He scrutinized the tiny craft perched on his fingertip, "This is nothing we can't resolve, gentlemen. Inevitably, no technology is error-proof."
He was confident of returning the vessel and its crew to their former size...somehow. He knew his career depended on the success of this project. Foreseeing no other viable option, his ultimate solution was unavoidable. His thumb pressed down, inexorably crushing the diminutive ship. Wiping his hand against his coat he typed a notation into the mission logs.
"All contact/telemetry with Nano-1X lost, 1300 GMT. Preliminary analysis indicates pilot error. More extensive crew screening must be pursued. End notation."