This is a story about a citizen of the Anthropic race that has suffered the change long before the Revival Age (The future after the future that shows the past as a physical place [Not involved in time travel, just The future containing places that looks like the far past]) to the Revival Age. There was actually a race of humanoid animals. Well you get the idea, humans ruled the world, killed the Anthropic Race, and purposely forgot their existance never to show the future.
That was before scientists had discovered their existance and brought them back alive by exposing oxygen, ok, far far FAR into the past. When the world was slowly uniting. Why am I telling you this in a bad description? Well, that's why I am writing this story. It's supposed to be waaay better.