Faulty Equipment

Her face drained color white heat radiated
Blinking light, crackling static, fading image
The gray screen shrunk away to hopeless
A rude introduction to futility
Despair’s most eminent envoy
Impossible became her reality
Commands repeated desperate
Tracking attempts failed
Clearly her fate was cinched
There was no map… or miracle
Her capabilities were never questioned
It was the equipment that was faulty