EXCERPT Furries and femboys, kemono and kemonomimi, traps, pups, and lemurs…‘so many endlessly proliferating distinctions’, ‘so many half-effaced or totally obliterated organs’, so many cuties! To the Last Men spectating from the citadel, all of these transforms look delusional, infantile, and reprehensibly trivial. But everything that the Great Compact to Save Civilisation slates as degeneracy or barbarism smells like freshly baked mini muffins to us…