may not be related to it at all.
After the city crash accident my Baby was pretty much scared at first. But after some whining, she started to act like an adult. There is something strange, something that fundamentally differs her from the others her kind. She is sort of not a child now. She is the gateway of some god, but what kind of god is it, I don't know.
Now that there are no people (except for Baby) here, on Ganymede, some pretty fascinating stuff goes on.
The alien machinery rules the city. Or it's alien creatures? They're kind of in a hurry, but I'd bet it is for the long haul, you know. The nearest inhabited world is revolving around Jupiter at our heels, but there are only technics there, and the nearest inhabited human worlds are far, far away, near the orbit of Mars. It means that even if help comes, it won't be soon.
Part 3. Nature, posture and junk
In the crashed flyer Baby felt like a little naked octopus in a crumpled plastic bottle. The environment was familiar, but weird.
She touched the intercom button.
"Mom?"
There was silence.
"Dad?"
Silence.
"Nigel?"
"I'm here", Nigel said.
"Where is everyone?"
Silence.
"Nigel?"
"I hear you", Nigel said. "I think somebody may be listening as well, but it's just kind of a one-way malfunction."
"Do you think they all died?"
"Hard to say", Nigel said.
Baby blinked. Fine dark dust who is the spirit of the ancient Outer Land was flowing outside as serenely as dark space itself.
"Should I check it?"
"I don't know", Nigel said. "If I were you, I'd have it checked out."