Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.
Nothing happened, and nothing kept happening.
And the seventh rule is if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.
The more things you own, the more they own you.
A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.
We are a nation of physical animals who have forgotten how much we enjoy being that. We are cushioned by this kind of make-believe, unreal world and have no idea what we can survive because we are never challenged or tested.