At first we were overjoyed. "The Switch won december!" "The Switch has outsold the PS4! "The Switch took China! Every single family owns a Switch!" But it didn't stop there.
They would pile up in large quantities in stores, warehouses, factories. Brand new switches would start to drift out into the oceans, create their own islands. Ecosystems couldn't cope with the rapidly increasing mass of Switches. Fish were choking from joycons stuck in their gills. Giant landmasses would collide with the tectonic plates, ripping apart continents in violent switchquakes.
We thought it would end there.
With smaller revisions, they were now even more lethal. The very air was filled with toxic switch particles. They entered your bloodstream, they clogged up your arteries and ruptured the mitocondria of cells.
A few chosen people were allowed to board spaceships to get away from the barren wastelands that remained. But even the cold vacuum of space could not save them.
Every single cell, every grain of sand, every single flower or blade of grass was now gone, turned into a rectangular piece of gaming hardware with it's own screen, attachable controllers and middling battery life.
The planet's increased density meant that even the moon could do nothing but get drawn closer and finally collide with the former planet. The growth continued. Venus, Mars, Saturn, Jupiter and everything else was absorbed.
At the center of our solar system,
What used to be the source of all life,
had been twisted and turned into a grotesque yellow pentagram by gravitational forces, with two bulging black orbs, as if it was the face of the devil, gleefully looking on the destruction of the galaxy.
The Universe did not go out with a bang, or a whimper.
The last thing anyone would ever see or hear, was