Guess which future the Democratic Party supports?
...until one fine spring day when the fine fellows that own the magic machines that make all the food and toys realize that they're screwing themselves by allowing the masses to breed. After all, they reason, the children of all the millions of nonworking, hobby-pursuing former workers are going to grow up some day... as will their children... and their children... until one day the descendants of the former working class come marching over the hill, with all the food, free time, and potential for mischief in the world -- breeding and breeding until the nice, green country estates of the owners are overrun with 'em.
But these are rational men, these owners, Unwilling to live in a world lousy with fecund, nonproducing pests, and unbelieving in the quaint notion of God or the sanctity of human life, the owners of the magic machines decide to act. They have their magic machines cook up a lethal virus (one against which they themselves are incoculated) and then simply spread it around the population of vermin, until the good Earth is fumigated of the no-longer-necessary Useless Eaters. The bodies are fed into the magic machines to be turned into cake and dildoes and perfume later. Problem solved. More room for the quality folk, eh?
And so the great struggle ends. With a contented sigh, the owners of the magic machines can at last coil around their marble columns and enjoy the beauty of Eden made new -- a garden of plenty, unspoiled by the presence of God or of human beings other than themselves. The promise of the Serpent has come true at last: they are no longer human beings; they have become as gods.
I mean, as long as we're writing science fiction here, let's speculate on both sides of the fence...