A story I’m not particularly interesting in writing

The year is 2686, after the events of the last ~600 years, all that remains of humanity is a small community of autistic trans furries, each alone and isolated by the issues relating to the former data centres pollution, and nuclear fallout from the destruction of the last AI, but connected by resilient aging technology built by their ancestors. Working on pollution cleaning technology for generations, these genetically modified and cybernetic survivors are planning the controlled, consensual, democratically agreed self extinction of themselves. Putting in place plans for the handing the planet back to nature, the rare cases of other surviving life, and a future of evolution by natural selection. That is, except keeper of the cats, Ǽmyrce, a 270 year old librarian, who will defiantly live on tending to his friends.