We are watching the pattern already forming. Fertility collapses among those who treat life as perpetual adolescence and nihilistic pleasure. Bodies soften. Minds narrow to the next hit of novelty. Faith dissolves into a vague spirituality that demands nothing and therefore gives nothing. The result is not poverty imposed by some external villain. It is poverty chosen, one dopamine hit at a time. Poverty of the mind, body, and spirit. These are not victims. They are volunteers in their own gentle disappearance. Biology and culture will finish what they began. Low-fertility lines thin out. Low-agency habits compound into permanent underclass. Natural selection claiming her own.